Flippy - I Rant, You Read
Sunday, July 10, 2005
My Girlie Rocks, Man
You know in my previous entry, where I said I was going to have Leigh-Ann fix my template so all of my books/music/etc propagated to each page of my template? I was kinda sorta kidding. I didn’t expect her to do it for me. But, perhaps she was tired of seeing the same books there for seven months too and realized that it would take a tremendous burst of energy from me (not likely, ha!) for me to change anything. Anyway, she fixed it for me and to thank her, I updated my book list. I’m still listening to the same music. I love love love Charlotte Martin. I never even would’ve heard of her except that I accidentally found my friend Keely’s blog once. Google did a bad bad thing and indexed her blog, which was supposed to be private. I swear I tried not to read any of the naughty bits, but I did make sure to read the music reviews. She has fascinatingly eclectic musical tastes. So, she mentioned Charlotte Martin. I ordered the first EP. I was then hooked. Then Leigh-Ann and I went to see her at the House of Blues in Las Vegas (a great cozy place to see a concert - no bad seats) when she was on the Chicks With Attitude Tour with Liz Phair, Katy Rose and The Cardigans. They were all pretty good, except for The Cardigans. The lead singer looked like she was singing while in a coma. Ironically, a few months afterwards, I was listening to MusicMatch and a song came on that I instantly loved. Go figure, it was The Cardigans. I guess as long as you’re not watching the comatose lead singer, she actually sounds pretty good.
Whoops, lost my train of thought. I just wanted to thank Leigh-Ann for being the best girlie ever, even if she would let our child CIO. Funny thing, we each talked to our moms about it. My mom said, “Well yeah, if I knew the baby wasn’t hungry and had a clean diaper, I’d let you cry for a bit.” Leigh-Ann’s mom said that Leigh-Ann never cried. Her sister, however, couldn’t fall asleep until she worked her blanket over her head. So, after a while, her mom would just put the blanket over her head. Since her sister is now thirty-five, I’m guessing the statute of limitations has run out, so don’t go sending any Canadian Mounties after her. Not to mention, she now has two really cute kids of her own. They live in Canada, so I have no idea how they get to sleep, but they’re really really cute and happy. By the way, I don’t get co-sleeping. I’d be worried I’d squish the baby. Heck, I’m worried I’ll squish a cat/dog and they’re so not likely to let that happen. Then, last night we saw an HBO special with Dr. Michael Baden about a woman whose three infants (one baby, then twins) died 2.5 years apart. His conclusion was that the co-sleeping was at fault and that there’s 20x more risk of infant death with co-sleeping than with sleeping in a crib. This was a couple of days after I’d seen this story. I don’t have any kids (as was pointedly said to me elsewhere), so do what you think is best. Many parents are much smaller and tidier sleepers than I.
Uh, lost my train of thought again. Anyway, I just wanted to thank Leigh-Ann for doing the tedious computer (and other) stuff that I really hate. She set up my parents’ TiVo the other day. She put bag balm on the Anatolian’s paw, even though he was a butthead about it. She catches the really big spiders and takes them across the street and sets them free. And she writes way better book reviews than I ever could.
Sometimes, I let her sleep.
