Got Whooped.

momcanyoucomegetmeYay! Seahawks won the Superbowl!

I’m not really a huge fan of Seattle, but I really don’t like Denver OR the Mannings. I just can’t believe what a complete, total ass whooping it was of a game.

Oh well.

It’s also Groundhog Day, and I am not sure what the outcome is of that event because I didn’t watch any news or go on Facebook or read blogs today. I was very disconnected, over at my parent’s house having dinner and watching the game, and the six hours of pre-game shows that my dad insisted on watching.

groundhogdayBut, it’s supposed to freaking snow again tomorrow, 3-5 inches in the morning, so I am not sure whether Squido will have school. I hate going to bed knowing that there’s a possibility of getting ripped from my sleep by the robo-call from the Superintendent informing us of delays or closings at five in the morning.


Bedtime Woes

bedtimestoryBedtime with the Squido is often a big pain in my ass.

I remember when she was little how much I loved bedtime. After we read a book I would tuck her in and sing her a song and she would go happily to sleep without complaint.

Now all I hear are complaints about bedtime from Squido, who just turned eight years old. Complaints, among other shenanigans. She’s also become a master at procrastinating the entire event by the normal things like asking for a glass of water after being tucked in, having to go to the bathroom again, having to blow her nose, and so on, and so forth.

Last night I had to lecture her for what felt like the millionth time about the fact that bedtime is bedtime! We do this “going to sleep” thing every single night of your life, it shouldn’t be a horrible shock to you that it’s time to go to bed at nine o’clock.

Today there was a new anti-bedtime event.

About five minutes after I tucked Squido in, she came running out of her bedroom and into my arms crying about having a nightmare.

“You were only in bed five minutes, that’s not even enough time to go to sleep, let alone have a nightmare,” I told her.

Of course, she insisted that she dreamed about an alien taking her toys.

Uh huh.

I love that my daughter is so creative, but I really wish the awesome stories wouldn’t come after bedtime.

And yes, I realize this is the second post in a row with “Bedtime” in the title, and that’s weird, and I’ll try not to do it again tomorrow.


Is it Bedtime?

I keep nodding off on the couch, so what do I do? No, I don’t go to bed, I prop my eyes open and pick up my laptop so I can blog!

Yes, something seems wrong with that.

So, it’s been thirty-one days of straight blogging. Yay for me! I wish I had participated in NaBloPoMo so I could have had comrades on this daily post journey, but I came too late for that party.

It turns out, blogging every day is hard for me. It’s hard to come up with good, engaging posts each day, especially in the last week or so. Either life gets in the way, life is so boring there’s nothing to report, or I just don’t feel like it. Those are my main excuses for having a hard time. But, hard time, cop outs or not, I still blogged every day this month. I still got er done.

I think that I would benefit from having a set blog schedule, writing good posts ahead of time, and doing more challenges.

Also, I need to take better care of myself and get more sleep. I’m never very good at the sleeping like a normal person thing.

And now, with great dread and resentment… we face February.

Need to Read

readreadreadI’m putting this there to remind me that I need to read more, because I haven’t been doing much of that lately.

I need to read more books, I need to read more blogs (and comment on them, for god’s sake, I’m sorry). I just need to read more. I forget, in the days that go by without reading, how easy it can be at other times to slip into a good book for hours and get carried happily away. I suppose I just need to be in the right mood or mind frame for it.

Alas, this isn’t one of those times. Still watching Supernatural, and totally going to eat some ice cream. But it’s Skinny Cow, and those aren’t that bad for you. Right?

A Supernatural Addiction.

Fun fact about me: I’m a hardcore television watcher. I’m not the kind of person who sits in front of the TV all day flipping through cable channels and watching whatever is on. I actually don’t even have cable, just Netflix streaming. I am, let’s say, a hardcore show fan. When I get into something, I get REALLY into it, and I often watch it twice. I can’t tell you the number of times I’ve seen all of LOST, The West Wing, and Jericho. And all of the available seasons of The Walking Dead, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and The X-Files. Don’t even get me started on The X-Files.

Anyway, all this time has gone by in my life and I haven’t watched Supernatural. There is just so much great TV out there to watch (and watch again) that I just hadn’t gotten around to trying it. But I found myself last week with nothing new to watch and thought I would give it a whirl, and now I am totally hooked and can’t stop watching it and have already watched three and a half seasons in a week. Because right now it’s all I do. I just can’t stop. Because this:

samwinchesterAnd OMG this:

deanwinchesterDon’t get me wrong – like everything in life, there are a bunch of things that really annoy me about this show. I hear there are as many Supernatural haters as fans out there. It took me a while to warm up to Sam and Dean because I thought they were “over acting” and just too extra dramatic about things, but three seasons plus in, I get a feel that this is just the way these guys are. They have their depth, too, and their own separate story lines are really interesting.

I also really kind of think that being able to shoot a ghost with a gun is kind of lame. In my own supernatural fantasies I don’t see using a gun against my enemies. It seems like a cop out, but maybe it’s also because I just don’t like guns. Sure, maybe the show is trying to be revolutionary in that way, but I just don’t buy it.

I like the way that the show is like X-Files in that there is a main story line for each character that continues throughout the show, but that the show is also peppered with standalone episodes. Some of the episodes are really fucking scary – scary enough to surprise me that there were things this scary on TV in 2008-2009 range before American Horror Story came along. And, some of the episodes are hilariously funny – also like The X-Files.

Well, I need to get back to paying attention to the Winchester brothers now, so I hope you enjoyed my little review of Supernatural. I think that if you are a fan of The X-Files or Buffy, you would really enjoy this show.