*There is a girl who works in my building, and the only makeup she wears is black liquid eyeliner on her bottom lashes. That's it. I find myself fixating on her face all the time. I mean, really? No mascara? No nothing? What do you see when you look in the mirror?
*Right now Gabriel's favorite song is Lean like a Cholo (follow the link to watch the video, if you must). One day I had my iTunes on shuffle and it came on, and I leaned over to skip it, and Gabriel stopped me, saying, "No mom! This is Elbows Up Side To Side! I LOVE this song!" Then he proceeded to dance the whole time it played. And now whenever I try to listen to anything at all, he asks if he can listen to Elbows Up Side to Side, is it his turn yet, he wants to listen to his song when it's his turn. I'll admit that I have the song on my computer, along with a whole lotta other crap, but I'm positive he did not cultivate this obsession through me. WTF people?
*I hate the c*** word. So much so that I'm not even willing to type it out on my blog (although here's a hint: it might rhyme with runt). I find it repugnant. And in very poor taste.
*This holiday season I've decided to boycott negative posts re: families. I know that I'm very lucky to have a family I adore, and I'm grateful for that. Also? I totally respect that your sister or your nephew or your dad is completely bonkers and ruins your life every time you get together. But I've decided that 'tis the season to love and appreciate the people in our lives, so I'm respectfully choosing not to read stuff about how you got in a fight with your grandma at Thanksgiving and she can eat shit and die. Just cuz. No offense. I'll commiserate with you after the holidays, when I'm feeling less loving and sentimental.
*Every single workday, before I leave the delicious warmth of my bed, I seriously consider calling in sick. And then I think to myself, "If I go to work today, then I can still call in sick tomorrow." The sick time is the carrot, and I am the mule.
*Gabriel knows how to spell his name!