Someone said I looked like a celebrity today, but it weirded me out because, well, what does that mean?! Granted, famous people are generally pretty good looking. But anyone who's gone to a Marilyn look-alike contest knows that you can look a lot like someone without actually being good looking. It's a conundrum. So is it a compliment when someone says you look like a celebrity? or not?
And as long as we're doing polls, there are three people that people tell me I look like. Which one do you think is the most accurate?
(Bonus points for correctly naming the person the physical therapist said I looked like today.)
He has. He'll come up to me and say, "Why don't we light some candles and talk?" Or sometimes he'll just come up to me mid-whatever-I'm-doing (insert whatever inappropriate and/or non-conducive-to-chatting moment here you want)and start saying stuff to me. Apparently, he's got a lot on his mind.
Sam: "Mom, right now my name is Sam S."
me: [trying to figure out how much of Lily's diarrhea got on the bed] "mmm-hmm."
Sam: "But when I grow up, I think I'll need a different name--to show that I've grown up."
me: [tossing some stuff off the bed for a better look] "Don't you like your name?"
Sam: "Oh, yes. It's nice. But when you grow up your name should *show* that you've grown up."
Sam: "I think when I get married is when I'll do it. I'll change it to my wife's name."
me: [confused because I did read that whole debate on FMH a few weeks ago about men taking their wife's last name, but did I mention that out loud ever (I don't remember having done this) or did he just read my mind?]
Sam: "Okay, well, I just thought you should know."
Sam: "Mommy, there's something I don't understand."
me: "What is it, baby?"
Sam: "Don't call me baby. I'm practically a man, remember?"
me: "Oh, my bad."
Sam: "Okay ... well... Why am I REAL? There's imaginary, and then there's REAL, and I never chose. I just had to be real. Why?"
me: [pause] "No idea, honey."
Sam: "Mommy." [reprimanding tone] "Why do you call me honey? I'm not honey. I'm almost a MAN."
me: "Again, my bad."
Sam: "And you know what's really crazy?"
Sam: "I can't see my own face! It doesn't make sense! I can see your face, Daddy's face, Lily's face. Everyone's face. But I can't see my own! I can't see my own eyeballs, my own nose, my own mouth. It's not fair!"
me: "I guess it's a good thing we have mirrors."
Sam: "Yeah. So I can make silly faces and see them."
I only had funding to pay my research assistants for a month and it turns out I'm a wreck without them! My house is a mess, thank you gifts are all over my bedroom floor instead of in the mail, and there's no one to say, "How much have you got done now?" and thus keep me actually working instead of engaging in procrastinative activity. When I'm a millionaire (from all those google ads. I'm up to $1.70!), I'm going to hire all six of you back.