:: Monday, April 17, 2006 ::

"Happens to be that everybody else’s dreams are Freudian clues; you better watch what you dream..." (Ben Folds)

Three things:

1) Dan used a chainsaw yesterday, and to the best of my knowledge, no massacres occurred. (And there was great rejoicing.)

2) Natalie now knows the completely important question "Where is your nose?" in both English and Italian; she has finally proved that bilingual babies do exist, despite their mothers' fears that they will still be saying "Dye-dye" forty years from now. (And there was great rejoicing.)

3) I learned on the radio today that a cow in China laid an egg. Some kind of rejoicing is definitely required for that.

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:: Bethany Bassett - 6:42 PM :: + ::

"I want nothing, just this life and no more..." (311)

To be free of pants is to truly live.

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:: Bethany Bassett - 1:45 PM :: + ::

"Celebrate we will, because life is short but sweet for certain..." (Dave Matthews Band)

Have a cute...


scrunchy...


Easter!

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:: Bethany Bassett - 4:05 PM :: + ::

"It’s a luscious mix of words and tricks..." (The Shins)

Haiku time!

Cherry tree blossoms
plus blustery breeze equal
snowfall in April.

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:: Bethany Bassett - 11:41 AM :: + ::

"Joe, this is just a song to pay the rent..." (Angie Aparo)

And the expletivicious thought of the day goes to....
... the groceries, for failing to defy the laws of gravity. Stupid gravity.

At least I am part of a delightful and entirely mature family:

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:: Bethany Bassett - 10:08 AM :: + ::

"Can't wear my mask, your first, my last..." (Pearl Jam)

I haven't been able to stay away from Pearl Jam lately. Not that that's anything new... We generally have a sordid affair every few months. Anyway.

I'm not sure how I feel about my blog anymore. When it started, sometime in the pre-Xanga caveman era, I wrote for people I actually talked to... though I suppose it could be argued that we talked because I blogged. My entries were about conversations or fueled new ones.
Now, the Disasterpiece feels more like a Christmas newsletter -- the only way I keep in touch with a lot of people. And I'm no good with Christmas newsletters; I end up sounding like a cross between Superwoman and Airhead. I suppose that's why I've failed abysmally at my resolution of writing a sentence each day. (Can I apply these sentences to skipped days?)
I'll keep trying though, because in the end, I have a fuzzy spot in my heart for this blog and for the three of you who read it. :)

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:: Bethany Bassett - 2:33 PM :: + ::

"Well baby, I surrender to the strawberry ice cream..." (Counting Crows)

We are doing what everyone said couldn't be done.
We, enthusiastic watchers of "24," have started watching... (drumroll)... "Lost."
We have bridged the impassable gap.

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:: Bethany Bassett - 6:16 PM :: + ::

"It's alright, 'cause there's beauty in the breakdown..." (Frou Frou)

Last night, Dan told me everything is ok. I don't think I've ever been told that before. I don't think I've ever believed that before.
What a novel concept...

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:: Bethany Bassett - 2:04 PM :: + ::

"There's the moon asking me to stay long enough for the clouds to fly me away..." (Jeff Buckley)

Did you know that attending grad school is not the most lucrative job?
Yeah, me too. *Sigh*
So while the dear hubby's tackling his PhD, I'm discovering just how good I am at juggling four part-time jobs as well as the mom thing -- terrible. I love tutoring, I usually love writing, I occasionally love editing, and I occasionally like putting together all print media for our church... But all-in-all, my projects end up more like 4 a.m. papers in college than products of real jobs. Plus, Natalie deserves more time and attention. Plus, I wouldn't mind a chance to recapture my brain every once in a while. Plus, plus, plus.
I'm told I need to focus on one thing at a time... but with so many things and so little time, how can I?

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:: Bethany Bassett - 10:07 AM :: + ::