Queen of Rambles

I was just re-reading last night’s post and decided I should rename myself the Staccato Queen. Did I think I was sending a telegraph? Did I forget that proper sentences need a subject and a verb? Did I forget that using conjunctions to begin a sentence is only ok if you are trying to make a point, but shouldn’t be the basis of your whole writing style?

I’m surprised I have any readers left!

I blame the TV entirely. Or should I say lack of TV? Erik has no TV chilling time, so I have no computer chilling time, so I have to pack in as much information as I can with very little time to think about it. Woe is me, woe is me. I won’t become the next Mega-Blogger. I think after six years of blogging, that dream has died a sad little death. I love my little blogging community and don’t need the trolls that the super-stars have to endure. I don’t have the emotional capacity to handle trolls.

Speaking of trolls, not every person I meet lives under a bridge and has bad manners. I meet quite a few nice people during my daily jaunts, but they are not very interesting to write about. I really enjoy most of the women in my social circle these days. They each have quirks and I could write little snippets, but I don’t want to. I would never want them to discover the writing and construe it as anything other than good hearted fun. Thus, I’ll keep my sharpened pen ready to cut down the psychos, bitches and weirdos and leave the normal-os out of it.

Does anyone have big weekend plans? We’re going on a picnic with our Dr Planet friends (I need to get consistent nicknames. They both have PhDs relating to planet/spacey stuff). We’re all looking forward to it because the whole family is “our kind” of people. The man is European like Mike. The woman is from Idaho. We have a lot of similar philosophies and beliefs. Their son is a little sweetheart, though he can give Erik a run for the grouchy money. I love spending time with them because it’s so comfortable. There’s never been any weirdness. Their house is lived in. They are casual and relaxed. There’s no pretense about anything. Tomorrow is going to be a great day.

The end.

Or not. Didn’t that sound like a middle school essay, though? Staccato Queen. Word. Word. Word. Shot. Shot. Shot. Staccato. Staccato. Staccato.

The word staccato is starting to look fake.

The limited TV experiment is going well, but the potty training took a nose dive today. The dear boy hadn’t pooped for two days, which is really unusual. He’s usually like clockwork. Of course, he picked the middle of the triceps track, my very favorite BodyPump exercise, to poop his pants. Couldn’t he have waited for the lunges? I had a mini internal freak-out because the turds were bright red. Blood! No. . . Play-doh? Couldn’t be. Ah-ha! Fancy red food coloring gels from the frosting we made on Monday. Dare I say the coloring works better on turds than on frosting? The frosting was pink. Very, very pink even though the label claimed to be Christmas Red. The turds were just the right shade.

Hey! Dooce made it to the top by talking about poop, so this is just all my evil plot to become a super blog star.

As suspected, the gym poop wasn’t enough to make up for two days of pooplessness. He pooped his pants again when we got home while he was standing next to the potty. Is this the rebellion stage I’ve heard people talk about? It must be. He cried this morning and begged for a diaper, but I am D-O-N-E buying diapers. I have 45 left and they are for night time only.

He’s also obsessed with sticking wipes up his butt, which is totally charming. NOT! It was funny the first couple of times, but now it is just a waste. He’s totally out of wipes though, since he put a whole brand new tub of them in the toilet today. GRRRRRRR! At least he didn’t flush. I guess we can take the toilet lock of that particular toilet. He can open it at will so it’s just a nuisance for our guests.

Can you tell today was a really exciting one? I don’t have any non-Erik related anecdotes. I didn’t meet any weird people or do any weird things. I got my endorphins through BodyPump, but how exciting can I make an entry about lifting weights? One girl had 60 pounds on her bar for squats. She couldn’t get it over her head, so the teacher tried to lift it up and couldn’t even hold it. All I could think of was that poor girl’s back. Have I mentioned lately that I’m addicted to BodyPump? I don’t know what it is about lifting weights in time to the music, but I LOVE LOVE LOVE it. Except, of course, the time I had the scary teacher and was in a room full of super-trim twenty-somethings. Then I hated it and wanted to cry, but we’ll try to put that out of our minds and remember all the good times.

I need to go to bed. What shall I read? I finished Shadows Return by Lynn Flewelling. Much squeeing was involved. I need to go to her LJ and leave her a nice comment. Not that she would really care, but she might. I don’t know. It would probably be better to go write a nice review at Amazon instead.

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