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Princess Mono-wha?!

Observing my day while living it at the same time is not always easy.

Plus, it's weird.

I find myself "watching" myself and the people around me. Now when Samantha makes a series of silly faces to cheer me up, I say to myself, Oh -- this is funny! I should put this in my Five-a-Day List. And then I think, But she makes silly faces all the time. Is this really Five-a-Day worthy? And then I'm like, Well that's absurd. If it's positive, put it on the list! And then I'm all, I think I can do better than silly faces! To which I respond, Better?! You think you can do better than Samantha's silly faces? Well -- bring. it. on!

And then I want to hit myself. It's not pretty.

So I took a break from watching my life, and during that time I:

  • Worked at my job.

  • Re-arranged the living room, family room, and dining room with Michael.

  • Took Samantha to her first official ballet class and decided it was my intention all along to have her sit on the side and observe the classes and not actually participate in them -- on no. In fact, she looks forward to sitting through all of her ballet classes from here on out and that's fine with me -- oh yes.

  • Finished another painting for class -- a cropped copy of a Bonnard painting:



  • Learned it was probably not a good idea to let Elizabeth watch the movie, Princess Mononoke (although, I think I know what I'm going to be for Halloween this year...)

  • Tended to Samantha when she became sick, took her to the doctor, tended to her some more.

  • Learned it was probably not a good idea to let Elizabeth watch The Black Stallion. In fact, it's probably best not to let her watch any movies for a while.

  • Watched Sponge Bob, Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, Dragon Tales, Imagination Movers, Kim Possible and so much more, courtesy of staying home with a sick four year old. Then, in the evenings, watched Duckman, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Mystery Science Theatre and King of Queens courtesy of a healthy relationship with my husband.

  • Tended to myself when I became sick.

  • Read Rolling Stone magazine, Newsweek, my brand new Buffy The Vampire Slayer Comic Book Season 8 Vol. 2 (thank you, Michael!), the IKEA 2009 catalog, and The Difficult Child, by Stanley Turecki.

    Until next time, I'll leave you with this picture from Princess Mononoke. (Yes, that is blood on her neck... and shirt... and face. I keep forgetting that movies from the library are not always kid-friendly. Still, it was a good movie and I highly recommend it.)

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