No real cohesion

You guys as I write this, it's approaching 11pm on 11/11/11. There are a few neighbours around us having parties tonight...I'm not sure if that is just because it's Friday night or because of the date. But I did hear a few high schoolers at the gym last night talking about going to an 11/11/11 party. So is this a thing? I mean, I get why it's cool--this date won't happen like this for another hundred years and all; just like 10/10/10 and 09/09/09 and--shall I keep going? But is there some kind of numerological significance to the date?

Ah--it's just on 11 right now and I hear cheering. Kind of like New Year's. So my theory is correct! It IS an 11/11/11 party. I feel validated. THis is like live blogging, isn't it? Are you excited?

Tonight Jason and I watched Crazy Stupid Love on iTunes. Have you seen it? We really enjoyed it. Sweet and funny. But I will watch anything with Steve Carell in it. After the movie, we were scrolling through the other movies for rent. I told Jason that while he was gone, I spent a long time one night just scrolling through iTunes, watching previews. Lots of different previews. He laughed at me. "You just watched previews?" he said. I think he thinks there's something sad and forlorn about that. That I'd sit there, alone, watching tons of movie trailers and never picking a movie to watch. Well, I happened to really enjoy myself. Is that sad?

Then, I said I was kind of hungry and Jason said he could go out and find us some really good hot dogs somewhere. Then we both remembered that you can't really get good hot dogs in Australia. At least, not what we think of as good. Now that was sad. Great burgers are hard to find too. This one time, I was really craving a cheeseburger. And we drove 45 minutes in late afternoon traffic with the kids to this one place we thought would have really good ones. It was stressful getting there. But it looked like an old fashioned 50s diner, so they're gonna have good burgers, right? Guess what they had. Meat pies. Most Aussie things ever. Nothing wrong with a meat pie, but when you want a burger, a steak and kidney pie or whatever ain't cutting it.

We talked about that for awhile tonight, and hot dogs too. Is that weird and/or sad? I thought maybe the conversation about food and cravings was symbolic or something. I mean, we had just watched a romantic movie together and we were snuggling on the couch. But no, I think we were actually talking about hot dogs. That's okay, isn't it? People do that, right?

Then I said, well I can't have a hot dog anyway right now, cause I only have a few calories left for the day. That chicken kebab at dinner almost did me in. (I'm counting calories right now, you see. But don't worry, it's healthy.) And then he said, oh yeah. Then I sighed, and that really was sad.

I'll close with some other things I do that are probably sad:
--Hide in the pantry to eat sometimes so the kids won't ask for some.
--When I workout, I imagine myself performing live a lot of the songs I listen to on my iPod. I'm being serious. I'm embarrassed to admit this. But I picture myself on the stage singing for an audience. Yeah. That happens. Sometimes I sing outloud a little, accidentally.
--I pretend to be on my phone when I walk by solicitors at the mall. Because, no, I really don't want to buy salt scrub from the Dead Sea, but I have a hard time telling them that. I have had some very involved imaginary conversations.

I could go on, but I think I'll stop there. Before you lose all respect for me. See, these are the things revealed when one is blogging everyday. I feel cleansed. You know, if you wanted--you could share the sad things YOU do. But only if you want.

Are you doing anything fun for 11/11/11? Gifts? Parties? Decorations?