Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Blue's Clues

"We just figured out Blue's Clues./ We just figured out Blue's Clues./ We just figured out Blue's Clues./We just figured out Blue's Clues./ Because we're really smart."

Conversations About Children's Television Shows: Part 1

"You just know that in reality, DJ Lance Rock is a homeless guy carrying around an old, hollow boom box filled with junk."
"Toodee's the rabid squirrel that lives in the boom box and bit DJ Lance so now he has rabies hallucinations about the junk coming to life."
"Aw, that's awful! But yeah."
"Foofa looks a little bit like a fancy bong."
"And Muno is definitely ribbed for your pleasure."
"Awww yeahhh."

"Did Diego and Alicia seriously just clean up that oil spill by using a giant vacuum?"
"Yep. And yesterday they coaxed a butterfly out of its cocoon and blew on its wings to dry them."
"You mean they killed the butterfly, basically."
"Girls, this is not how we do things in the real world."

"Well, hello there, Shout. How YOU doin'?"
"Kiki and Marina are pretty hot, too. Okay, the old Marina is hot. The new Marina is... not so much. At least she's not my type."
"Twist is cute in that goofy little brother way."
"We are checking out the characters on a children's television show."
"We need to have sex more often."

"So this article talks about how kids get upset when characters they know and love leave the show and are replaced by new ones."
"But Blue's Clues did it right! They told you Steve was going to college and Joe was going to take care of Blue. [At the screen]You should tell your kid to shut up and stop being stupid."
"You just yelled at my monitor."

Friday, May 27, 2011

Pretty Good Year

"Hold onto nothing / As fast as you can / Well, still, pretty good year"

Bless me, Interwebs, for I have sinned. It's been over a year since my last blog post, so long that my blog comments were invaded by ads. Blarg. All I can say is that it has been a helluva year.

The biggest news that two of my remaining three readers already know is that we moved from Edmonton, Alberta, Canada, to Bellevue, Washington, USA, in late September 2010. We had been gearing up for this big move for months, with Dusty transitioning into a role that would allow him to continue working remotely for BioWare and me transitioning into my new job as a Stay-At-Home-Mama [SAHM].We bought a fixer-upper in a gorgeous neighborhood with two beach parks nearby and one of the country's best elementary schools within walking distance. I'll spare you the details, but the move was PURE HELL. This is the last time I will move to a new house in a different country with two small children, so don't even ask me.

All right, y'all. I'm just going to level with you. This is the requisite "I've been away for a long while and here is a shoddy explanation/apology" post. Frankly, I haven't felt like writing in a very long time. Many of my journal entries in the last year begin, "Today is my writing night and I am just not feeling it." I've written before about my creativity being consumed by homemaking and parenthood, and that was when I only had one kid who wasn't even mobile or verbal yet. Now I have to keep a highly articulate preschooler and a passionately opinionated toddler happy. ALL DAY. Dude, seriously. Between having pirate swordfights, doling out raisins and cheese sticks, scrambling because "Mama, I have to GO!" and trying to figure out if the stain on my shirt is chocolate or *ehem* not-chocolate, sometimes I'd really rather have a nap than try to think of something witty to write about my life.

Anyway, I've been away for a long while and this is a shoddy explanation/apology. But it's a post. And that's something.

"Pretty Good Year" by Tori Amos