I had the best idea for a blog post as I was lying (or is it laying–I don’t feel like Googling it) in bed last night. It occurred to me to get up and make a note about it, but it was such a perfect idea that I was sure I would remember it.

I didn’t.

I want to say it had something to do with my mom, or motherhood, or being a queen, but I could be totally off. Maybe it had to do with the importance of reading to your children or how the Yankees threw last game so they could win the Series in their new stadium. It might have been a treatise exploring the finer points of a frozen Snicker’s bar or a PSA about not drinking six Diet Cokes during the day if you plan to sleep at night.

Hell if I know.

Most of my profound thoughts really can be conveyed in less than 140 characters–not that I share all of them on Twitter, but it makes me a little hesitant to throw them out there and count them as a post.

Maybe I should start carrying around another Moleskine just for my incredible thoughts and ideas and then I can serve up a bunch at a time for your viewing pleasure. What’s one more Moleskine, right? I mean there’s the one I have for work, the one that has my older random notes and Christmas lists, the one I’m using for current journaling and then another small one that found it’s way in my bag. Shit. I have a Moleskine problem.

I guess that’s better than a mole problem–or a skin problem.

Actually I have a skin problem, but you’re probably not interested in my eczema or the latex gloves I wore at work the other day so I could apply the prescription ointment I have for said eczema so I wouldn’t rip all of the skin off my hands nor get the ointment on my keyboard. No one seemed to notice them until I began to use hand gestures during an emotional conversation with my boss at which point she stopped in her tracks which was actually a good thing because the conversation was getting way too heavy for the both of us and we needed that moment of comic relief–you know like when Olympia Dukakis offers up Shirley McLaine for Sally Fields to hit during the funeral scene in Steel Magnolias. I mean every damn time I watch that movie I’m a sloppy, snotty mess as Sally screams that it was supposed to be her in the casket and then here comes Olympia. Thank goodness straight guys had the innate sense never to watch that movie with me, because the boogers… Though that did seem to work for Meg Ryan in When Harry Met Sally–well at least until the uncomfortable silence when it was all over.

Hmph. Nope. That wasn’t the idea for my post either.

Or maybe I missed it.

I just lost one hour and forty minutes of my life that I can never get back.

I just watched Knocked Up.

Sure there were some funny lines, but really?

Katherine Heigl and that curly-haired dude had NO chemistry. And the woman who played the sister? Oh and Paul Rudd. Paul Rudd. What happened? Did Hollywood run out of cute boyfriend roles for you? You’re stuck playing the dopey husband now?

I know I’m late to the party with this review, but give me a break. I don’t get out to the movies much right now. And thank the goddess of discount boutique shoes, because holychristonacracker this movie would have been a GIANT waste of my money.

The great part about all of it though? My husband sat and wasted his whole evening with me watching it. And we ordered in dinner. It was a veritable date night on a Tuesday.

And last night I was compelled to sweep the floor before I went to bed.

Yep, the devil’s shopping for a parka.

Before parenthood, I was a regular movie-goer. I can still remember the layout of the movie theater where my mom used to take me to see all of the super groovy 1970’s Disney releases like Escape to Witch Mountain and The Shaggy D.A.–and we haven’t lived in that state since 1984. All of the sudden I have three kids, and I’m not the best at remembering to hire a babysitter, so my watching a movie on the big screen has been rare for the past five or six years.

Last week, we had a new 52″ flat-screen (LCD? plasma? I admit to being a girl in that I forget which one we went with) installed at home. Surround sound. PS3 with the Blu-Ray player. Some sub-woofers and receivers and forty two remotes. I don’t know. It seemed like a good idea, but it became quickly apparent that I would never watch anything on this thing as I live with four males.

But tonight? Tonight I insisted that we try out the Blu-Ray. I picked up a copy of the new Casino Royale this week and I wanted to see what it would be like. You know. Bond. Blu-Ray. It was a good choice, no?

Holy Mother of Deep Discount Designer Shoes!!!

Daniel Craig?! Those eyes?! That body?! On a giant screen! In my house! On disc I own! To salivate over whenever I want.

I feel faint.

I’d like to take a moment to personally thank my children from preventing me from seeing my beloved movies for so long, because now I have tons of options to choose from on Netflix and the perfect home theater to watch them on–though I think for a while I’ll just keep turning on Daniel (heh. Don’t I wish?!).

200…two hundred…CC…double benjamins…ducent

• The amount of money you collect for passing “GO”.
• The number of years NOAA has been in existence.
• Double the number of words this gent allows for each post.
• The number of innocent people released from jail due to DNA testing.
• The number of calories in this serving of celery (Doesn’t eating it actually burn calories?).
• The number of calories in four OREOs (I don’t know how many are in one of these.).
• The number of times I’ve seen Sixteen Candles (at least).
• The number of freckles I have per square inch on the sun-exposed parts of my body.

• The number of this post (Our’s goes to 200…).

Happy New Year everyone (all five of you)!

Here at Mamma’s house we’ve had a fun-filled holiday of one illness after another. I think it’s a hint that no family should spend 10 days cooped up in the same house together (can you tell I’m ready for school to start again?). Currently we have Mr. 2 recovering from a misdiagnosed case of Hand, Foot, Mouth (doc thought it was just impatigo) and now Shakey’s nursing a full blown episode of it himself. Of course, Mamma had herself a little case of strep the week before Christmas just so as no one in the family thought she couldn’t empathize. So far Mr. 4 and Mr. 10 are symptom free, but there’s still time!!

We’re on our third viewing of Cars today–Mr. 2 loves to rock out to the music and has started the trek down the long road of the male tradition of quoting movie lines. I’m sure it’s only a matter of time before he demands to watch Fletch over and over again.

We may be in trouble with Mr. 2 as he’s already figured out how to read the directions for his transformers so that he can insist that we change their shape over and over again. He just came up to me directions in hand to show me how to make the change that I swore couldn’t be done.

He was right. I’m sure that won’t be the last time.

So we’re off to friends for the second annual New Years Eve Fondue Extravaganza. Cheese, meat and chocolate…who can’t love that?! I’m trying out the new Mike-aritas tonight. I’m determined to have fun!

Hope you have a safe, happy and healthy new year!!!!

Day 24
Mood: Relaxin’

Day 18 Still!

Just saw The Departed. It was great–with a capital G! I don’t get out to too many movies that aren’t animated these days. Glad I saved up my visit to the multiplex for such a good one. Leonardo DiCaprio is making up for some of those crappy roles he’s had lately. Matt Damon plays devious and coniving too well to believe he’s normal (The Talented Mr. Ripley). And Jack? Couldn’t have been a better role for Nicholson. The reviews were right on.

On another tangent, is it just coincidence that U.S. coins are manufactured to be of equal weight on both sides providing statistically even chances in a flip? The designs are different on either side, is the weight figured into the design? Were coins always made that way? Or was it just a interesting phenomena that occured and someone and decided to carry it on? Just another random thought from my brain to yours.