…to QUEEN!!! (and Paul Rodgers)  WOO HOO!!  This is proof that the universe is cyclical because while I was pregnant with the kid me and Keen saw the Queen “We Will Rock You” show in Vegas (and it rocked! SOOO much better than Mama Mia) and we were talking about how cool it would be to see them if we ever got the chance.  And now we do.  Tomorrow night.  You can’t see me but I’m twitching with excitement.  Hee hee!  (Oh, and Chance kicked me several times in what I can only assume was approval while in the womb at the show.       That was a really odd sentence.)

OK, so a few of you might have noticed I’ve been keeping things kind of light over here in the weirdgirl zone.  I kind of felt the need to counteract (i.e. ignore) some of the heaviness that had been going around the blog world lately, and consequently you haven’t heard me blathering on about random stuff in posts that go nowhere and have no point (I know you’ve missed them).  You know, my “everyday voice”.  And… um… crap, I’ve forgotten my point already.  But here are a few happenings in the blogoverse that I did want to share: 

Ktjrdn (I have no idea how to pronounce that) is less than 20 days away from having her second baby!  Congratulations girl!  If anyone wants to stop by and wish her well I know she would appreciate it. 

P: fuzzbox assembled an A-Team to hunt chupacabras.  Read all about his detailed saga of a hunting trip.  (I’m kind of jealous.  I want to go hunt chupacabras.)

I just learned that I am a Grup, courtesy of CroutonBoy.  (And you know who else is a Grup?  Dutch.  Dutch is such a Grup.)  This article that defines the Grup, discusses in part how the “generation gap” has basically eroded.  I thought it was pretty interesting, and it brought back the distinct memory of a fight I had with my mother when I was a teenager.  I was trying to open up a discussion about the Beatles, whom I really liked, and she basically had a fit and said something to the effect of how I was supposed to “go get my own music.”  For my mom the generation gap was supposed to be firmly in place.  For me, not so much.  (Though, I do think I dress better than this article talks about Grups dressing. I mean, like, I already did ripped jeans… in the eighties.  I’m not throwing down a ton a cash for something that looks like what I keep in the back of my closet to wear while painting.)

In other news, I think I need to start a headache journal. I’m starting to suspect that these behind-the-eye-headaches are only showing up at certain times of the month.  Specifically… when I’m ovulating.  Oooo-Kay.  Do you think this is my unconscious mind’s way of telling me I’m not ready for another baby?  Because I’m pretty sure my conscious mind is WELL in agreement!  I don’t need the headaches too, thanks.  (Not that any headache will keep me from rocking out to Queen!  Woo!  …sorry, still twitchy.)

I also realized I never did part two of my Roomba Review!  (This is only partly due to the fact that I lost the pad of paper with all my notes on it.)  Well, I think me and the Roomba are out of the gooey-eyed sparks of early romance and are well on our way to a very comfortable, long-standing relationship.  I go to the bathroom with the door open… the Roomba cleans his filter while watching TV.  It might not be all dust bunnies and linty chocolates anymore but he still, just for me, does a superior job cleaning up while I’m running errands (that Max mode works like a charm, people!).  That right there is real love. 

All right, so those are all my last minute tickets. ‘Till the next brain explosion…

                – the weirdgirl