Okay, Not Really

By Moonbeam McQueen

That last post was just an attempt to get caught up on my blog a day posts. I’m very behind, but I think I like this one much better. We’ll see.

Here’s some stuff that’s been going on:

I’m trying to get a resume together. I switched computers a few months ago, and apparently, it was lost in the shuffle, because it no longer seems to exist. This is a pain, because I have a horrible memory for dates. I’ll get it done though.

Last night, I watched, “A Patch of Blue.” This was one of my favorite movies when I was a kid, and it was great seeing it again from an adult perspective. I’ve truly become a geek though. It’s official. My new habit is to sit and watch movies with my laptop, and I look up facts about them as I’m viewing. So, I learned the history of “A Patch of Blue” and its cast. I also got to read an excerpt from the book. God bless Wikipedia, and IMDB for feeding my hyperactive mind, and my useless-trivia-seeking soul.

I started out being sad about Amy Winehouse today, but now I’m sad about Heath Ledger. He was so young and beautiful. I was on the phone with my brother this afternoon, sort of playing around on the computer at the same time. We were in the middle of a conversation, when suddenly I yelped, “Oh my God! Heath Ledger died!” What a weird, instant information world.

I also spoke to my precious, angelly daughter about him. We reminisced about how he was her first movie star crush, and how adorable he was in “10 Things I Hate About You.” It was the first time we’d seen him, and she loved the movie so much that I bought it for her.

Sigh…I really miss my daughter. I miss her personality. She’s adorable, creative and as sparkly as the sun. She was drawing a self-portrait when I called, and we talked as she sketched.

Tomorrow, she has to have an ultrasound on her potato pancake. Potato pancake is code for “breast,” so that when she talks about it with her friends, no one will know what they’re discussing. But she found a small lump, the size of the pad of her thumb, and it hasn’t gone away. Tomorrow will actually be a relief, just to know that she got it checked out. But please throw some loving thoughts her way. She’s been through an awful lot of health issues for someone so young. I’m proud of her for doing self-exams.

I’ve been writing an essay about mean people for a magazine. Little Miss has got me thinking about this lately, and it fits with the subject matter for their next issue. I’ve been working on it all day, and I keep losing focus, but I’m sort of reigning it in.
Um, I’m going to go eat chocolate cake now.

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One Response to “Okay, Not Really”

  1. Little Miss Says:

    I am sooo glad you fixed the phantom post. And I’m doubly glad I could help you with your writing inspiration. I’m eager to see what you end up with. Mean people suck. I could psycho-babble-analyze it to death, but some people are just insecure and they suck. Anyhooo. Now I get what you mean by potato pancake. I’m glad everything is fine. I have to schedule my regular exam for that because my bio mother had breast cancer and it runs rampant in that side of the family. Even a great-UNCLE died of breast cancer. I’m a prime candidate for either breast or lung cancer. Great. Both my bio parents died of lung diseases. I’m sooo glad I quit smoking, but I worry about getting colds and flu, as I’ve had pneumonia twice, and the last time it was in my lymph nodes. Yikes.

    I am a geek, just like you. I watch TV with the laptop too. In fact, I think my laptop has melted directly to my thighs.

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