I find it most interesting…..

……that when I originally locked up my journal I got laughed at.  So I switched diaries writing some place new, the anonimity is very cool — and now the majority of my old reads have locked diaries or journals…..

So my idea wasn’t so bad eh?

Round Two….

We had another note come home today.  This time from the “Playground Attendant”  I already hate her.  This is going to be such a fun school year.  I can feel it in my bones.

I Knew This Day Would Come…

My son came home with is very first “naughty note” from school.

“Dear Mrs. Diva, Zeus had a bit of trouble keeping his hands off another student when they were at the drinking fountain.  I had to go out into the hall three times to remind him to keep his hands to himself.

Maybe you could remind him about classroom rules and keeping his hands to himself. -  Thank you “Ms. Teacher”

We had the hands to yourself conversation, as well as following the rules, and above all listneing to the teacher.  I asked him exactly what he had done and he said “All I was doing Mom was the cha-cha”  I looked at him, cocked my head to the side and said “Huh?”  “You know — the cha-cha.  I jump on Hyden’s back and say “cha-cha-cha-” and his face goes into the water, it’s fun”  “Fun for you or him”, I said.  “We both thought it was hilarious” He replied.  He now knows the cha-cha isn’t okay.  Good God/

After more talking come to find out that when Zeus was out on the playground the little Kindy’s were sliding down the slide and he was body checking them and they were bouncing off of him and off the slide.  They all thought that was great fun.

That’s what I get for having a four feet six, 90 lb first grader.  He’s solid like a rock.

Do You Remember That Movie….

Demolition Man?  All the resturants were Taco Bell?  This got me thinking.  Okay so 50% of the women in the US walk around (me included) with these nice nails:  They are all the rage — mine are rounded not square like the young chicks, but like most I got to the salon every two weeks and have this done.  And most salons are owned by the Vietnamese.  I don’t understand a word they say as they chatter amongst themselves, which is fine by me.  I get my toes done as well.

Then there’s

Starbucks — on every freaking corner, at least in my neck of the woods.  Gone are the neat little Espresso stands, they have all been gobbled up by Corporate Starbucks.  Scary.

You can’t go anywhere without seeing either an

IPOD or an  IPHONE

It’s just freaks me out the trends we have embraced.  We chat with our friends online — all.the.time.  We have the capability to shop for food, groceries, clothes, jewlery, — you name it we got it on line.

I wonder what would happen if we went back to simple living — even if for just a month?

I Dream Of Dead People

What freaks me out the most is minding my own business and dreaming a perfectly fine dream and then during the dream I realize the people I dream about are dead.  It happens the same every time.  I am either having a conversation with the dead person or see them or something — and then it’s almost like I hear scary music and I realize they are all dead and I hear myself say — “Oh My God THEY ARE ALL DEAD!!!!!”

 This time in my dream I was standing in my Nanna’s home.  My Nonna Anne was sitting in the chair in front of the window.  My son was trying to unwind some string.  I was trying to help him.  Nonna fussed at me for some reason, I am not sure why.  She was also trimming her hair while she was talking to me.  It was odd.  And I realized — holy shit you died in 1995, and it’s 2007.  I felt uncomfortable so I stepped out onto the deck.

Out on the deck were my two grandfathers and two great grandfathers, and one step grandfather.  They are all dead except the step.  We all talked and laughed.  And I did a double take and said — “Jesus you are all dead”  They were like “Yeah and?”

My parents were there — and I was worried they were dead.  They assured me they were not.  So I went back into the house back to the back bedroom and saw my greatgrandmother back there, she spoke to me as well. 

Nanna wasn’t there, and neither was my stepgrandfathers companion — this is where things get complicated.  Nanna was married to my stepgrandfather for 40 years.  She died.  A year later my step began a relationship with my former spouses mother.  Made things sticky for a long time.  She died in April of this year.

I woke up feeling bizarre.  I still do.

Why Oh Why….

I was reading CNN this morning.  There was an article about Charlie Sheen and his ex-wife.  They are fighting over their children — again.  The article went on to say “Richards said the children have resisted spending the night at Sheen’s home and “often returned sad and upset.”  And she’s also concerned that Sheen engages in “inappropriate behavior” on the Internet and doesn’t understand how that affects “the child-rearing of two young daughters.”

My first thought was damn this must be a slow media day.  And then I thought about it more — and actually got a tad irritated.  I know how angry I would be if my divorce from my ex-husband had been fodder for the world to read.  This is private stuff — and just because the Sheen’s are public figures doesn’t give the media the right to publish this stuff.

Where do we draw the line?  I know for me I don’t buy tabloid crap.  Not at all not ever.  I used to be a huge fan of People magazine, but I don’t really even read that anymore.  I actually still have a subscription I received as a gift last year, but it goes in the recycle bin the moment it arrives at the house.  That’s how serious I have become in regards to not buying into that crap.

Are there not more important things in the world that are more news worthy?

The Blah Blah’s

It’s Monday and I have the Blah Blah’s.  You know the apathey that bubbles up and oozes through your core being.

“Oatmeal or Eggs” — I don’t care.

“Black slacks with the red silk or sweats” — I don’t care.

“Crocs, tennis shoes, or slips”  – I don’t care.

“Coffee, tea, or diet coke” – I don’t care.

“World of Warcraft or nothing” – I don’t care.

“Fish, Chicken, or Steak” – I don’t care.

See?  I hate the Monday blah blah’s.  Just hate em.

I think my get up and go, got up and went.  Summer’s gone, Fall is here, and with that brings the gloomy mornings.  I hauled out my light — and am sitting in front of it.  Too bad it doesn’t give me a tan.  Maybe that would help me with my Monday morning blah blah’s.

The doctor and I can’t agree on the right medication for this.  So right know I am white knuckling it. 

*Sigh*

Monday morning blah blah’s — blah.

Remembering Those We Lost on 9/11

This is collection of photographs of those killed (except for 92 victims and terrorists) during the terrorists attacks on September 11, 2001.

I am taking a moment of silence to remember…please join me.

I Have This Song Stuck In My Head….

Now it’s in your head….:)

What irks the shit out of me…

WCD”

When people write “loose” for “lose” as in “I need to loose 50 pounds.  Or when they mix up “advice” and “advise” as in “I need some advise.

Sorry – just had to get that off my chest.