Funking Good Weather

I got a call the other day from a friend, “It’s beautiful outside! You want to go to a park or something?” AUGH! You have no idea how much I hate good weather. I hate weather girls. I hate weather men. They seem to think we’re all the same. I say, “Just report the fucking weather, don’t tell me whether I should like it or not! Don’t tell me I should be upset that it’s going to snow, because I’m not! Don’t tell me it’s 85 and gorgeous, because then I have to hate you.” First of all, my definition…

Junkie

After posting my last nasty entry about my hatred of heat, I had to laugh when I traveled to the lovely blog at Owl Moon Studio, as noted on the blogroll. She mentioned what lovely spring weather we’re having! I think what I need to admit, to myself and whoever is listening, is that I’m on the stuff again. The attitude is all about the addiction. I’m on the shit. I’m a junkie. The sugar has taken a hold once more and it’s got me in its grip. Every day I try to get back on track and every day…

Psychotic Break

In Fried Green Tomatoes, one of the best scenes ever filmed, Kathy Bates rams the car of some teen-age beauties who stole her parking space and then laughed at her. It is an age old battle cry for middle-aged women over the edge. I didn’t go quite that far. It all started because I just simply wanted to wash the car and vacuum its’ interior. I love my car, a hot Dodge Charger with a hemi that will blow away anyone attempting to cut me off at an entrance ramp. I had great intentions. First, I stepped out of the…

Bitch Extraordinaire

Many of you have read the entry wherein I admitted to giving a child with peanut allergies a Nutter-Butter cookie. I want to express clearly that this was done in error, I did not do it on purpose. You will understand why I state this right out front after I write what comes next. I received an e-mail from another mother about a Valentine activity coming up on Monday, wherein she states, “Please do not bring food with nuts, even for your own consumption. Daniel is very allergic!” And I am embarrassed to admit that the first thought that popped…

Gynecology 101

Today we took a field trip to the gynecologist.  On the way there, the 10-year old had a few questions.  She became squeamish after my first response and then didn’t walk to talk about it any more.  I guess it’s one thing to hear Oprah say “Va-jay-jay,” like it’s a talking monkey, and another to discuss the real deal. Once in the private room, I strip down and put on the gown.  My daughter begins bitching that she has to hold my clothes, since she’s sitting on the only available chair.  I am amazed that she could find something to complain about when…

Midwest Girl

Unless you’ve lived in the midwest I think it’s impossible to really comprehend. I grew up in downstate IL with 3,599 other people and a cobblestone Main Street. Park in the middle of town, drive a mile in any direction, and end up in a soybean or corn field. Blacks actually lived on the other side of the tracks. Jews didn’t live there at all, nor Muslims or any people with more than six or seven letters in their last name. There were very few Catholics; they were considered odd and a little too different for comfort. The only Mexicans…

Chips ‘n Dip

We were invited to an annual Hanukkah party and attended last evening. Last year my daughter was so excited about getting chocolate coins at this event, she put them in her shoe either to hide or protect them and they melted. As we were all saying our good-byes I hear a screeching, “M-o-o-o-m-m-m-y” and she pulled a chocolate-covered foot from her Croc. The hostess was very kind and I was very embarassed. The food became an issue again last night. The lovely hostess put out vegetables & hummus dip, pepperoni & gouda cheese, crackers, then chips and dip in a…

Eddie

Today is Eddie’s birthday. He would be 56. He died of AIDS 17 years ago. My son was named after his Uncle Eddie, his godfather. He was so smart, and funny, and handsome, and thought-provoking. Tall, broad and hot. If he walked past you on the street, you would take a second look. Sagittarians are the best. He was clean of drugs when he got the diagnosis, working as a counselor. His brother, his best friend, was already dead. Sometimes life seems just incredibly unfair and sad. I hope one day we will all laugh, one day when we can…

Young Black Man

Yesterday at Verizon I was waited on by a young black man wearing dreads. He was really polite and nice to me. We laughed together about the hideous noise my phone was making. Certainly not the tough guy image the media portrays of young black men. It occurred to me that one day he was a little boy who was loved and adored by his mommy, just like the 4-year old who sat on my lap Friday afternoon, a beautiful boy who played and giggled. I bet they even looked a little bit alike. It made me look at Mr.…

Taking a Break

I’m taking a break from blogging. Who knew blog stats could become so freaking addictive? I’ve started writing, posting and then deleting. I was supposed to be writing about my life but instead I sit at the computer and have no life! I can barely get up from my desk to leave the house. I’ve stopped watching television at night with my husband, and I barely go to bed. It’s ridiculous. Part of the problem may be that I’m not sleeping, staying on the computer until 3, 4, 5 a.m. And then I catch myself writing an entry about Jennifer…