Dear Monkey,

As you know, you are getting a new baby. I had some grand plans for us, time we'd spend together with the excuse of giving mommy and daddy a break, but really so that we could have fun. I thought we'd go to the Children's Museum, the zoo, the park, many things really.

Which is why I'm sorry to have discovered that you find both bags of garbage and baths more interesting than your Aunt. Because they probably won't take you anywhere

Love,

Your boring old Aunt.

I woke myself up by laughing. I was having a dream in which my friends were making up various lyrics to Nickelback's "Rock Star." (No, I don't remember them. But they were funny.)

When my alarm went of 20 minutes later, "Rock Star" was playing.

So, I haven't really been inspired to blog lately. Just, not much really going on. I mean, there is a lot, but nothing I want to talk about here. Anyway, saw this over at Janet's and thought I'd participate, because, hey, I can do some random thoughts.

• What is up with companies trying to sell me things by freaking me out? First Burger King, with the creepy king guy (BTW, Bud does a really good impression of him) and now Geico with the money with the eyes. Really? This is not the way to get me to buy your product.
• Not that I go to Burger King. Or am unhappy with my current insurer.
• Bill the hurricane is threatening my weekend plans. HATE.
• Apple isn't helping either.
• PB went to Busch Gardens today. I am stuck at work.
• I told someone I did not want to see The Time Traveler's Wife and she looked at me as if I should thus be made to turn in my uterus.
• I leave for vacation in less than a month. I got the confirmation paperwork yesterday. Cannot wait. Labor day week is a good week to go (no kids), but it also means that everyone takes their vacation before you and you have to hear all about it.
• I now have wireless in my house. Is awesome.
• My FM transmitter for my iPod fell apart yesterday. (I'm fairly certain the motherboard is not supposed to be visible.) I went to Best Buy and they gave me the internet price on the one I wanted. Pays to shop the internet first.
• Hurricane Bill.

I just made an appointment to get Jasper his steroid shot. Which he gets at least every other month. The vet's office didn't want to make the appointment for Thursday because his vet doesn't work that day. a.) Jasper does not particularly like that vet (apparently Dr. Kitterman is no Dr. Sullivan) and b.) I just want a vet that can give him a shot. Which, since he's a cat and it's a subcutaneous shot, is all of them.

I wish I knew less about John and Kate than I do. But, I don't think it's my fault. I am not seeking out the information.

No matter what Apple tries to tell you, limos are expensive.

Planet Earth is absolutely fascinating, and lucky for you the Discovery Channel is replaying it.

Also? Trinny and Susannah. Trinny and Susannah!

On my list of things to check on when I move: Where is the dumpster, exactly? Because currently I have to drive to the dumpster. Sucktastic.

Best text of the week: "Bear just had his hand almost eaten by a catfish and then peed on it to neutralize the venom of his mangled hand (sic). OK... that's kind of badass."

You can find more randomness over at The Unmom.

This past weekend (yes, I know it’s Thursday. Am very busy and important.) PB and I went to see Carbon Leaf Great Big Sea at Wolftrap (www.Wolftrap.org). Apple and EvilWatergirl* (EW from now on) joined us. The concert was fantastic. It did pour, and PB wanted to upgrade to covered seating (we were on the lawn) but was overruled. Or told he could upgrade his ticket but we were staying. The worst rain was after the show when everyone was walking to their cars, so he’d have gotten soaked anyway.

The next day we (PB and I. Apple and EW did not join us.) went and visited the Udvar-Hazy Center (real name much longer). It was fascinating. Really good displays and lots of crazy flying contraptions. Seriously, there was a lawn chair attached to a rotor. I prefer my helicopters to have, oh, sides, a front, a floor, you know…

When we were walking downstairs to the main floor, I almost opened the fire exit. You know, rather than turn right and keep walking towards the staircase exit that lead to the museum. My excuse is that I was talking and not reading. But still, had the potential to be the most embarrassing thing ever. PB might have left me there.

In other news that was not at all this weekend, I have a new bookclub. It’s like my old bookclub, but with fewer married moms. Which means we won’t have long discussions about kids**. Also, they had had issues with how My Sister’s Keeper*** ended, so bonus.

*Not actually Evil. She had moved to Chicago right about the time that I moved to Richmond, so the joke was that I joined the group as her replacement. She is back, but it has been determined that a.) I can stay in the group and b.) we are not arch enemies.

**I like kids. I just don’t want to spend my bookclub time talking about them. Or hearing your stories of when you were in labor with them (actually happened.) Also, so not a discussion I can participate in.

***I hate the ending of that book.

Scene: Watergirl and PB are driving to see a band at a bar downtown and are having one of their typically random conversations, this one about power.

PB: Well, I mean, when you look at it, how many people actually died at Three Mile Island?
WG: None. In fact, most people were exposed to less radiation than they would have gotten from an X-Ray.*
PB: And yet people have problems with "nucular" energy.
WG: Right. Wait, did you just say "nucular"?
PB: Confused look
WG: Please tell me you said that ironically.
PB: Still confused
WG: Because you sound like George W. Bush
PB: No idea what she's talking about
WG: The word is nu-cle-ar. If I lost points for liking NASCAR, you lose points for that.
PB: That's different. NASCAR is redneck. That's just an accent.
WG: It's not an accent. It's a mispronunciation of a word.

*I read this somewhere. A quick internet search indicates that it's fairly accurate.