I’m taking a break from orgasms for a while. No, not having them, silly, writing about them. Several reasons:
1) It cuts into other stuff I really want to write about
2) I need to do more research. (When Sergei was on his genealogy trip, I had full intentions of writing-writing-researching-writing. All thwarted by being outnumbered by children and dead-tired once I finally got their squirrelly butts in bed.)
3) I think they scare people. Which is part of the point, but I miss comments.
This week is gonna be choppy posting at best. Tomorrow I’m spending the day with the kids. Boychild’s daycamp thought it would be fun to take 30 8-year olds to the county fair. Two teachers. Thirty kids. 1:15 ratio. Kids running in all directions riding scarily unsafe rides, being accosted by carny folk, eating elephant ears and fries and throwing up. Sergei and I decided…er…ah…HELL NO. Girlchild felt left out, so I told her we'd pick her up early from pre-school. A day off but not a day ‘off’.
I have a new crush, soon-to-be-boyfriend. We saw him on the Science channel, a Brit who designed a new type of bridge which rolls up on itself like a roly-poly bug. I googled him this morning, he’s also an artist and sculptor. Big-brained, shocking hair, baggy clothes, really passionate and intense. Oh, his name is Thomas Heatherwick. And here. Damn but I love those artistic Brits, I wanna eat him on a scone with a bit of clotted cream.
Via BitchPhd, the Faux Faulkner Contest winner. Made all the more poignant in that I recently started re-reading “The Sound and the Fury”. Incredibly Faulkner-esque, and incredibly bad! Lovelovelove it!
A co-worker told me her daughter, who is plagued by migraines, was taking a medication that also helped her drop about 30 pounds with no effort. Too good to be true! The medication is called Topamax. It’s an epilepsy medication, also for bi-polar disorder, side affects seem helpful for migraines and weight loss. However, the bad side effects are terrifying…if you miss a dose, they imply you could have seizures, even if you’ve never had them before. You also can’t concentrate, shouldn’t operate heavy machinery, etc. Has anyone heard more about this stuff? I’m curious, but frightened.
Sergei and I will celebrate our Tenth Wedding Anniversary this Friday. The kids are going to Grandpa and Grandma’s house Thursday through Sunday. Sergei initially wanted to take me on a trip somewhere, but scary post-9/11 me, post London-bombings me, post-paying the mortgage (yikes!) me, didn’t want to go far/spend much money. Really, all I want is Sergei naked for a few days. That’s not asking too much, is it? So far, our plans are: Drop the kids off Thursday lunchtime, get tattoos Thursday night, maybe get drunk, definitely have wet hot monkey sex. We went to the tattoo place last Saturday and got everything set up. It’s my first, although I’ve had designs in the works for years. I’ll post a picture of it, perhaps. Of the tattoo, not the wet hot monkey sex.
I'm working on a music MEME of Avatar's. Will post later, after birthday lunch with the boss.