Fifteen minutes is definitely a matter of perspective. Fifteen minutes before I have to get out of bed — that flies by. Fifteen more minutes of working out after jumping jacks and squats — that seems like forever.

What about you? Fill in those blanks. Fifteen minutes flies by when ________ and drags when _______.

I love daylight savings. Truly, I do. But right now, two days into it, it’s killing me. Can’t get to bed at night and can’t get up in the morning. I’m dragging….:zzz:

I’m not saying it’s the best movie I’ve ever seen. I’m not saying it’s brilliant writing. I did like the cinematographic aspect more than I anticipated. The battle scenes grew somewhat tedious, but hey, it’s a movie about a war. BUT, I am hard-pressed to think of a man who looks better than Gerard Butlter in the role of Leonidas. Just the right amount of lines around the eyes, the beard, that profile, those piercing eyes, that voice, the totally nude rear-view shot….

Go. To the theatre nearest you. As soon as you can get there. :dog:

I have taken guilt to a new level. I was talking to my editor yesterday. She’s in the Great Frozen North. 11 degrees below. Uh…I was wearing a pair of running shorts and a t-shirt when we were talking. 70 sunny, lovely degrees here. I felt guilty.

That’s it. I’m signing up for therapy.

I am not a vision of loveliness this morning — shocking to some of you, I know. I dunno. Sometimes I’m simply in the mood for comfort at all cost. The cost is high today. Let me paint a picture for you….

Old (as in at least 5 years) blue running shorts. Big green t-shirt with a kokopelli on it. Brown fleece jacket with two Christmas bears appliqued (sp?) on the front — so NOT me, “cute” is not a good look for me, but I needed a jacket and it was on sale CHEAP at the Cracker Barrell we’d stopped a couple of weeks ago and it’s turned out to be really comfortable. Thick grey trekking socks. No make-up. Glasses. Hair unbrushed - but not a mushroom look today, thank goodness — see yesterday’s blog.

Girl looked at me in the kitchen this morning while I was spooning up oatmeal: “Daddy’s taking me to school today, right?”

:happy2:

I have a taste on for fresh fish for dinner tonight, so at some point I’ll have to “pretty up” to “venture out amongst them” at the grocery store seeing as how small children could be present and frightened, but for now, I’m comfortable.

Curse me as callow and unfeeling, but the bottom line is hair dressers shouldn’t get pregnant. :evil:

Mine did. She’s not happy. She’s sick. She gave me a lousy cut. This was just a couple of weeks ago. I look like I have a mushroom on my head today. It’s not pretty. I put on a headband and now I look like a gila monster. But I’m scared that if I go back in she’s going to do something worse — well, actually, what could be worse than a mushroom-do or a gila-look-alike? A friend who also uses her went in the other day and someone else did her hair because our girl was out sick. Still.

I feel for her. Truly, I do. Morning sickness sucks. Mercifully, I only had it for a couple of weeks. Apparently this poor girl’s running to a couple of months. How can you stand around and get into hair design when you already feel as if you’re going to ralf and then there’s the smell of all those chemicals….ack.

See, this would’ve been better for all of us if she’d skip the pregnant thing.:wallbash: But mushroom/gila isn’t a good look so I suppose I’ll call for an appointment.

Feeling neither particularly witty nor wise this morning, I’m lifting some quotes from others far wittier and wiser (hey, knock off the comments that it wouldn’t take much!):

“Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistably desired.” Robert Frost

“All charming people have something to conceal.” Cyril Connolly

“Speak when you are angry and you will make the best speech you will ever regret.” Ambrose Bierce

“Marriage must constantly fight against a monster which devours everything: Routine.” Honore de Balzac

“When ideas fail, words come in very handy.” Johann Wofgang von Goethe

“Compassion is the antitioxin of the soul: Where there is compassion even the most poisonous impulses remain relatively harmless.” Eric Hoffer

Let me start out by saying, I’m not a prude by anyone’s stretch of the imagination. Also let me say that I’ve got a mouth that could make a sailor blush. Make me good and mad and I can let it fly. However, I usually restrict myself to a private conversation with a friend or the DH when I’m turning the air blue.

Girl and I stopped by the Wal-Mart the other night and were checking out. Some kid in the next line says, “Mother f*&ker” just in general conversation to his buddy. We picked up our bags and I looked at Girl. “Wait a second, did someone just say mf behind us.” She shoves me from behind, “Just keep walking, Mom. Please. I hear it all the time at school anyway.”

8:15 on a Wednesday night, families all around and some punk is mouthing obscenities in a loud, yet conversational tone. And my girl “hears it all the time” at school. :cursing:

What’s wrong with people? What’s happened to common decency? For crying out loud, I’ve used that word before, but I don’t say it standing in the middle of Wal-Mart in the middle of the general populace in the middle of a general conversation. :evil:

Maybe I need to keep a bar of soap in my purse and offer to help them clean up their mouth when they’re in public. However, I suspect it would only earn me a heartfelt “F*&k you!”