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Well, yesterday was a good day. My mom had the day off and we went out to Oakmont. She to visit the dentist, me and the baby to visit the grandparents. When the baby was little all day visits weren't as tiring. Now they're kind of a pain. My son is pretty well-behaved, I think, but he's still a toddler. And my grandmother, of course, has all kinds of breakable, valuable stuff just lying around her house. I literally followed him around in circles for three hours saying, “Nononononono…stop…don't touch that…” When my mom's dentist appointment was over we went to Oakmont Yacht Club for dinner. That place is such a joke. It's like the community college of private clubs. I mean, I really don't have very high standards for restaurants and even I was starting to get a little annoyed. I think it mostly had to do with the baby getting really sick of having to sit in one place. But, no matter. When I got home three cool things happened right in a row. First, I checked the mailbox and I had received a bunch of CDs from
about the article you are proposing. Please call me at your convenience.” Sounds promising, right? I called him this morning but he's not there. Left a message. Hopefully, I'll get to actually talk to him today instead of playing phone tag. The other email that I got was from a gal I know who works at dvdempire.com. She's heading up a new section of the website geared specifically toward women and I queried her about doing some writing. She sent me the guidelines and it looks like it will be a very interesting endeavor.
So there you go. Three writing opportunities in one day. Not too shabby, eh?
After all of that excitement the boyfriend and I put the baby to bed, ate some ice cream and settled in bed. We watched the usual dating shows and then flipped around the channels for a bit. We ended up watching this David Lynch movie Wild at Heart. It was Lynch-errific. I wouldn't say it was the best Lynch flick I had ever seen but it was pretty good. Very…graphic. Lots of blood and…brains. Diane Ladd's character drove me absolutely insane. Seriously, I started to feel wretched every time she came on the screen. Also, I don't know how I feel about Nicolas Cage or Laura Dern in general. Anyway, I'm sure there are at least 50 hack interpretations of the hidden meanings in Wild at Heart on imdb.com.
I didn't get nearly enough sleep last night. I'm getting too old for that.
Oh yeah. One more good thing that happened yesterday: STROM THURMOND FINALLY KICKED THE BUCKET! I wonder if Trent Lott will get to do the eulogy. Hmmm…
