Archives for March 2013

I don’t do choreography.

With it being the week leading up to Easter, I’ve been listening to Jesus Christ Superstar on repeat. It’s been a tradition of mine since 1993- back when I was in a community theater production of Superstar as an “Apostle Child.” It was an oddly religious experience. We all worked together on the set, the costumes were made out of scraps (I had a horrible wig- the first of many). Our Jesus was a carpenter (he built and stained his own cross, and almost passed out from exhaustion doing it) and our Judas was a banker. Oh, and our director…

Why I fight.

I tried searching my archives, but I’m not sure if I ever did write this post. Every so often, someone that doesn’t know me very well will ask me why I fight for marriage equality. That for some reason in their lazy minds, that because I have my husband and 2 boys, that I can just walk away. Or someone else will call me an ally. Both groups of people drive me insane. I look at my life and I see what I have now, and a path that I could have taken. I’m bi (and I know I’ve admitted…

The Mystery of the Blue X.

Saturday morning started like any other. I got up, stumbled downstairs, watched a little Supernatural while the kidlets screwed around on Facebook. We walked through the hallway about a dozen times, and that’s when we saw it. A big blue X on the wall. Either marker or watercolor. So I looked around for the Magic Eraser (I’m not being paid by them, but it’s amazing for taking off anything kids can draw on walls) and it easily came off the walls. Watercolor. Definitely water color. But then it was time for my mother-in-law and I to figure out whodunit. The…

Thoughts on TV: Season 7, Time For a Wedding!

In the last couple of months, I’ve gone from the middle of Season 3 of Supernatural to the first quarter of Season 7. I average about 2 episodes each weekday. Somehow it’s worked it’s way into every dream I’ve had for the last two weeks. (Not kidding. Last night I dreamt I was on the writing staff, and was worried I was going to get fired.) In all those times, I’ve laughed, I’ve cried- I’ve cursed the people who write the show. Generally in the same way I curse the people who write Doctor Who, because they write characters that…

Let it Bleed. On Second Thought, Don’t.

There’s nothing quite as depressing as filling out 25 pages of medical history for a new doctor. On Wednesday, I go see a hematologist. This is probably 2 years overdue, since it was around 2 years ago that I first had a test that showed I was low on iron. But here I am, with my lowest hemoglobin count since I was hospitalized in 2011. To be honest, it’s a little frightening. I thought we’d had control of all of this- and frankly, I feel pretty darn good. In 2011, I was exhausted, constantly. While I haven’t run in awhile,…

Four Ways Whitney’s Life Turned Upside Down (and One It Didn’t)

Title: Five Ways Whitney’s Life Turned Upside Down (and One It Didn’t) Rating: T Pairing: Whitney/TheBoy Description: When Whitney’s life starts to take a turn for the weird, she decides to document it in the only way possible. 1. Whoever came up with Daylight Savings Time should be shot, Whitney decided. When the Kidlets actually had to be dragged from bed and pushed out the door to school (instead of Whitney having to play catch up with them), there was something very wrong. She was looking forward to getting home and drinking enough chai to fill the bathtub. (Too much)…

Doing the Time Warp.

Over the weekend, TheBoy and I snuck out for dinner. We went to the same restaurant we had our first date (well, it was a chain, so a different location- but same restaurant). And for whatever reason, half the songs they were playing were from the late 90s. Practically the soundtrack for when we were first dating. And as much as we were mocking the waitstaff for their terrible taste in music, it was great. In some way, it made a simple night out feel like one of those early dates. Of course, it might have been the margarita I…

Can’t Reach.

Back when the Oldest Kidlet was 5, he started to get a little lazy. He’d reach towards where ever his cup was and would say, “Can’t reach.” It sort of became a family catchphrase. TheBoy adopted it first, I jokingly used it with TheBoy… and to this day, I can still hear people say it. The Oldest Kidlet got over this lazy spell, and doesn’t use it any more. Earlier in the week, the Little Kidlet was busy watching Fireman Sam while hanging onto the doorknob to the front door, stretching around the corner towards the dining room table. He…

Tracking the Plague.

It’s funny. Living in a house with this many people in it, it’s fascinating to see how a sickness rolls through it. Who brings it in, who gets it next. It’s like our own mini Outbreak. I’m not sure who started this last one. TheBoy went to work one day complaining that he felt a little off, and came home sick. My mother in law had the same off feeling, but it didn’t quite get worse. The Little Kidlet then got the cold, and being that I was taking care of LK and sleeping next to TheBoy… whammo. This would…