I've come to the horrible realization that the makeup I've been using for the past ten years is making me look like ass. I hate searching for new liquids. I haven't the patience.

Fucking California sun.

I have to admit I haven't noticed the assness, but defer all makeup speciality questions elsewhere.

I have come to the realisation that I don't own the skirt I really want to wear today. Really really.

Yoga class attempted and conquered, though I think I probably should not do a Saturday class after a Thursday evening one -- I was noticeably more tired during and after, even if before I felt pretty strong.

It's also 61 freaking degrees out. So I have the back porch door open, and the kitties are taking advantage of the backyard perspective from the windows they've been denied for the past few months.

I probably should bring in the outdoor furniture, while I've got the light and the warmth. That is, if I can pry myself out of this comfortable chair....

Feh. Just had a fight with Emmett about going outside.

Emmett: I don't want to go outside today.
Me: Well, that's not an option. Here are the places where I'm willing to compromise - when we go outside, how long we're outside and what we do outside. But staying inside all day is not an option.
Emmett: ::stonewalling, uncooperative, uncommunicative::
Me: ::badgering, irritated, impatient::
Emmett: ::crying:: Why are you making such a big deal out of it? It's just going outside.
Me: Why aren't you giving me something to work with? It's not like I dragged you out of bed at the crack of dawn to do chores. You've been flopping around in your pajamas all morning watching cartoons. I've offered going on a bike ride, walking down to Haight Street, Throwing the frisbee. I don't care so much what we do, but you have to get outside today.

More crying winding down to a temporary truce while he reads for a little bit, then outside doing...something. Fuck if I'm going to drag him outside and watch him make no effort to throw a frisbee. But at the very least he's walking through the park with me until he changes his attitude. t /evilest Dad ever

Hec, I had a dream last night that you and Emmett had built a time machine, and JZ (who you referred to as "Jackie," which made me laugh hysterically in the dream) refused to try it, so you tried to get me to go to the 1950s in it.

My brain is *nifty.*

Just tell Emmett he can stay inside all he wants when he's a grownup.

Actually, David, I'm watching an Ellen from earlier in the week, and it made me think of you -- not only was she reminiscing about her favorite sandwich, it was from San Fran! In the 80s. Roast beef with vinaigrette, FYI.

While some people might be discouraged to know this kind of attitude persists in the (very aged) 9 year olds, I am actually releived that my kid is not the only whiny ass in the world.

Actually, today has been decent - we went to the Natural History Museum in Raleigh and saw dinosaurs and bugs and stuff. Only one brief tantrum today, in 9 hours awake so far!

Teppy! I saw on Metafilter a link to an episode of the Japanese Spider-Man TV show from the 1970s! The Japanese Spider-Man has a giant robot!

My brain is *nifty.*

It's a crazy funhouse inside.

Just tell Emmett he can stay inside all he wants when he's a grownup.

And eat candy all day.

Actually, David, I'm watching an Ellen from earlier in the week, and it made me think of you -- not only was she reminiscing about her favorite sandwich, it was from San Fran! In the 80s. Roast beef with vinaigrette, FYI.

I am known to my friends as, The Keeper of Sandwich Lists.

While some people might be discouraged to know this kind of attitude persists in the (very aged) 9 year olds, I am actually releived that my kid is not the only whiny ass in the world.

It's somewhat complicated because his Mom will let him flop around inside all day in pajamas. But I am trying to make it clear what my expectations are. Partly, we're just hitting a wall because we came off two weeks of xmas vacation, then instead of having a weekend off last weekend, I had Emmett for most of Saturday and half of Sunday and all day Monday. So this is our third weekend in a row and we've already used up every leisure activity and it's grey and icky outside.

Plus some preview-of-teenage-whininess is on display. His take seems to be that You Just Don't Understand with a soupcon of So Unfair for flavoring.

Tell him he's lucky you're going outside with him. I throw my kids outside, without me. I don't say, "Go play on the yellow line." Yet.