Up and at 'em
O Neglected Blog! O Neglectful Blogger!
Go ahead and picture me rending garments and wailing dramatically. Okay - that's out of the way.
Seriously, whew! What a couple of weeks. It's been an invigorating, pulse-pounding, unexpected learning kind of time around here.
In the last couple of weeks I have:
Done mountains of laundry! Dealt with bullies and assorted kid freakouts! Had a really crazy cold that knocked me flat on my back. Watched a whole bunch of television! Read a whole bunch of novels! Knitted a hat! Talked to my friend who lives in New Zealand. Learned that my 20 year class reuniaon is this summer, the same weekend as BlogHer. So, I'll be in NYC, and the rest of my old classmates will SO NOT CARE. Ha!
Gosh, when I put it that way, it is SO OBVIOUS why I haven't been updating. Additionally, I have:
Helped my son with a biography report on Waterhouse Hawkins. How awesome is that name? Also, some of his dinosaur sculptures were destroyed by a corrupt mob-owned mayor of NYC, and he once threw a dinner party inside a sculpture of an iguanadon. You're welcome. Feel free to name your next-born Waterhouse, or take on a corrupt mob boss. I have dibs on the party in the iguanadon.
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Helped my oldest with a class project that involved making 32 individual chicken pot pies. From scratch. And I totally didn't micromanage. Much.
I also watched the Academy Awards and had opinions on who should win, based on nothing, since I hadn't seen anything except Up. Surprisingly, most of my picks did not win. I'm SHOCKED.
Watched as my sister picked up her own narrative and ran with it over on her blog. Seriously, it is such a hoot to see her sharing her story in her own hilarious voice.
Speaking of my sister - she finally lost her hair and I got to take her wig shopping. I have no idea why wig shopping was on my WOOOOOOO! list but there it is. We headed into the wig store and she tried on a whole bunch of kicky styles before settling on a super cute reddish bob that suits her to a T. Then, we did a photoshoot at her house with all the wigs she's accumulated so far.
The thing is, and I'm not just saying this, she's really adorable with no hair. More on that in a minute.
My brother and his wife stopped in for a few days on their way to Hawaii last week, and we got the chance to hang out and catch up. We took a photo of the three of us, and somehow, my head is five times the size of my sister and brother's heads. Part of it is I'm packing around plenty of Jenny right now, but I also just have a giant head. I'm like the sibling that ate San Francisco.
I know that sometimes, loved ones of someone who loses their hair due to chemotherapy will shave their hair in solidarity. Now, my sister specifically forbid any of us to do that, and seriously, while I would have done it if she had wanted it, we can all be very very glad that she said haaaaaaaeelllllll no. With my gigantic head, I would look like Oz. Or maybe like Dr. Evil.
So, while my sister could totally rock the Annie Lennox/Natalie Portman in V for Vendetta if she wanted, I would not rock it. And due to my gigantor head, I would have to have a wig custom made.
Hi, I'm vain. Inexplicably vain. You may address me as Oz. To the balloon!


