i'm no hypocrite

so when i tell you that i would so bang joss whedon. i have a long history of dating nerds. as my friend lisa from high school put it a little while ago. someone else asked if i had a crush on the same guy in hs that lisa did and i said 'oh, no' and lisa was like, "yeah but you always dated those weird guys" so i name off a few - "what gideon was cute; mark; ian . . . " and lisa says "no, they were cute i just mean they were all ya know . . . inelligent or something" heehee okay; maybe ya had to be there but anyway it's not that the guy is famous. it's that he's brilliant; insightful; mesmerizing and fucking hilarious. needless to say i enjoyed dollhouse immensely. and just wehn i tried to go to bed i stumbled on the george carlin mark twain award special so - another late night.

the boy has taken to calling us all animals this week. we i like a lot better than when we are trains but still it is a little boggling where he comes up with this stuff. i am bear; carl is bug; my mother is sheep and he is pig, which is why he is pink. nod and smile my friends -lotsa nodding and smiling.

i'm hoping that last night i may have actually been able to do one of those parent things. when he is playing he wants to keep playing or reading or whatever he is involved in so he won't necessarily listen when you call him and he doesn't trust that what he is doing will be ther when he gets back. which i suppose is kinda reasonable at a daycare. i figured i would let him watch thomas before bed so i called him and said come here for a minute. he says, um i can't i'm just doing something. so i called him again. i won't walk you through each one but we did this maybe 10 ten times. so finally i said well, i'm shutting off the television. well, he comes running. shows up all bright eyed. i said, i'm sorry but you weren't listening so we can't watch television. so maybe . . .

anyhoosier, i got off to a raucous start - thought for sure ya'll were in for a novel today but there is dinner and a show. course, all that is taking place in our tv room but hey, still. oh i can hear you now; you're saying . . .

All right, I-I'll just jump in my time machine, go back to the twelfth century and ask the vampires to postpone their ancient prophecy for a few days while you take in dinner and a show.