Don Knotts 1924-2006
Don Knotts 1924-2006
Friday night, Manny and I hung out at home. He wasn’t feeling too great, but get a couple Guinness (Guinnei?) in him and he’s good as new. We listened to good music and had sweet talks and watched Battlestar Galactica.
Saturday we had gyros from the Trojan Horse for lunch. Mmmm… “euro” meat. Then we watched Legends of the Fall, one of my all-time favorite movies. And not because of Brad Pitt, but just because it’s a damn good film. Later that evening, Lori and I went to see Transamerica, which was wonderful. Then, on a whim, I got my nose pierced. Yep. I’ve been wanting to for a while, and it seemed that there was no better time to do it. It wasn’t bad, really, just kind of weird. Then we went to drink the pain away, which was not the smartest idea. But it worked.
Woke up on Sunday feeling like there was a school of fish swimming in my stomach, so I threw up and felt much better. Manny had to go pick up C-Rex, so I had the house to myself. I turned on the Tori Amos and I painted – something I haven’t for quite some time. It felt good. The rest of the day was relatively normal… picked up Kitten, visited my parents, had a great conversation with my dad about the two-week “internal cleansing” (read: “sweeping old shit out of the colon”) program he’s on.
Had a surprisingly easy Monday morning – atypical, really, because Mondays are usually insane. Got myself ready, got the girls ready, got us out of the house by 7:30. The three of us had great conversation in the car about what kind of houses we want when we “get bigger” and if a school bus is really orange or yellow. There was some cute dancing to Belle & Sebastian and then we had the drop-offs. C-Rex goes to a very Christian school (yo, not our choice), and this week is science fair week – lots of “God created the heavens and the earth” solar systems and dinosaur displays. I am finding this really ironic.
I had a good morning, despite getting up late (blaming this on the new bedding scheme – so comfortable that it’s coma-inducing). I was getting ready when I heard Kitten talking in her bedroom. I didn’t know she was up yet, so I went in and didn’t see her at first. She was under all her blankets.
“Hellooooo… where are you?” I called.
She threw the covers off and sat up. She has the worst morning hair – it sticks in a thousand different directions. She started grinning and then she looked out the window. Then she looked at me and started flapping her arms like a bird and making little bird noises.
“What’s with you?” I laughed.
“I a baby chicken,” she replied, and started running around her room, still flapping.
All morning long, she kept making little chicken noises. Then, as I was putting dinner into the crockpot (oh yes, the crockpot), she was looking out the back door, yelling “Birdies! Look at the birdies!”
In the car on the way to daycare, we listened to the Backyardigans CD. For those of you not in the know, the Backyardigans is a show on Nick Jr. It’s all computer-animated (which I’m not crazy about, but still) and has five main characters: Tyrone, Pablo, Tasha, Uniqua, and Austin. Pablo (or Tablo, as she says) is Kitten’s favorite – he’s a penguin. It’s an adorable show, and thankfully it isn’t entirely mindless. It does, in the typical fashion of kids’ shows, have an abundance of songs, but the songs are tolerable – which is why I don’t mind listening to the CD. They’re actually orchestrated, with real instruments! Kitten knows all the words and sings along very well.
While driving, we also shared a fruit/yogurt smoothie. I’m still hesitant about giving her open containers (I mean, cups without lids), but she did fairly well. She insisted on keeping it in her cup holder and told me not to spill it. “Be careful with dat juice, Mommy! Don’t spillit!”
After I dropped her off at the daycare, it took me about five minutes before I realized I was still listening to the Backyardigans. And singing along.
After 5 hours of sleep (I stayed up late watching The Constant Gardener), C-Rex woke me up because she was “bored.” I reluctantly dragged my ass out of our newly-outfitted and very comfortable bed (new sheets! new pillows! new lovely comforter!) and made myself presentable. Then we went out for breakfast. Because my coffee-drinking-cessation did not work, I am still a zombie before my caffeine in the morning.
We went to the Village Deli downtown and surprisingly got in right away. C-Rex was all agog with excitement over the checkerboard floors and bright orange walls. Breakfast was very nice – chocolate chip pancakes and chocolate milk (her) and biscuits & gravy and coffee (me). Then we went to Target and got her this bead jewelry kit that I think Manny hates me for buying.
On the way home, she was kind of quiet, and then out of the blue, she said, “You know what I was just thinking about?”
“What?” I replied.
“I was thinking ’bout all my toys and movies and my princess dolls were all standing around me and then I started crying and then they all looked at me ’cause I had a tail.”
“Yeah, that’s what I was thinking just now.”
So in case you ever wonder what kids are thinking about when they’re all quiet, just know that it’s probably really, really weird.
“What’s going on there?” I asked her.
Very solemnly, she replied, “They’re watching him sleep.”
I’m listening to the Dandy Warhol’s album Welcome to the Monkey House. On track 3, “Plan A,” I swear I hear the sound of a rain stick in the background.
This starts me thinking. I used to have a rain stick. I bought it at the Nature Store when I was 10. When I was 10, I was very into the Nature Store. They carried all kinds of “sounds of the night forest set to light dulcimer music” CDs, as well as various shiny pebbles, books on poison arrow tree frogs, and jewelry made from cedar chips.
It was at this time in my life that I also danced in my basement to Gloria Estefan whilst wearing a hot pink leotard and bright clip-on earrings. “Rhythm is Gonna Get You” was my favorite. “Words Get in The Way” summed up my feelings about a certain 6th grade boy and also translated beautifully into expressive, pseudo-ballet dance moves.
It was also at this time in my life that I was in the special “gifted and talented” classes in 5th grade. I was complete shite at math but I could read and write like a motherfucker. I wrote little plays about manatees and otters that we performed in class. I also won the school and county spelling bees. I went on to the regional and got knocked out in the third round on the word “moraine.” I cried.
So, essentially, listening to the Dandy Warhols got me thinking about what a complete nerd I used to be. And still am. It’s great.