Friday Fragments

Wow. I just looked through all my jot books (where I jot down blog post ideas, or quotes, or rants) and there's nothing there that I can turn into a whole post. I've used up all the ideas.

I remember when they were coming fast and furiously and I was constantly reaching for one of those three books that I had stashed in convenient places. Now I'm remembering WHEN I jotted those ideas. Prednisone. So that evil drug is good for at least one thing: creativity. Or maybe it's that I was spending a lot of time hiding from people so that I didn't bite their heads off and thus had time to think. And since it made me rather ADHD, I had lots of ideas bouncing all over the place.

Don't get me wrong. I have no desire to get back on prednisone. I just want some ideas to start flowing again. Meanwhile, here are some random things that won't make a whole post, but I feel like sharing anyway.

Ω Why is it that we get more excited about a song when it comes on the radio, or on Pandora, or our shuffle? I'm talking about songs that mean something to you, that you own and could play anytime you wanted. Yet you don't. Then when it comes on, you're thinking, “Oh wow, perfect song!”

Ω In the most bizarre coincidence I've experienced in a long time, Green Day's Good Riddance (Time of My Life) came on as I was writing that last paragraph. It's a very special song for many reasons, not the least of which is that The Transporter learned to play it on his electric guitar for me.

Ω Why does the school need a signed note from me about my child's absence if that same teacher was the one who sent him to the nurse because he was so visibly sick she thought he should go home?

Ω You know you've been helping your child with math way too late into the night if you end up dreaming that you have to calculate the volume of your lungs in order to breathe.

Ω If you are the lead car at an intersection with a left-turn arrow, it's YOUR responsibility to watch the light and GO when it turns green. Put down the phone and pay attention. Please.

Ω I've found that raising teenagers is challenging. Right now I'm wishing for fewer teachable moments...

Ω After talking to the nurse at my gastroenterology doctor's office yesterday, she said to make an appointment. “Tell them you're acute, so they can get you in faster.” Apparently acute means I can see them on November 13^th.

Ω OYT quote of the day: “My body is a very uncomfortable place for my brain to live.” He was sick and trying to do homework.

Ω Movie quote of the day: “The world is made for people not cursed with self-awareness.” Name the movie.

What random thoughts are bouncing around your brain?

~Tina

MMM: Monday Movie Meme, Tuesday edition, with some whining thrown in because it's my blog and I can whine if I want to...

It's MMM at Nicole's place, The Madlab Post, and I for one feel like I've finally found a blogging kindred “best of intentions but real life DOES come first, meme or not” buddy. I met Nicole in January and it was friends at first sight, but the way both of our lives are going, it's like we're traveling very parallel (as in equally crazy) but different (everyone has different issues plaguing their priorities) paths that leave not as much time for our “me” as our “shoulds”. So she published her MMM Monday evening. Great. I'm publishing mine Tuesday morning (this is where you say great). I mean seriously, if Monday Night Football can have a special Thursday edition...

Today's theme of the meme (it's early, let me use some stupid puns, will ya'?) is missing. Haha! Ok, seriously, it is. Kidnapped or missing people.

Ransom 

This was the first movie I thought of because it's a recurring nightmare. Young child gets kidnapped during a crowd scene. It stars Mel Gibson and Renee Russo. And yes, someone who's been on my top five list* for years: Gary Sinise. Here's where the stolen picture from imdb would go...but I'm being a good girl. Click on “Ransom” though...and you'll be at imdb reading all about the movie. Seeing the picture, too.  That's true whenever I do a MMM, by the way. Click on title. Got it?

Proofof Life

I loved this movie. But I wasn't rooting for them to find the husband, so sorry. I've got a serious crush on Russell Crowe, but five is a small number and since Bruce Springsteen's name is there in sharpie, never to be erased, I only have four working slots. (See foot note about top five game) Russell has occupied one, from time to time, depends on if he has a current movie out...yes, I'm fickle. It's my list though. I was rooting for the explosive chemistry between him and Meg Ryan. Did keep the movie interesting: satisfy the fans, kill of kidnapped husband, Meg and Russell run off together, leaving dangerous South America behind, or go with the Hollywood ending, find husband alive, family reunited, blah, blah, blah. I still recommend it!

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Here's where the movie part of the post ends and the whining part starts. Feel free to leave. I'm certainly not in the mood to listen to whining today...

I'm in some kind of mood this morning, aren't? Yup. It's called prednisone.

I'm sending you to the NIH sight. Be sure to scroll down to the long list of side effects – that's my point in sending you...if you're interested in exactly the level of hell I've been occupying since 8/5. I have 90% of those side effects, including the serious ones (yes, I've called my doctor.  I've had four appointments in 10 days...) And have two more weeks of fun ahead of me (at least). Call me crazy, which I am, but breathing is a priority. I have an old post on bed rest from 2010 you can read since you're not busy...or are the sympathetic sort and want to write me an email and say, “Oh poor baby.” I've been on bed rest for almost all of August except for three glorious days when I felt OK. I went to the grocery store. And the bank.

*If you haven't played the top five game, or heard of it, it's probably not for you since it's been around so long. I feel you deserve all the facts though, so I'll give the tame version: your top five celebrities of the gender you'd enjoy...spending some quality time with.*  Mine?  You want to know MY list?  Well, OK.

Bruce Springsteen

Ryan Reynolds

Gary Sinise

Ed Harris

Bill Murray

Yes.  I suppose that makes me weird.  Is that really news?