2004-03-12

Survivor entry with spoilers. It looks a bit fucked up over there now, but you should be able to read the entry and leave comments if you want. I have no fucking clue what’s going on with that site. Grrrr.

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I sometimes have this really bad habit when I’m reading a book of imagining what I’d do if I were in the main character’s shoes. It doesn’t happen all the time – I didn’t, for instance, try to imagine what I’d do if I were Ethan Truman or Fric when I read The Face , though I did send mental “Don’t go in THERE!” screams at Fric – but if the character is a married woman I do tend to put myself in her fictional shoes. I’m currently reading Marriage: A Duet, which is a book comprised of two novellas. In the first, a woman who’s been married to her husband of 40+ years recalls the time he almost left her for a younger woman. I ended up imagining myself in her shoes, and ended up getting SO PISSED at Fred for having an affair with another woman and then asking me to wait while he tried to decide what he wanted to do, that I had to put the book down and walk away. BECAUSE FRED’S NEVER DONE ANY SUCH THING. Yet I was furious. Even while I was getting mad, I thought to myself “This has never happened to you, what’re you getting so pissed off about???”, and yet I had to put the book down for a while, or let myself get so mad I’d probably drive myself into stroke territory. I’m a total freak.
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If you get to this journal by typing in “journal.bitchypoo.com”, you’ll note that things look a bit different around here. Movable Type, no matter how damn many times I rebuilt, would NOT rebuild the index page, and even Fred couldn’t figure it out, so he did some voodoo thing I don’t quite understand, where the calendar will update when I’ve updated, and I can edit the template in Dreamweaver. So if you’re used to going to that page and seeing the latest entry, you’ll have to click on the date on the calendar instead. I know it’s a bitch, sorry. But imagine how many calories you’ll burn by doing that extra click! ::snort:: You know, all these problems are making me long for the days when I just updated using Dreamweaver, even though it was a pain in the ass having to change all the before and after links by hand.
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The spud and her class (possibly even the entire 9th grade, I’m not sure) went on a field trip to Montgomery yesterday, to visit the Shakespeare Festival. They left the school at 5:15 am, and were planning to stop for breakfast and then eat lunch at the mall. I gave the spud $30 (more than she would need, but it’s always better to have to much than too little, I’ve always thought) Wednesday night, and reminded her twice not to forget her money. When Fred and I were laying in bed Wednesday night, I said “Please make sure she has her money before you leave in the morning” and he said “Okay.” As Fred and the spud pulled out of the driveway a few minutes before 5, he said “Do you have your money?” and she said “Yes.” I’m sure you know where this is going. Apparently at the last moment the spud changed purses and forgot to put her money in the purse she actually took with her. And this is the child who is supposed to be behind the wheel of a car in the next few months? Eeek. Luckily one of her friends had enough money so that she could borrow some, or I’m thinking she would have been one hungry kid by the time she got home 12 hours later.
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“I am the Queen of all that I survey…”]]>

16 thoughts on “2004-03-12”

  1. Robyn,
    My mother is a really sharp lady – highly intelligent, and usually pretty good in the common sense department, too. However, one time she switched purses before a two-week trip to England, and left all of her Traveler’s Checks in the wrong purse. So it’s not just that the spud is extra ditzy (although maybe she is, judging from some of the stories you tell on her!). Fortunately, Travelers Checks can be replaced if you have the serial numbers, which my mother did have.

  2. Heh! My cat Maisey has that exact same look. She has to be sitting on the highest point possible in the room and look over everyone with disdain and boredom.

  3. Heh. I get (unjustly) peeved at my sweet for stuff he does in my dreams… And you should see how hinky I am the morning after I have a booty dream that he doesn’t star in!

  5. Go back to bed Dez, you can’t spell yet today.
    That’s Carol Shields. And marriage. and probably how ever you really spell parallel.

  6. Complete. Utter. Panic. Could. Not. Find. New. Entry. I’m totally and completely thrilled that I am not a total ass and managed to find your entry but I must admit I was breaking out in a cold sweat at the thought of not getting my Bitchypoo fix for the day!

  7. I too am having visions of my child driving in a few months. This kid cannot even remember to flush the toliet half the time. Oy, I hope he remembers to wear a seatbelt or hey, stop at the red light.
    I posted a very cute orange kitty pic today of Nutmeg. You should go see. heehee.

  9. Fitchypoo: No, I think the spud is just ditzy, like her momma. I’m sure I’ve done that exact same thing 100 times in my life! 🙂
    Kay: Cute! You KNOW I love the orange kitties! 🙂
    Bonnie: That’s right! That’s where I keep my Say Say candle stash! 🙂

  10. I have your site in my favorites (or course) but today I had to click “archives” and then “March” and then the 12 on the calendar to get to your entry! 🙁 Is there an easier way? I just answered my own question. Click the link on your notify . . duh 🙁
    Mike

  11. Mike – Does going to journal.bitchypoo.com and then clicking on the date in the calendar not work?

  12. I have horrible dreams about my husband and people like Julia Roberts, Cameron Diaz, “Ms. I’ll marry and divorce you in a few hous Spears”, etc.. And he wonders why I act so pissy… MEN ! Do they EVEN have a clue!?!?
    Have a great weekend !
    ~Denise ~ in Georgia

  13. My poor hubby lived right next door to the park where they do the Shakespeare Festival in Montgomery. I say “poor hubby” because at the time he was living there and working (only place he found a job after over a year of unemployment) and our newborn daughter and I were living here in Seattle. That sucked. Thank goodness that’s over. Hope the Spud enjoyed herself despite forgetting her money!

  14. I also have your site marked in my favs and had a heck of a time getting to the journal entries. I had to go to the archives to get in. The calendar that used to pop up when I clicked on Journal is no longer there and there’s no “journal” link to click on. I thought maybe you had changed it so that only people on the notify list could read the entries; so I joined th list. I think there’s a missing link on the home page. Either that or I’m missing too many brain cells from merlot consumption to be allowed to read blogs any longer. Thanks

  15. Teresa – What kind of browser are you using?
    Since it’s a problem for at least a few people, I’ll add a “current” link at journal.bitchypoo.com so y’all can click to the current entry. I’ll do that in the next day or two.

  16. Hey Robyn!
    I was the “breakfast cookie” searcher last weekend. THANK YOU for putting up the link the recipe. I thought I was going to go insane. I was sure you had mentioned it and linked it before, but my search was fruitless. Although not really, because you’re such a conscientious host! Tee hee! Off to buy the ingredients right NOW!

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