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.

I just got chuckled at. Chuckled!! You share you thoughts with someone and they chuckle at you.

I just told my hubs that I think in my next life I want to live a life like Dave Grohl–and he chuckled at me. What? I ask. He just shakes his head and laughs and say “the oddities that run through your head. The tangents your thoughts run off on and the depth to which they run–I mean if God asked you, you have it all figured out who you want to come back as. You have it all justified.”

So I think Dave Grohl seems to have a good life. So I put a little thought into that. It really only took the walk from the couch to the kitchen to come up with it. It’s not like I’ve been studying him. Though I might have to Google him now just to find out more.

But here’s my reasoning.

For the record, I don’t know much about Dave Grohl except that:

• he’s cute
• he rocks out
• he seems like he enjoys life
• he seems like a pretty normal guy

{I honesly don’t if any of the above are true except the cute part–and even that is cute in a 90’s rocker sort of way. I’m typically not a fan of facial hair, but further research on Google images reveals that he should keep his.}

Okay, so he achieved rocker status as a part of Nirvana (a band I really never got in to) and then survived oblivion after death of Kurt Cobain and formed the Foo Fighters (who I really do like). He’s big enough to be on MTV, get radio play, yet down to earth enough that he still hangs out in his old neighborhood. I’ve seen him walking around Alexandria (he grew up here I think) and at restaurants with his friends. And he’s got a beautiful family.

What’s not to like about his life? He’s famous/rich enough to hop a plane and hang out backstage at cool shows whenever he feels like it, but he’s also mild enough to walk around his hometown without attracting ridiculous attention. It’s through the aforementioned sightings that I’ve determined he seems pretty normal. And if you’re going to come back to live a rock and roll lifesyle I think it would be better to do it as a man. The women don’t seem to fare as well. Sheryl Crow seemed to be on track, but now she’s covering Rod Stewart songs?!

Now if there is a bad story about him…I don’t want to know. Or maybe I should. I mean what if I do get in front of God and end up choosing to go back as someone with a well-conceled heroin addiction? There would be some highschool teacher’s voice in my head saying–“you really should have done your homework.”

Okay, the Yankees officially suck. It could have been worse, it could have been the Red Sox. But now I have the whole winter to get over it.

As much as it kills me to say this, the Tigers deserved the win, and I hope they now go all the way. They play like a team, they talk like a team and they had class in the post-game interviews. They were even nice enough to go back out on the field and thank their fans. Have there ever been that many fans in Comerica Park?

So Tim, just tell me where you want to get that steak.

First, this is a real question. I’m not sure why I feel the need to keep up with my blog. I could just be writing all of this in a journal, and then I wouldn’t have to change any names to protect the innocent or hold back from sharing really juicy stories or some of my more bizarre thoughts. But there is something appealing about the idea of others being intersted in what you have to say. Call it narcissism, call it a desperate plea for validation…whatever…I still keep a journal online. I’m just not sure if anyone is really reading it. If you are…leave a comment…let me know. You don’t have to say anything witty. Just let me know I actually have a reader or two. (How pathetic is it going to be when I come down tomorrow morning and there aren’t going to be any comments? If there aren’t, I may have to start really sharing my thoughts!)

But as I was coming up with my title for tonight I realized that there has been a tremendous amount of coincidence happening in my life lately. Now I recently had a conversation about theories of coincidence with someone much smarter than me who started throwing around Jung and I have to admit it was a bit intimidating–while at the same time intriguing. Anyway, the concept of synchronicity came up. I’m not what I would describe as a believer when it comes to notions such as the paranormal or alien life or quite frankly organized religion (though I’m not making a final judgement [yes pun intended] on the whole god/jesus thing in case it really is all true), but I do tend to be attracted to conspiracy theories and therefore I rule nothing out. So that’s my very long way of saying that I usually just chalk up things to coincidence, but it’s been happening so frequently lately that I might have to reconsider the whole synchronicity thing.

{Side note: My beloved Yankees are sucking right now. As a true Yankee fan it is completely my perogative–no job–to say bad things about them. But YOU can’t! They just lost their second game to Detroit and if there is one more loss I’m going to owe someone a steak dinner. Crap.}

So what is this synchronicity I’m talking about? WELL, I truly just typed out the title because I was feeling sorry for myself and thinking I had no readers and then I realized that I had just been thinking about Pink Floyd the other day (and I know, big whoop what kind of story is that). And honestly, this isn’t the best example of the alignment of planets that has been happening to me but it got me thinking about all of the others. Frankly, as I type this now I realize that there is no coincidence at all to this because obviously I would have Pink Floyd lyrics in my head since I’ve been thinking about the band. So it’s no wonder that it just came out.

So there goes my whole theory. Now that I’ve shot this one down, I should probably go back and reexamine the other so-called coincidences that I’ve been seeing and find the underlying connections that can be easily explained. Man, what a bummer. I think I finally believe in a theory and then I shoot it all to hell. No wonder I don’t consider myself a believer. After being in DC for just a few months I went out on a date with some DC type who told me I hadn’t been here long enough to be as cynical as I was. The cynic in me then should have said “fuck him.” Afterall, we honestly spent time during a date watching the President’s speech (not the State of the Union mind you) on C-SPAN.

PS–For any of you who might be reading and who I haven’t already hooked on this wonderful/aggravating/addictive game…check out this fun word association game. It’s why I’ve been thinking about Pink Floyd (a band I lack any appreciation for) and not posting to my blog.

I had a few other things I was going to write about tonight–but I just can’t. I am just so disturbed by today’s shooting in PA. What is this world coming to if young children are not safe in a one-room Amish schoolhouse?!

I don’t pretend to be an authority on the Amish. But from my limited knowledge it’s pretty clear they leave everyone alone and offend no one. These people have chosen a life of simplicity. Can you imagine the horror they are facing trying to make sense of the unthinkable?

I can’t.

Whenever a child dies I am shaken–and more so since becoming a mother–but this killing of the most innocent of innocents? I truly worry about the world we are creating.

Today the world seems grim. Our children are not safe in school, food is not safe in the grocery store, we have pedophiles running the Congressional task force for missing and exploited children and we continue to pour our nation’s money into a war with no end. My children are 2, 4 and 10. Shall I start apologizing now for the world we’re leaving them?

Does anyone else notice? Does anyone else care?

The following is an excerpt from the conversation in the car this evening between Mr. J. who’s 4, Little P who is 2 and myself (who yes…is 36).

Unidentifiable noise is produced from back seat.

Mr. J.: Hey Mom! Guess who’s making that noise.

Me: I don’t know. Who is it?

Strange noise happens again.

Mr. J.: It’s someone whose name starts with P.

Me: Hmmm. Is it Little P.?

Mr. J: Nope. Guess again.

Strange noise continues.

Me: Is it Penelope (for the record there is no one by the name of Penelope in the car)?

Laughter erupts.

Mr. J.: Yes!! How did you know?

Mr. J: Hey Penelope! Stop making that noise.

Little P: ~belly laughs~

Mr. J.: Hey Penelope! You’re Penelope!

Little P: ~belly laughs~

So my question is…will little P always respond to being called Penelope by his older brother with roars of laughter? Even when he’s twelve, walking out to the pitcher’s mound for the big game? Yeah, I didn’t think so.

Everyone’s doing it and no one is talking about it. It’s just like going to 2nd base in 7th grade in my day or having sex before marriage in my mom’s day. Who knew?!

Until today, I had run across a few other blogs written by mothers, but until today I had no idea there was a whole network out there–a number of them as a matter of fact! Thanks primarily to my favorite Mamma of twins 2B who regularly sends me blogs of interest I discovered both Amalah and the Blog Antagonist. From the Blog Antagonist it was a short jump to Suburban Turmoil and then to MommyBloggers. What fun! What delight! Other women who have not stopped being funny, ironic, cool, bitter, etc. just because they became moms!!

I don’t know what to liken it to…but it feels quite similar to growing up a brunette in Florida and then visiting your relatives in another state and discovering you’re not the only female on the planet with brown hair!! And I know. I was that kid.

Anyway, here’s hoping I get welcomed to the network…

Okay, mamma had a whole entry about closure. She loves closure, she has gotten some lately. She had a good story about this stupid highschool “friend” who used to yank her chain who later she later ran into at a party and that “friend” turned out to be the cigarette girl. But mamma’s readers don’t get to read about it, because stupid blogger got stuck in some circle of publishing hell and the post disappeared into thin air! So now mamma is just pissed. She even found a picture of a cigarette girl to accompany the entry…but now–nothing!

What will the closure be on this situation? There will be none. I mean I could stop using Blogger and hope that the CEO notices. But mamma is realistic. She’ll just have to bask in the glory of her other recent closure events (ah sweet peace) and go to sleep cursing this damn program under her breath.

**UPDATE**
Okay, as I mentioned in an earlier post, I tend to fly off the handle on occasion. Apparently, this is a good example. When I logged off of blogger last night none of these posts appeared. I figured they were just lost in the stratosphere. But today, miraculously, they appear. You can be sure that if it had been a term paper that had disappeared this would not have happened.

This might just be a girl thing. But mamma loves closure. I’ve been lucky enough lately to get just that–in a few ways.

Thinking back to highschool. Didn’t everyone have a friend who would run up to you between classes, right before the bell was going to ring, and say “Oh my god, I just heard Brian talking–but I can’t tell you about it now.” And there you are, sitting through Geometry trying to concentrate on the area of triangles while all you can really think about is that adorable Brian and hoping that he was talking about wanting to ask you out and at the same time fuming that your friend is too dense to get to the point. Maybe it’s the bow she was wearing in her hair in the desperate attempt to hold her brains in. Maybe she just loved to keep you hanging–because we all had those “friends” who we later found out we should have defined more accurately as a blood-sucking, stab you in the back enemy. So you get out of class, run to find her and she’s like “oh it’s no big deal, he was talking about the awesome car his parents just bought him. Deflated. You have closure on the conversation, but your crush goes on unrequited. What you didn’t know then was that the ultimate closure (okay revenge) would come when you’d meet the same “friend” years later while you’re hobnobbing it at swanky affair and she’s the cigarette girl dressed in little more than a leotard and fishnets. Ahhh! Closure!

Closure may take years to occur. It may come when you least expect it. It may happen in a cloud of coincidence. But when it comes, it is wonderful. You didn’t really know that you had been holding your breath all that time. But at that moment you can sit back, put your feet up and take a deep breath and exhale. Then you feel it–peace in your world.