Shout out to the Un-Mom!
There is a great newish show out there that evidently no one is watching; probably because it’s on AMC. Or maybe I’m wrong and everyone is watching it but me. It’s “Breaking Bad”. It has the dad from “Malcom in the Middle”, Bryan Cranston, and another guy I haven’t seen before, Aaron Paul. Bottom line is that Cranston’s character is a high school chemistry teacher that is dying of lung cancer and has 18 months to live. His son has cerebral palsy and his wife is pregnant. He wants his family to be financially set before he dies. He stumbles on Paul, a former student, who evidently makes a lot of money from making and selling crystal meth. I think this is what the critics call ‘gritty’. It’s not a comedy, it’s not dark, but it’s serious and you can feel how desperate Cranston’s character is and how crazy Paul’s character could be. It’s awesome, I highly recommend watching it from the beginning.
I needed the book for our next book club meeting (The Alchemist) and I didn’t want to buy it so I went to the library. The only copy they had was large print, so I got it. It made an easy read even easier. Love it.
I miss cooking and baking.
Love these stainless steel brushed cuffs
. When I’m employed again I’m going to buy this
Four Weddings and a Funeral gets better and better each time I watch it. Or, it sucks less. I don’t know why I keep watching it.
I can’t wait for Rescue Me to come back on the air in April. Have you seen the ads for it? The actors are giants tramping through NYC and at the end one of the guys falls in Central Park, on Central Park really. They don’t take themselves too seriously.
When I went back to my girlie doctor a few weeks ago she told me I could have sex again, now that I’m all healed up from the C-section. Great. She followed that with the nugget that if I’m breast feeding it will be hard for me to get pregnant during that time. What? Did I say something about wanting to go through this again? Now? Sure, hopefully we’re blessed with another bundle a year or two down the road, but sheesh! Give a girl a break! I’d like to have my breasts be my own for a while before we do this again. I’d like my BODY to be my own for a while. Am I naive here?
My husband is so into American Idol this year and I can’t stand it. Boooorrrriing.
I flew, with the 11 week old bundle, from Atlanta to San Francisco on Sunday. OMG. There was an unexpected layover. More on that later.