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My, it's been a few days, hasn't it? It's not that I don't care, and it's not that I haven't had plenty to write about, I just haven't felt like dragging out the keyboard when I've had a moment or two to sit down. Let me brief you on a few things. Highlights of the past four days include:
-Swan Lake on Thursday with my mom. The performance was really quite special. People living in the Pittsburgh area, listen up: if you haven't seen Ying Li dance yet, get thee to the Benedum Center. She's truly a treasure and we're very lucky to have her.

-Lunch at Zenith Tea Room with Shanley. Thanks to Port Authority Transit, what should have been a leisurely two-hour lunch ended up being a five-hour trek through Pittsburgh. Prince Andrew's motorcade couldn't have helped. Stinkin' royals. Anyway, lunch was yummy. Pittsburgh people, lend me your ears one more time: Zenith is an antique store/vegetarian restaurant at the corner of 26th and Sarah Street on the South Side. It's very cool and the food is yummy. Bonus: while we were there they were playing the Eraserhead soundtrack.

-I FINALLY received my paycheck from the PG. They gave me slightly more than they told me they were going to, which was very cool. They also sent me a copy of the article, which was funny since there's a stack of PGs from September 18th in my dining room. Unfortunately, I don't think I'm going to be able to do anything fun with it. Credit card bills beckon. Fuckers. However, my birthday is coming up on Friday (ahem, see amazon.com wish list. thanks.) so hopefully that will provide me with a little spending cash.

-The boyfriend and I went to see Mystic River yesterday. Overall, I'm not sure how I feel about it. I definitely don't hate it, but I wasn't dong backflips at the theatre. However, the NY Times was pretty justified in their ravings over Sean Penn. Acting is too small a word for what he does in that film. I also really, really like Marcia Gay Hearden. I think she's gorgeous. But if you like character-driven movies, go see it. Although, I still don't think anything will top Lost in Translation this year. I'm looking forward to 21 grams. More Sean Penn.

-The baby has taken up singing recently. Over the past couple of months, I've been singing “Nature Boy” to him at bedtime. He loves that song, and now seems to have memorized most of it. Of course, he's mostly just imitating the sounds, and only understands a few words of it, but it's too cute to hear him say, “We spoke of many things, fools and kings…”

-I got the newish bed from my grandparents. The headboard is nice and not too imposing, but the mattress isn't quite firm enough for my taste. I might put my old mattress back on it.

So, the not-so-cool stuff from my weekend mainly involves an argument that I had with my mother yesterday. I know what you're thinking. “No! Kelly have an argument with her mother? Impossible!” But it's true. This one revolved around some tentative plans that I had made with to go to a Halloween party for some company that she knows. Part of the reason that I was going to go was to meet the owner, since there's a possibility I could swing a copywriting job with them. I mentioned this and started arranging babysitting with the boyfriend. My mom became extremely disgusted and said, “I don't want to be here for this.” I was baffled. An immature spat followed, which culminated in my mother shouting at me, “YOUR PLACE IS AT HOME WITH YOUR SON!” Silence. I had never had anyone tell me what my place was, and I never expected my mom to say something so disgustingly old-fashioned. She seems to think that my desire to work outside of the home is some kind of attack on the baby, as though I don't love him enough to stay home with him. I don't know. It opened up this huge can of worms involving issues of feminism, money, boundaries, motherhood…just about anything that I don't have the energy to think about right now. My mother is certainly entitled to her opinions, but I think that, considering how old I am, she expects too much “obedience” from me. Another problem is that she gets it. My mom didn't want me to go out last night, and in the end I didn't. My mom doesn't want me to get a job, so does that mean that I just won't get one? Sigh. Too much to think about for a rainy Sunday.
I will give you a bit of advice, though. Extra's new flavor of gum, Wildberry Frost, is awful. It tastes like cough drops. I stupidly bought a Plen-T-Pak of it, so now I'm stuck with it. Curses.
I think I need a nap.

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