Really Deep Freethinking

Haven't blogged in a while.

That's because if I have time to blog, I know I should nap instead.

Then I wind up watching crap like Cops with a glazed over look in my eyes until Fin needs me.

Finley's good. She's trying to make friends with the dog and cat. She growls now, too.

She got a bike trailer.

I got a new bike. I'm trying to think of a good name for it, because I'm that weird girl who names everything.

She's either Louise or... Nope. She's Louise. Perfect.

I'ma miss Siobhan and her combat boots.

It's been three weeks since we got DirecTV and I've had the ability to watch Bill Maher live for the first time.

It's the little things that make me happy.

And the big things, like working on releasing my album for real.

No, I mean for real. Dan and I are working on it this summer and hopefully next year you'll be a proud owner of Baby Frankensteins.

If I get rich, I promise I will still blog.

Oh, and the universe is definitely saying, "Work on your album this summer, Lindsay," because my two classes were dropped.

Not my fault. It's because there were only six of us taking the class.

So now, after all my big speeches about getting started with school, I won't be going until fall.

Which is fine. I've got plenty of things to do. Screenplays, stories, art, music, and, oh yeah, being a mom.

Finley met with the developmental nurse. She's got straight As on her motor skills, social skills, and an A minus on her tummy time.

That's because I never put her down.

Cause I luuuuurrrve her.

Fin also got some lullabies. She's got some Green Day, Smashing Pumpkins, Pink Floyd, Metallica, U2, the Beatles, and Led Zeppelin, all baby-fied.

It's darling.

She's also growing some hair. It's strawberry blonde, fuzzy, and I can't wait to do pigtails.

Maybe by the time she's two.

My... If I'm this tired and she's five months, imagine how tired I'll be when she's two.

I'm exhausted.

I'm so exhausted I keep breaking dishes.

I've broken two glass plates and a glass cup this week alone.

Tired makes you clumsy. And fat, because I have to constantly eat for energy.

Hmmmm. Energy gone. Time for me to nap.

Oh. Game Show Network.

Niiiiiiiiice.