Hi, I'm Christina.

Bucket + kid’s head =

Yeeeah.

I walked into the bedroom this morning after playing with Aidan - having a good time… and Greg looks at me and said, “You’re not going to believe this. George Carlin died.”

I am in shock… and so saddened. I love George Carlin. The guy was out on the edge as far as humor and politics and worldview - but no one could make me laugh like him when I was a teenager - and when he was on Real Time with Bill Maher, I made sure to tune in. I didn’t necessarily agree with his politics, but he’s nothing if not entertaining to watch. I mean, cripes, she and I spent a bit of time in high school laughing like retarded hyenas to George Carlin HBO specials. I laughed so hard - I couldn’t believe what the guy was saying! Watching him definitely shaped my sense of humor.

The HBO special this came from came out when we were in high school - if I recall correctly, I went to Jennifer’s house to watch it on her TV, and I laughed so much I went out and bought the cassette (Parental Advisory). I laughed so much at this bit, it was ridiculous. (NSFW, duh.)

For my amusement. Because isn’t that why we have kids… for the entertainment value?

EXACTLY.

Part of me is thinks, “yeah, I remember when I couldn’t think of anything good to do over summer vacation.” The other part of me is like, well, maybe they were really… linty.

I saw this headline and thought… noooo. Someone isn’t paying attention.

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Isn’t it one of the first rules of blogging (that you do not talk about blogging… oh man that was so lame! heh) is to keep an entry to one subject — one narrative? Well, let me tell you right in advance that I obviously lack that gene. Or skill. Or the will to follow that rule. Can’t/won’t/don’t wanna.

Okay. That said, I have a lot on my mind lately. (more…)

I’m tired. I’m busy. I’m overwhelmed. I’m an enigma wrapped in a pancake covered in syrup. Sort of like a pig in a blanket only entirely different. And much less tasty.

I’m also hungry.

So, because I have no wit to spare, not even a square… I shall share with you my moods (which is mostly nostalgic for the music of my youth with a whit of funk) via music. Because I have the technology, people. I have the technology. (more…)

I would tell you the things that are going on, but who has the time?

Instead? I present my son, asleep.

He is the personification of beauty, in my eyes:

There you have it.

Oh I wonder wonder *bum-ba-dum-bum* who. Who wrote the book of liiiists?

I did:

1. The kids are snotty, grody, sick little messes these last couple of days. Nothing major, although - does it make me a bad mom if I chuckle when Madi starts babbling and she’s lost her voice?? SO FUNNY!
2. Tomorrow we finally get privacy. Finally! The blinds we ordered were delivered last week, and they’re being installed tomorrow morning. Seriously, we are so close in proximity to our neighbors our houses are just beyond 10′ apart. And we have nineteen windows. Nine. Teen. Including the one above our deep awesome bathtub. Which I have fashioned a ghetto window covering out of a shower curtain. (Hey. At least it wasn’t foil. Or newspaper.) A girl canNOT be denied her baths. Dig?
3. Since we’ve moved, I have read a couple of books a week. Some good. Some eh. These are the highlights:
1. The Pleasure of My Company, Steve Martin -
2. Don’t Kiss Them Goodbye and We Are Their Heaven, Allison Dubois - I enjoyed the subject matter, but it read like… well, very casually conversational. A lot of “but you get what I mean”s.
3. The Last Lecture, Randy Pausch -
4. Martian Child, Dave Gerrold - So sweet and lovely. And not remotely like the movie.
5. The No Asshole Rule, Robert Sutton, PhD - I’d heard great things about it and it almost lived up to the hype.
6. I Am America (and So Can You), Stephen Colbert - It could have been a listing of an elementary school lunch menu and I would have loved it because it’s Stephen Colbert. But really, SO FREAKING FUNNY!!
7. The Ten Faces of Innovation, Tom Kelley - freaking awesome. It inspired me.
4. I’m totally looking forward to the weekend… my cousin, Sammy, and I are having a co-birthday party for our kids on Saturday. We originally thought we’d have a big one year birthday party blow-out for Aidan, but you know, what with the moving and the stress and the totally NOT BEING UNPACKED YET (not to mention other factors), that completely did not come to pass, and I swear my cousin read my MIND when she sent me a message suggesting a joint fiesta. Two of the cutest kids in the same place, though? I don’t know that the world can handle that.
5. We’ve been through a bit of a rigmarole followed by some shenanigans which left us bamboozled regarding Aidan’s adoption date. Bottom line? All the appropriate parties (including ourselves) have completed and sent all appropriate paperwork and? Our attorney will be contacting us shortly with a final adoption date! Finally. FINALLY! In the meantime, we continue to have involvement in our lives from social workers and court investigators and all the usual suspects with regard to both Aidan’s and Madi’s cases. (Although, I’m incredibly grateful that Aidan’s case is so much less complicated than Madi’s.)

Speaking of Aidan and Madi… I leave you with a picture of the sweetness that IS my children. I was loading some groceries in the car today and I turned around and saw this:

Aidan’s hand is on the right, Madi’s on the left. They do this pretty frequently. He also passes her whatever goodies he has, be it a cookie or a toy. They are so sweet together (even when Aidan is a bulldozer).

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It belongs to my son.