It's okay. Sophia was so sick yesterday she spontaneously took a nap, which is kind of like, oh, the president of Egypt spontaneously stepping down and also passing out KitKats and Susan B. Anthony dollars, and today I'm letting the kids wallow in old-school Sesame Street DVDs. The Flying Fairy School can go pound sand, because the old ones? With the Ladybug Picnic*and Alan Arkin and the eight-minute-long free-form piano jazz playing over a montage of two seven-year-olds riding their bicycles through New York City to the zoo all alone and without helmets? They are the kind of vicarious childhood I want for my girls.
New Sesame Street doesn't actually seem to be about childhood in the same way. More about selling organic juice boxes and toilet seats with scuba diving Cookie Monsters** on them. Not that we don't sometimes watch it, but you know -- I used to loathe Elmo's World and now it's like the most tolerable thing on there! Elmo, onetime newcomer, has become the venerable statesman of the puppets. (I always hated Telly.)
Anyhoodle, I am just sitting around mildly ill in the clothes that I flung away in disgust yesterday because they stank, and then I just went ahead and put them back on after my shower yesterday assuming that having washed the stank off myself the clothes would be okay, and it was about 50/50 on that but hey, the clothes were already on and when you've got momentum rolling you don't stand in its way. So I stink either again or still, and my face is doing that PMS thing wherein it converts itself to the texture of freshly laid macadam, all greasy and lumpen, and my glasses are covered in a fine mist of grease and skin flakes.
Things is nasty, is what I'm trying to say.
School is requiring a lot of work, not very hard work but large in volume, like a bulky fibrous stool. The kind you'd get if you ate a lot of insoluble fiber such as cellulose which is to be found in fruit and vegetable peels and whole grains, and then drank adequate water. Hey! It's sinking in! And I am so stupid that I signed up for the GRE right smack in the middle of my fullest semester, which means that when I am not summarizing scholarly papers or getting into online pissing contests about the effect of high-glycemic carbohydrate consumption on serum lipid profiles (here's a clue: NOT GOOD) I am solving for x and remembering how to multiply fractions. Which is a lot of fun, actually, but WOW. Busy.
I just accused the cat of having a less-than-fresh kittybutt and you know what it was? IT WAS MY OWN BREATH I WAS SMELLING. I have to go freshen up now. But before I do I will share that I am rather bored of Me and this Blog About Me, and I am considering, after this bulky bolus of work-to-do passes with the peristalsis of time, a Big Change re: Blogging. I know I've threatened to Twit and whatnot before and nothing ever came of it, but I want a new project, and if I can finish all my classes by the end of the summer I will have some serious downtime before I even have to finish my application for nursing school. During which I will undoubtedly get some kind of job, but still. After reading the above description of my general condition, aren't you curious about what kind of style blog a person who wears stank-ass sweatpants might come up with?
*Possibly the finest musical achievement of Western civilization.
**We have one.
Ladybug Picnic! Yay!! Except I must disagree about its placement in the Western Musical Achievement Hall of Fame. Ladybug Picnic takes 2nd place, after Pinball #12 by the Pointer Sisters. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JZshZp-cxKg)
Posted by: Tine | February 11, 2011 at 11:05 AM
Oh my god I adore "Ladybug Picnic" (the old version - NOT the new one. The new one is an abomination unto Henson, verily). J.Q. and I often sing it in tandem... "One two three!... your turn!" "Oh! Four five siiiiiix!" "Seven eight nine!" "I WANNA DO THE 'BZZZ, BZZZZ' PART!", etc.
A close second is the Count's song wherein all of his little Muppet-bats flap their wings (with the help of very-visible monofilament) and squeak, "Batty batty batty batty batty bat!"
Ahhh. Good times.
Posted by: Jul | February 11, 2011 at 11:31 AM
Shout out to Ladybug Picnic which I am currently singing to myself!
Posted by: Heather | February 11, 2011 at 11:57 AM
We sing Pinball #12...all the time. I sing that while filing things numerically as well.
And I heard a horrible rumor that cookie monster now doesn't eat cookies but carrots, and really, I'm sort of horrified to go and verify whether the rumor is true.
Oh, please do come to twitter. I know I was all, "Don't go to twitter because I'll never be able to read you again." But now, I'm all like, "#snOMG, @twitter, it's snowing again. what's up homeys? #longwinter" So, right.
Also, PCOS means I am perpetually in a state of fighting back teenage acne. I still do not know whether the ance cream goes under or over the anti-wrinkle cream. Also, I must learn to stop picking. DoctorMama says to get a lower wattage light bulb in the bathroom, but then I cannot pluck the PCOS-incuded facial hair. Decisions. Either way, I am one hot mama.
Posted by: SarcastiCarrie | February 11, 2011 at 01:04 PM
SarcastiCarrie, RIGHT? I was just thinking about that this morning, tweezers in hand.
Tine, granted. I will give you the pinball 12. Jul, I will put batty bats at #3.
Is there really a new Ladybug Picnic? SeriouslY?
Posted by: Jo | February 11, 2011 at 01:38 PM
I find plucking facial hair to be easiest in the car. Something about the lighting and the placement of the mirror.
And I just have the terrible skin all the time now, for no reason I can determine.
Posted by: Brooke | February 11, 2011 at 02:15 PM
Oh, I had great skin while nursing. Do you think I could relactate just for that? And for the sweaters? To fill out the sweaters? If I am filling out sweaters, I doubt anyone would notice the hair on my chin.
My mother-in-law has a back bathroom with a window and the light comes in just so....and I find the hair on my chin while at her house.
Posted by: SarcastiCarrie | February 11, 2011 at 03:16 PM
First off, now I want a kit kat. Must go raid childrens leftover hallowen candy.
We youtube the old sesame street classics like lady bug picnic and 1 - 12 pinball often. My all-time favorite though is "Me and My Llama"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sgkYHhG18uc
Ah, the 70s.
Posted by: Gina | February 11, 2011 at 05:40 PM
Oh, Gina, even without clicking I know that song! I sing it all the time in my head!
SarcastiCarrie, I know. The bathroom at my MIL's house is that way, and I can practically see through my skin. It's wonderful!
Posted by: Jo | February 11, 2011 at 05:44 PM
Yesterday I watched Sesame Street with Ben, my first viewing in yeeears -- Charlie never took to it -- and I was AGHAST. That flying fairy shit? The Claymation Bert and Ernie? WRONG. Really, really wrong.
I'm an "On the Subway" girl myself:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WkPh8As-y6E
As a little girl I had no idea what a subway was; I just knew I dug that funky groove.
Posted by: Julie | February 12, 2011 at 02:57 PM
i was just singing ladybug picnic to Philip this morning! and we watch a LOT of old school Street on youtube...pinball, ladybug, the crayon factory. THE CRAYON FACTORY.
and even Philip knows the new Street sucks. He doesn't care for it at all. Now if only he would feel the same way about Caillou.
Posted by: gretchenosis | February 15, 2011 at 06:28 PM