mop the floor? what floor?

I explained to the GITB years ago that because I am a creative girl, I cannot be expected to do the whole domestic engineering thing. I do my own laundry and he does his. He cooks because he is more into cooking than I am. I change the oil in my car but I do not mop the kitchen floor every other day because it never occurs to me. It just doesn't. That's how my brain is wired. And I do my laundry when I am almost out of clean underwear. Although I do make sure Schmoopie's laundry basket is always empty and her closet is always filled with clean clothes. It's true that once in a while I will stay up until 4:00 a.m. cleaning the entire house and re-arranging all the furniture but then I usually have to sleep the whole weekend to get over it. I am not a housewife. Never have been, never will be. But that is not to say that I am a slob. I have a very tidy house but there is one corner of each room that is my creative pile of clutter. Not dirt, creative clutter. That's all I have to say about that.

End of the week roundup:
Randy's t-cell count fell below 200 this week and he is a mess. So am I because I love him and I want him to be well.

Saw the 40-year-old virgin movie. I get mel's point now.

Noticed while in the car line at Schmoopie's school today that one of the dads has spinners on his mini van. Muttered "what the fuck???" while noticing the spinners and looked up to see he was looking at me and my guess is he probably read my lips based on the expression on his face. But really: Spinners? On a MIN VAN??? Dude.

Lived through three kick boxing classes this week. Hated it. But glad I went.

Listened to my iPod way too much. Family members are now requiring I be frisked at the door before allowing me to leave the house because I embarrass them in public due to my communing with the tunes. Plus they say I am being rude by popping the ear plugs in when we are in the car together or going out to eat. Hmm.

My extended family is still obsessing over arguments that cropped up at mom's during Christmas dinner and calling each other to bitch about the other ones. Oy.

Went to Wal-Mart at 1:00 a.m. last night (today) to buy baby shower gifts for my friend, Jo, who is having her first child at the age of 40. Thanked god while in the baby section that I will not be doing the labor and delivery thing ever again. Toyed with purchasing a Queen Latifah bra for shits and giggles. Decided it wasn't that funny anyway. Hated myself for shopping at Wal-Mart. It's like screwing an old boyfriend only because he's there and available and the pleasure costs you nothing more than your self respect.

Quote of the week: "When two people love each other, they love each other. And people should hold on to it as hard as they can, whether it's homosexual or heterosexual," Brokeback Mountain star Jake Gyllenhaal told reporters at the Toronto Film Festival. Amen.