hot topics (or not) from one hot mama (or...not)

HOT.

"hot" as in highly debated? "hot" as in popular? "hot" as in trending?  "hot" as in makes you all hot and bothered? "hot" as in hot and heavy? "hot" as in way pissed?

what a word. we picked it as our theme for january simply because we're up (down, over, lovin' it) here freezing our tails off (in Wisconsin) this January.

so...that was your intro to a whole lotta nottin'.  just warning you.

HOT THURSDAY

you know your creativity pool has run dry when you decide to google your topic for the next day's post.

i googled "hot topics in literature january 2011"

i found a post @ the millions on the most anticipated:  the great 2011 book preview.  to see it for yourself go here.

i googled "hot topics in young adult literature" and got nothin'. 

then i changed something in my search (forgot what) and found the top mystery books for 2010 @ galleycat.  the list is here.

i googled "political hot topics january 2011"

i found @ vot3r a post on the top (US) political topics for tuesday, jan. 18.  to read about political news including the chinese president's visit, congresswoman gifford's surgery, palin's response to criticism, or health care, click here.

i googled "hot celebrity news january 2011"

and found out owen wilson is a dad, kenda wilkinson may join dancing with the stars, and lindsey lohan is done with rehab (again).  to read more, since i'm sure you're riveted, go here.

 Sorry.  My hubby's out of town for work.  I'm only on night number three of being on my own with my lovelies (aka two sons under five). 

Today kinda, well, sucked.  I'd expected to fully enjoy our afternoon together.  After picking them up from the sitter, having found my two year old had already napped for an hour, I decided to visit my grandma.  She recently had a heart attack (you may remember I posted about her before when I also posted a pic of my pretty manicured toes.  She's a busy non-stop kind of woman.  Finding out she had congestive heart failure and that she needed to slow down was easier for her to take than for the rest of us.  She took the news in stride, cleared the cupboards of food filled with sodium and resorted to one load of laundry per day vs how every many she used to do. Oh, and no more flipping her mattress by herself.)

So I took my boys to see her.  My mom was already there, eating lunch.  My oldest brought his new Iron Man and Iron Man vehicle to show her (and believe me, he showed her and told her about it at length) and my youngest hopped about her place and blew out every unlit candle she owned.  After twenty minutes of nonstop chatter and boucing and huffing and puffing, I said goodbye. 

My second stop for the afternoon was our town library.  I'd never been there before.  The first thirty minutes there were bliss.  Then, my oldest refused to check out any books.  He JUST wanted to read them there.  My youngest (a two year old) wanted to leave.  My oldest (a four year old) did NOT.  NOT. NOT. NOT.  And he threw a tantrum like I hadn't seen since he was in his terrible twos. (Thank God my two year old does not throw tantrums.)  Long story short (yeah, yeah, too late) he screamed and cried the largest tears possible while I checked out a Clifford book and CD for the youngest. 

Three hours later, my night's improved some, but they're not in bed yet, so the worst could be yet to come.

I hope you'll accept my excuse for a lousy post.  I've got nothin'.  I'm drained. 



erica's got tomorrow so I'm sure you'll be much more entertained!

i'm off to find some chocolate.

(so maybe no more themes for us in the future.)