Not necessarily beautiful, but mutated

momentum

I am feeling pouty today because I hurt my right pinky finger.

I was with Iggy at the Children's Museum, trying to lead him somewhere, he tripped, I tripped over him and bit it, hard.

Iggy was fine, the floor is totally rubbery stuff.

I felt the top of my pinky finger bend all the way back and touch the top of my hand. I also bumped my knee, and scuffed my face, but it left no marks.

My hand was impossibly painful, I can barely remember what I did or said with Iggy, just tried to keep up with him and not cry.

I ran it under cold water, which felt wonderful.

By the time I got home, it was a dull throb, and getting tightly swollen.

I went to work, and the bruises began forming all around the base of my pinky and on the palm of my hand, and each knuckle of the finger is dark blue now.

Even if it were broken, I don't think there is much to do, it doesn't appear to need to be reset or anything.

I tried to take a pic, but couldn't do the bruises justice.

aw yeah!

tenacious t

ew wow

communicating

Iggy was crouched in a chair, being too quiet, not answering me, and I couldn't see his head and arms. He finally stands up, chewing something, a crumb of brekkie, perhaps? He climbed up on the chair next to me, and uttered what may have been his first real sentence, "I ate an ant."

And pointed into his mouth.

I asked him, "Was it good?", totally at a loss, trying not to laugh.

He said, "More!"

He's positively aboriginal.

memories

Jane Fonda is hot

Underused Word of the Day

nutate-
[noo-teyt] verb:
rock, sway, or nod; usually involuntarily

Second thoughts...

OK, we aren't going to sell.
I can't ignore the fact that I love this home and the potential it has.
Fuck the neighbors, I'm getting a privacy fence!!!

yet another palindrome...

Did I strap red nude, red rump, also slap murdered underparts? I did!

Palindrome of the Day

Butt raft, fart tub.

Hard Decisions

We are thinking of selling our house.
Pretty sure, actually.
I have really loved this house, my child was born while living here, we have planted many things, had a lot of good memories here.
But, things change.
Our new neighbors are dickheads, and I have a bad vibe about them.
We could use more privacy, and quiet.
The lead paint is the clincher, and we can't afford to remove it all ourselves. We just got turned down for a city grant for lead removal because we make $300 too much to qualify.
I guess my newly remodeled kitchen is a good resale point, but I will really miss it.
I am trying really hard to sever the emotion from the property, or I will be a wreck.

Palindrome of the Day

A slut nixes sex in Tulsa.

Mr. Rogers

I remember loving Mr. Rogers when I was really little, 3-5 maybe, then becoming bored with him, then becoming creeped out by him, eventually becoming a feeling of campy revulsion.

But I'm back to loving him, I'm fascinated by the tours of factories that make every day products, I love his soft voice, and it's just so damn nostalgic.

The easy way out

I still haven't really been blogging, just kind of pretending to post while embedding video or photos.
Still, better than nothing, yes?
Sometimes songs or images better describe how I'm feeling, and I can't think of anything to write!
For posterity, I did see Grindhouse, and enjoyed it, mostly due to my superior attention span. Q.T. did much better than Robert Rodriguez, but both films were riotous and fun.
I just finished reading The Bedroom Secrets of the Master Chefs by Irvine Welsh, and Paint it Black by Janet Fitch. They were both good, the latter suitable mainly for the ladies, I think. Not to be sexist, and it's not necessarily chick lit, either. Ah, what do I know? Welsh always writes in a brogue that takes some getting used to, but the story was great, kind of a modern Dorian Gray tale.

80's life

rhythm, tempo...

awwww...