JuniperBlue

Hello blog, it’s been too long.  My days have been filled with teaching Beepbeep new words, going to playgroup and playing more World of Warcraft than is sensible.  I’ve also signed up for an Open University course, just a twelve week toe-in-the-water introductory thing starting in October.  I’ll need to dig out my non-parenty brain and try to work out how to learn again…

This song is on repeat all day -

On a totally unrelated note, Alex Wotherspoon’s lips are enchanting.

Thanks to an unexpected windfall, I now no longer need to worry about not being able to afford driving lessons. This is a good thing, because after last night’s shameful effort at a turn in the road (aka a three point turn for all you seasoned drivers out there), I need all the lessons I can get. Seriously, I read up about the difference manouvers, I master the reverse park in one attempt (even remembering my observations and turning the wheel one revolution etc) but the second the turn in the road is mentioned, I freeze. In my head, I know what I need to do, I know all the steps I need to take to get from one side to the other, but there’s some part of my brain that isn’t clicking into gear (haha, see what I did there?) and I end up either overshooting the kerb or almost zooming away onto the pavement. Needless to say, I’ve pushed doing my test back - the original plan had been to do it in April, but to be honest I don’t think there’s much chance of me being ready then. Bah.

I haven’t blogged in a while - I’ve been trying to save up posts so I could write one good one, but now I’m here I’ve pretty much forgotten anything important that I had wanted to write. What is the point? My memory is like a sieve since having Beepbeep; my pockets are filled with notes and reminders, the kitchen table strewn with little leaflets, scribbles and scraps yet still even the simplest of things (such as my neighbour’s name) escapes me. I can usually get away with the traditional “oh, that’s so-and-so’s Mum/Dad”, but still there are occassions when I’m stood infront of someone with a vacant expression, mouth agape and a flock of question marks hovering above my head. Add to that the creak in my knee, the cocktail (well, two) of tablets I take each day and the fact that I cannot stay up past eleven o’clock without dozing off on the sofa and I think I should just give up now. It would be more humane to take me outside and shoot me now, put me out of my misery.

I jest, I jest…

I half-watched the Brit Awards last night after my driving nightmare, and was again utterly unimpressed by the proceedings. Honestly, if Mika duetting with Beth effing Ditto on a two year old track is the best we can muster up to open the supposedly biggest and best music show of the year, we really should give up now. Rihanna and Klaxons… *sigh* Rihanna has a face I’d never tire of punching and Klaxons are really far better in a sweaty club somewhere, so that was a bit blah. I missed Kylie, but after watching half of her “performance” on Youtube I switched off and realised I hadn’t missed much at all. I shouldn’t be surprised that the ceremony has turned into a nasty little industry backslapping event (when was it not such a thing, really?), but I suppose a little more originality wouldn’t go amiss. Ah bugger it, what do I know, I’m just a humble viewer!

In other news, my obsession with John Frusciante’s music gets deeper by the day. I intend on hunting round some record shops at the weekend to try and get some more of his albums, it has been ages (months, if not a year or so) since I bought a CD (as opposed to downloading from itunes).

*exhales*

There’s nothing quite as nice as the peace I feel when the house is quiet. Beepbeep is upstairs, tucked up underneath his blankets after dozing on me after dinner. He’s had a restless day, as if nothing went right for him, tears coming at least once an hour. Tears I can cope with, but I hate how fed up he seems sometimes, as if his little world has ended. Admittedly this has only happened a few times and usually after a big trauma like losing a toy behind the couch, or tripping over a toy and landing flat on his face. We have playgroup tomorrow morning so he’ll be much happier then once he’s surrounded by other tiny people.

Anyway. Peace.

*exhales once more*

In a few minutes I’ll be out on the road, having yet another driving lesson. I love them, but I’m impatient to take my test (and pass it, obviously), if only to make my own day-to-day life easier. I hate constantly asking for lifts here and there, and not being able to even do the shopping during the day due to not being able to carry it all home and living too close to a supermarket to justify taking a taxi. I have a self-imposed deadline of 18th April to sit my test, for a few reasons… Thirteen weeks… Hmm.

I spent last night watching Louis Theroux do a ten stay hitch in San Quentin prison, for his lastest documentary. I’m a old fan of Theroux from his TV Nation days right through to Weird Weekends so I was keen to see his latest show. However, as intriguing as the concept was, something just didn’t click for me in the viewing. On a forum that I contribute to regularly someone made a comment earlier that in his other shows there always seemed to be a point, something he wanted his “subjects” to admit to, or something he wanted to expose but in last night’s show there was no such point, it felt a little aimless, vague almost. Theroux gave us a glimpse into the lives of some of America’s most feared (and longest serving - one inmate was on a 500+ year sentence for home invasion and assault/torture plus eleven life sentences on top of that) criminals, yet at just an hour long the surface was barely scratched. I look forward to his next show though, whenever or whatever it may be.

I’m a member of WoYoPracMo but I haven’t found two seconds to squeeze in a bit of yoga today, nevermind the ten minute minimum. Do you think all the bending and stretching I did whilst cleaning the bathroom this morning counts…?