*&^! Blogger!

Blogger was down last night when I went to post this, so my apologies for, you know, whatever…

Let’s see if I can watch ER and blog at the same time…

Uh, no. No, I can’t. Romano just lost his arm, and if I hadn’t heard that that was going to happen, I truly think that I would have booted. Even knowing that it was coming, I almost booted.

The great thing about this episode (the season premiere), though, is that it reminds me a lot of the ERs of old. Lots of drama and tension that sucks you in, so much so that you don’t even realize that 30 whole minutes have gone by.

Anyway. I love ER.

So, back to what I hinted at the other day… I am going to sound completely insane here, but I hoping that I’m not the only one with a secret internal monologue.

Sure, I realize that everyone has their own internal monologue, but mine happens to lapse into gansta-speak occasionally. Very occasionally. No, not the n-word or “knowwhatI’msayin” or anything like that. Mostly Snoop Doggy Dog speak. You know, “hizzouse,” etc.

I think this has been happening more frequently lately because I have been trying to cut down on my foul language. When the Parents as Teachers lady was here last month, she said that even though Auggie isn’t talking much yet, he is “soaking it all in.” I figure that means he’s soaking in my potty mouth as well, so I had better clean up my act.

As a result, I’ve started adding in the “izza”s that Snoop is so famous for into my internal dialogue. Well, the other day, we were driving home and there was this sawhorse right in the middle of the street. So I blurt out, ‘What the hizzell is that?’

And Tim says, ‘What did you just say?’

I sit in stunned silence, trying to think of a logical explanation. What the Twizzler is that? What the huzzah is that? Nothing fits.

‘Did you just say “hizzell”?’

Much laughter ensued. At my expense. I deserve it.


Oh! I probably won’t be posting tomorrow, as my mother is taking Auggie with her for the night.


I’m overwhelmed with possibilities! I can go sit at the coffeehouse and get some actual writing done! I could simply sit quietly and read a book! I COULD GO SHOE SHOPPING, FOR THE LOVE OF CHRIZZIST!