I know the title of this post is the epitome of political incorrectness.  That's why I like it.

The weather turned beautiful after two weeks of cold drabness, and I love it.  I've been so busy and so full of energy that Jay was terrified I might be pregnant.  He forgot that I usually don't experience this kind of energy boost until after six weeks of puking my guts out and there hasn't been any of that.  Anyway, I told him 

A.  I'm not pregnant.

and

B.  If I was, try to remember two things; we're really good at it and kids grow up in a flash. 

and

C.  I'm not pregnant.

I just thought it was nice that a guy spent a week terrified at the thought of pregnancy.  Congratulations, sweetie!  You are now an honorary woman!

But instead of writing here, I've been busy.  I've gotten furniture refinished, rooms painted and redecorated, and a ton of work done.  I even managed to squeeze in a walk around the lake and I may do that again today.

Last week we went to a birthday party for a friend.  It was lovely and the dinner was delicious.  On Sunday, we invited my folks and my orphaned brother over.  His wife works Sunday nights so he usually joins my folks and he knows he's welcome here any time.  He's been in the midst of redoing his kitchen for about a year.  His wife, a gorgeous, delightful woman, has a problem with color.  She loves it.  She's addicted to it.  She can't stand any color once she's actually got it on a wall.  Once, they hired our younger brother to paint their house and after he'd done three sides of it, she changed her mind on the color.  That's the problem which is holding up the finishing of their kitchen.

I smell an opportunity to do a little stealth decorating.

I've read a few books I didn't bother to review here.  One was Anthony Trollope's Rachel Ray.  It was good, well written and cute but compared to today's chick lit, pretty tame.  Then I read another Jennifer Crusie, called Welcome to Temptation, which had me laughing out loud.  Now I'm reading In Search of an Impotent Man by Gaby Hauptmann.  So far, it's amusing. My daughter left it here in a pile of books she wanted me to bring to Half Price Books.  It looked worth a peek, so I haven't taken it in yet.  The jacket says it was an international best seller, and is hilarious.  I'm on page 87 and it hasn't been even remotely hilarious yet, but it hasn't made me want to quit reading, so I'll keep going.  Katie took a new book on disc out to get it printed and she said she'd have it for me today, so soon I'll be reading a new, hilarious little opus called We Interrupt This Marriage.  I'm really looking forward to it.

I've also watched the second season of Heroes.  Josie got completely hooked and she has a huge crush on Peter Petrelli, king of the super heroes.  Josie has impeccable taste in men.  Now she wants me to rewatch the first season with her.  I'm game, but I've seen it three times already, so I'm doing needlepoint while I watch.  Josie was cursing the day her sister was born last night.  Katie lost the second disc.  Now we have to go rent it.

Ooh!  Ironman is coming out next week!

I watched Grindhouse, the double feature by Robert Rodriguez and Q. Tarrentino.  I actually liked it alot, and I don't really like that sort of movie.  They did a very good job of revisiting the genre.  Rodriguez contribution, Planet Terror, was laugh out loud funny all the way through.  Tarrentino's bit, Death Proof, was far more harsh, tense and horrifying.  It also has a great pay off.  I didn't like watching Kurt Russell as a psycho killer because I love Kurt Russell, but as usual he was awesome in the role.

I had to paint a new needlepoint design for myself this week.  Volleyball season started and I can't sit in a gym without something to work. 

Now I have to go to work.  It's likely we tax payers are about to be on the hook to the tune of another trillion bucks and that's not gonna come cheap.  Good thing I've got orders for two months out.  My nightmare is to wake up some day with nothing to do.

 

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