"My name is Modesty"

The movie that saved the rights for Miramax (so they say out there in the Modesty Blaise cyber gossip world), and thankfully, it was not too shabby for what it was and what I paid to get it.

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a picture and why I am grateful for the Numa-Numa guy

I lost my post after the first save, so this is what you get, yes, this is what was here when I made a save to go out to dinner at the restaurant I met my husband at and proceed to drink one or two or possibly three and a half too many margaritas and when upon my return home I meant to put further meaningless drivel but with cool links and all on the blog and was feeling all "inspired" aka drunk tipsy and managed to write a whole post of wonderfulness and deep thoughts only to have it ruined by a Squink wondering what the snake-like-thingy was doing being all hooked onto some other weird thingy but was really the power cord attached to a power outlet so I not only lost all I wrote but had to freak out at his being able to reach and pull out a power cord- I am way to freaking busy to make it all again, even though it was good and I was proud of all my linkys and all and I wish I had a mac but instead have spent way too much money on non macs but I am still alive so it can't be all that bad and

(breathe blair)

I am blog-speaking to myself... but Hi everyone!

here is the numa-numa link - he rocks, I now sing all the time because he can do it around the world and be parodied and such and so I can let myself be free of the sillier inhibitions... but the real post was much more thoughtful and rather poetic so you all close you eyes and imagine you just read some rather profound post for once here and think wow, Blair really has deep, profound and good thoughts...
now open your eyes and see the real world but you have forgotten about this silly post and I love you all for it!

out!
http://www.mojoflix.com/Video/Original-Numa-Numa-Guy.html

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Snow in August

Not really, I suppose one should call it man made ice...

But Squink went with the cousins and while he liked the ice, he loved... no wait, let me rephrase that ... he LOVED the water.

I taught him how to splash in puddles and while he could not exactly jump into them, he could make some awesome splashes!

That L on my forehead is for "learnin"

So, I suppose I should be somewhat thankful that I may be called a "geek" or a "nerd" but never a "dork"...

HOWEVER...

I know I am more like Modesty Blaise deep down and she is frankly too cool for any of those names! I mean she has such superior control over her muscles that she can forcfully remove an injected poison...

(wink)

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At last

my love has come along
My lonely days are over
And life is like a song
At last the skies above are blue
And my heart was wrapped up in clover
The night I looked at you
I found a dream that I can speak to
A dream that I could call my own
I found a thrill to press my cheek to
A thrill that I have never known
You smiled, and then the spell was cast
And here we are in heaven
And you are mine at last

(I have that song in my head)

I am fine!!! I am not sick, or coughing or taking horrible medications that cause me to feel like kokopelli [the hunchback part not the fertility god(dess) part].

However, I am also playing catch up with the lost two or three weeks of my life. If I owe you a thank you letter, a phone call, anything. I hope I get around to it.

So, in the events of the last week we find that my Schatzy turned 33, so young, so handsome, so good!

And....

(drum roll please)

I feel like I have finally received an "official" initiation into motherhood!!!

You may recall, or you may not be so interested in knowing that I had THE EASIEST LABOR AND DELIVERY EVER...

I had hell to get there, but a morning of contractions that didn't ever make me want to push, but were a bit uncomfortable...

and what I remember as a 3 minute delivery... assuming one push every minute.
Yeah, it was way too easy, and after the horror stories, not so sure I would want to trade the bed rest for it, but that is also entirely debatable.

So what is it, you may be asking yourselves, that caused me to rejoice and dance and sing about my entree to official motherdom...

Well, I was puked on... yep, you read that right!

PUKED ON, not a little, but that projectile vomit while they are standing in front of you kind and it is all over your clothes and your shoes and you don't actually notice because their eyes speak of sorrows that seem so deep and painful, not to mention their heated brow, so warm in fact that they practically throw off steam from the puke that managed to get on them.

I also happen to be thankful that it was mainly juice... yeah none of that which makes it smell like milk gone bad, and thankfully absent of the curdles...

but I was puked on, and I held my baby boy as I cleaned him off, after I stripped my clothes off so that he would not have to rest against it as I held him close in all that I could really do to "make it all feel better".

PS I still can't figure out who the heavy metal band might be that wants to take a picture on our front porch... but I have my students working on trying to figure it out. I guess Schatz turning 33 was the final cross-over to complete forgetfulness... because every time I ask him what they are called he says'..."alluded, eluded, deluded... I dunno something ______ded". Yeah, a quick glance in our local "hip rag" reveals NOTHING!

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