…the who cares girl…

Guess the film!

Trust me, you’ll never fucking guess right. But if you DO, you’ll win a prize!*

Oh God, we finally watched “Where’s Poppa?”, starring the one-and-only Ruth Gordon as the dementia-riddled mother of a wimpy defense lawyer, played by George Segal, who is having a hard time taking care of her at home.

A lot of great lines in this film.

He meets the future love of his life while interviewing nurses to take care of “Momma”.

Momma can be vicious!

We laughed hysterically during parts, but I was kind of hoping the nurse would turn out to be evil and give Momma a taste of her own medicine and we both thought the ending could have been a little better, but there you have it. Still a very funny film. I would have burned it, but the Boy sent it back to Netflix the very next morning before I got the chance. Damn!

I have started research into this whole baby-making thing, as I have been off birth control since April and we stopped using condoms last week. That’s right–last week! At my parent’s house! Mwa ha ha ha! So far “research” has consisted of watching “The Business of Being Born“, which was free on Netflix, which makes an excellent case against having a C-section and for having a natural childbirth (one of the doulas in the film looked just like Lady Miss Kier and I yelped to the Boy, “I want my doula to be Lady Miss Kier!”). That’s all well and fine, but the fact is I nearly passed out from my one tattoo and removal of some warts on my knee years ago so I don’t have a lot of faith in my pain management skills. Given the choice of pain or drugs I’m going to choose DRUGS DRUGS DRUGS.

Other “research” involved skimming a few “Mommy blogs” last night, which was a mistake, because the ones I skimmed had horrible pregnancies filled with throwing up and hemorroids and insomnia and constipation, Jesus Christ, I couldn’t tear myself away. This was a bad idea. Kind of like being filled with anxiety and then reading message boards about anxiety–SOMETIMES THE INTERNETS ARE NOT HELPFUL.

My mother had no morning sickness, a great pregnancy, and a quick labor with me, her first child, so I’m going to use that as my guide, as my mother and I are alarmingly alike. So much alike, in fact, that when she started a new job recently (after 30 years of not working), she had a panic attack at work. That is so me! The only difference is, I’m medicated. And I like it that way.

The Boy is at church. I’m sweating over my morning coffee. Today’s goals are to not read any Mommy blogs and to paint and to work a little on typing up the book I wrote when I was 13. I still want to illustrate and publish it. Still. We’ll see how long this little phase lasts.

* You won’t win a prize, really, but you’ll win my respect. And hysterical laughter.