I went to the first local NHL on-ice practice today.
Sure, it was just the rookies. But I don’t care.
It was freezing cold because the ice is in (obviously), and I heard pucks hitting sticks. I bought a t-shirt. Fuck yeah.
For fuck’s sake. Is it October yet?
The Jerry Lewis MDA Telethon begins tomorrow, Sunday, at 5:30pm in every local time zone. It ends at midnight Sunday. If you happen to be in Arizona, watch the phone banks closely and watch the background during the local cut-aways, as the kids and I will be there. If you don’t happen to be in Arizona, or if you just need something to take up your next two minutes, watch the video here and welcome to my life.
I’m not asking for any money. Frankly, just your awareness of this disease—and of muscular dystrophy in general—and your friendship! are worth more to me than your bucks.
It’s all about the kids, really. The twins are sick right now. I hope we can make it to the telethon. I always worry that we won’t. It’s too early in the season for pneumonia to hit now, so keep your fingers crossed for us. I’ve had enough of the hospital, at least keep us out of it for more than a couple weeks. Phoenix Children’s Hospital is the one place in the world I don’t care to become the mayor of in Foursquare.
I hear there are some hot chicks (Nancy O’Dell, Ally Sweeney) who are hosting this year, if that helps. I would tell you that Darius Rucker is scheduled to perform, if I thought that would increase viewership…
I had just enough time this morning to hit nine holes, by myself.
Then I treated myself to P.F. Changs for lunch, by myself.
And the twins got off the bus on time and wanted naps right away, which means now I get a nap too. By myself.
I like to be myself. I like it a whole lot.
If you like being by yourself as much as I do, try to limit the number of spawn you allow to spring from your loins. Having three kids is not a good way to ensure lots of by-yourself time, so the next time you have sex, think about it really hard.
Wait, that didn’t come out right.
while we were at BlogHer and I was practically hyperventilating when she recorded me and totally have been hyperventilating for the last one hour and five minutes it’s taken me to listen to the whole podcast to hear my two sentences except that the whole podcast is actually quite funny and I shall subscribe to it as soon as I settle down because I WAS JUST ON STEFANIE WILDER-TAYLOR’S PODCAST.
I know her name probably doesn’t mean anything to you. That’s okay. But she’s a role model for me. Doesn’t hurt that she has her own author page on Amazon and pops up on the Today Show every few months. I heart her. I HEART HER HARD.
I stopped eating meat three months ago and have endured ostracization from certain friends and family ever since—mostly based on their outdated assumption that one must eat meat (I use the phrase in the least euphemistic of ways) to have a balanced diet.
Anyway, I went to donate blood today. I was more concerned that they would wind up centrifuging
so much booze out of my plasma that I couldn’t be considered a donor candidate, than anything else. Turns out that my iron level was so splendidly high that I qualified for a double-unit red blood cell donation.
WHO’S THE ASSHOLE NOW, CARCASS EATERS?? Yeah, still me. I shouldn’t be so cocky and finger-pointy when I do that.
if the state of california runs out of Stella come Sunday, blame me.
blame me hard and blame me often. ‘cos it’s all me.
now back to your regularly scheduled programming.
Packing for BlogHer ‘11 tomorrow. San Diego will never be the same, I’m afraid. Drunken mommy blogger debauchery FTW!
