marmite breath slept here

I went out last night, which, honestly, I never do.  Sarah was back in town for the weekend to see her friend Jennifer who is home from Australia, and she invited me out for a drink with them.  I had to swallow the fear of being the smug married (Magda) to their Bridget and Shazzer/Jude combo.  We went to a place called Nomad in downtown Omaha.  It was a cool place and with good desserts and good wine.  I tried a new wine (hello! new me! trying new things!) and loved talking to Sarah about anything and everything.   Nobody hit on me, but a Michael Buble lookalike hit on Jennifer.  Sarah and I had a good laugh at his tie. 

She had a packet of Caramel Digestives in her bag, which, if you know me at all, you know that it made me love her even more.   I didn't feel as useless as I thought I would.  I practiced shaking hands with people and saying things like, "Hello! I'm Nat.  No, I'm not college educated" or "Hi there! I'm Nat.  No, I don't give a shit about tax law" or something similar.  In the end it turned out that I was quite adept at holding a conversation with other grown ups--as long as it was about Lily Allen or something similar.  I only had one drink as I was driving, but I overdid it with the chocolate plate.  The Milf project is failing miserably, but I am really not bothered at the minute.  Breathing while wearing my jeans is overrated.

I came home late last night to find that Aaron had let the kids sleep in their "den" that they had built from cushions, fake house plants and blankets.  There was also unexplainable stuff.  I thought it was so sweet that they were snuggle up together--I had to sit for a minute and just bask in their adorableness.  I chalked it up to the wine--yeah, one glass, Meredith Viera.  Kiss my ass.  I was still on duty.  I'm a FULL TIME MOM!  I still can't get over this shit.  Between this whole thing and this article, I have spent the past two weeks on red alert against the "sanctimommy" groups.  Sorry, Had and Tom, I'm controlling.  I'm probably making you gay.  And drunk.

God, I love The Pet Shop Boys.  Love them.  Sorry, I'm on the way to being absolutely sozzled at the minute and I usually listen to stuff that makes me happy when I'm drunk.  (Not that I listen to stuff that makes me sad when I'm sober--I mean, I like stuff that transports me when I'm drunk.  Transports me somewhere lovely).  Martika's Toy Soldiers--OMG! I am such a loser.  Next I will probably be listening to Tiffany.  Ooooh, Tiffany!!!  Debbie Gibson!  I am listening to Embrace now.  Laughing and singing and smiling while writing = Big Fat Loser.

I am going to start writing in a scattered way now.  Get ready. 

(All readers run out of Blogland).

I love The Sarah Silverman Program.   Aaron didn't laugh nearly as hard as I did.  I watched it twice.  I think I love her.  No, I don't think.  I do.  Watching Jesus is Magic this summer made me a fan--this program is so damn ridiculous, I have to stay on the bandwagon.

The kids and I just love The Naked Brothers Band.   The kids love this and we have been singing along to all the songs.  Bravo to Nickelodeon for putting this really cute program on.  I love seeing my kids belly laugh and I love watching things with them that are just so so cute yet not saccherine.  I should look up the spelling of saccherine, but I don't care.  Wine makes me not give a shit.  Hadleigh has a crush on Nat (the lead singer).  Tom channels Alex (the littlest brother).  We love all the little video clips. This one makes Hadleigh hide her face in the couch cushions.  She blushes.  I laugh.

Watching Tom be a rock star.  Please.  Try to resist this kid.  You can't.  Using an upside down horse for a microphone/slash/guitar is genius.  Also, the Mick Jagger moves?  All his own.  Dang. 

(Okay, I was going to link to a very amazing video of Tom being a rock star but I can't get YouTube to cooperate and quite frankly, it is all I can do to try and spell things properly and not put on a concert of my own in my dressing gown and slippers in my living room, so that will just have to wait!!!)

We're all about the movie Little Manhattan.  Carly, I keep meaning to tell you to watch this with Donavan.  We loved it so much that we ended up buying it.  Lovely movie for kids and parents.  Love it.  So sweet.  The kids love Josh Hutcherson.

Watching Scrubs and The Office with my husband.  Drinking wine together.  Other stuff.  I love you, you stressed out cranky bastard.

Deanna's entire tupperware of biscotti.  This should actually be listed under Things That I Wish I Had Not Eaten The Entire Thing Of, But Shit, They Had Pine Nuts In them.

The song "Today's the Day" by Aimee Mann.  I can't even explain.  Please buy it and listen to it.  Try to resist the chills.

We went to The Amazing Pizza Machine with The Mother in Law when she came up.  She paid for Tom to go for his birthday.  They had a great time and I think Tom will always remember his Granny taking him there.  They were so cute.  Even though Hadleigh was determined not to enjoy herself, she couldn't help it.

Tomorrow is Monday.  Do you ever feel like the weeks just merge together and they're all just one big time blob?  Because that's how I feel sometimes.  And I say I should go to bed early so that I don't want to cry at 6:45 in the morning, but here I am.  I'm off to bed.   No reading.  Just sleep.  Gah.

Blogland exhausts me.  I should comment.  I should read.  I do read.  I just have a lot to say and don't feel like I have a lot of time to say it.  Why am I not in drama school again?  I am feeling very DRAMATIC AT THE MINUTE!  (Attention! Wine talking!)

Goodnight everybody.  I might delete this tomorrow.