I'm totally becoming my mother.

I really want those glasses. And the dress, which she made.

Spinning my wheels, running in place.

It's one of those days (weeks, months...) Maybe it's the weather. Maybe it's the wide variety work I'm doing for a bunch of different things (description fail). Whatever the reason, I feel like I'm spinning my wheels like mad just to keep in the same place. No real sense of accomplishment. No real sense of movement or change. Just going, going, going. And I am doing just that -- always doing or making or fixing or finding something. If I do sit still for a moment and try to think about what I'm doing, it's nearly impossible to focus in any single direction. And the most frustrating part is that I don't feel like I'm ever actually doing anything for myself. I've heard that's a good thing to do. Rumor has it, anyhow...

What do you do when you feel like this? I'd really like to know.

Here's what I want to say to each of you as we start a new week...

Also, a dear friend is going to have surgery tomorrow morning -- please keep this person in your thoughts. You don't even need to know who it is to send good energy out. That's the wonderful thing about postive thinking -- it flows through all of us.

God. I sound like such a hippie. Right. I'm off to listen to the only band that ever mattered at loud volumes.

Movies I wanna see...

(I know. Two posts in one day? I'm obviously spinning my wheels... I just really don't feel like cleaning the house.)

Okay. I really, really, really hate to admit this, but 17 Again looks like a funny movie. I think Matthew Perry should get down on his hands and knees and thank ... well, somebody ... that the producers thought Zack Efron looked like a younger version of Matthew Perry. (In theaters April 17.)

I love Superbad. I already know that I'm going to love Adventureland. Bill Hader is in it, so I have no choice. And it has fantastically terrible late '80s music, so you know I won't be able to help myself.

I still want to see the Rainn Wilson rockstar movie, too.

I've developed the cinematic tastes of a 30-year old unemployed male stoner.

I'm learning alot from hulu. And I love those Shatner ads.

Are The Roots Jimmy Fallon's house band? Really? Don't they have world tours to do or something? I'll never know unless someone tells me. Also, Jimmy Fallon seems like someone playing a late night talk show host rather than an actual, you know...late night talk show host.

Edit: Okay, when Fallon isn't doing the straight monologue, the show's pretty funny.

Turning over a new leaf...you heard it here first.

I have decided to try something new...taking care of myself. No, I don't mean massages and reflexology and manicures and haircuts and stuff like that. I mean actually going to the doctor, getting my eyeglass prescription updated, going to the dentist twice a year...you know. Taking care of myself.

This is a big deal. I have **conveniently** put the needs and schedules of other people (yea, kids!) ahead of my need to go to the dentist, the doctor, the optometrist... I know I'm not the only one who does this. It's just that I am -- right now -- stopping this practice. I went to the dentist this morning, and by golly, I'm doing it again in a few weeks. So there. And the optometrist, too. And, pretty soon, the doctor. I am all over this.

Now to get down of my high horse. It's a big one, so this may take awhile...

(By the way, I do realize that this picture depicts a kid in a costume, not an actual doctor. I'm fairly certain that my doctor is a little older. and she has a real jacket and office and stuff like that.)

What I learned today

by listening to WAMU's Metro Connection...
avoid McPherson Square tomorrow starting at 3:00.

Yeah.