Crazy On You!

I know what you're thinking....I do. God, she seems oddly familiar. Like an old book that I was SO in to, but then lost track of where it went in the hands of the filthy toddler you were chasing around the house trying to get them into a bath. Like an old friend that, when it came to time, signed a yearbook "BFF" but haven't spoken to them since that day. Well, the bitch is back and I felt that it was time for me to do what I do best...bitch...complain..rant...and give you a little something to laugh at while it remains 100 degrees outside. I could try and pick up where I left off but that is pointless for several reasons. One- too much has happened and Two- I'm just not in the mood. Here are some of the high and low points of the past few MONTHS...

I attended 2 weddings, one day apart. Both were beautiful and both of these couples I wish nothing but the best of everything to. My two babies were flower girls at one wedding, an honor that I will cherish always. And speaking of weddings, California is now granting marriage licenses to same sex couples. Well, Congratulations...now you can experience the dramatic bullshit that is marriage. I know, I know...it's not all crap, sometimes it is wonderful....but then you get out of bed and have to pay bills and find grocery money. Am I right?

Hillary Clinton was running for President. Now, as you know, I am a Democrat and a woman. Yes, I know...both hard to believe, but true nonetheless. However, I am not sure that she is the person that I would have voted for. I had visions that I would be casting my vote while some bra-burning feminist was next to me and when they saw my finger going to find OBAMA, they would keep slapping my hand until I went back up to the C's before puncturing the chad. I wouldn't vote for her just because we both have vagina's...and certainly not just because she is a Democrat. Maybe it is just that every time I see her, all I can think of is Monica blowing her hubby in the Oval Office...nice. I will wait until after election day to let you know what my ballot says.

I went to the graduation of my beautiful, smart, funny and giggly 13 year old. I am so proud. She has overcome quite a bit of drama in her life and the whole time keeping her A's and B's in check. I wish that I could take the credit for any of it, but I can't. I have nothing to do with the woman she is becoming. Her mother has done an outstanding job at making sure that her self esteem remains high, something that as a former 13 year old girl, I wish I had then. Not that my mother didn't always tell me I was beautiful, but believing it for yourself is a different animal completely.

I am also attending, tomorrow, the graduation to Pre-K of my 3 year old girls. WHAT? The teacher told me last week that they are ready to move up already. They count to 40 or so, know all the letters, shapes, colors, etc... and Aliza is even learning how to read. I am blown away. Wasn't it just yesterday that I was lying on a table, having icky-sticky goo poured on my Orca the Killer Whale tummy and watching them move around inside me? It just doesn't seem possible. But, it is. Time has not stopped...although we all at one point or another pray that it would.

My son is also leaving 2nd grade behind and preparing for 3rd grade. He has even asked me what shoes we will buy him for 3rd grade. Whatever...we have a whole summer for his likes and dislikes to change. He is still brilliant and, at Open House, his teacher let us know that he is now doing some 4th Grade Math and 6th Grade Reading. In fact, at the Book Fair, he chose the Narnia set of books. Yes, that's right. I haven't even read all of those yet...but he has started. In the car, it is quite peaceful (yes, I said peaceful) to look over and see him reading a book. He looks excited about it. He loves to close it and then talk to me about what he just read. He is getting it and I am in awe of him. I always have been.

My sister, who I have not seen since 1989 is coming for a visit next week. There was a falling out back then and things were left on a sour note. However, since then we have talked and laughed and I have cried a lot for the horrible things that I did and said...and we are back to the road of being great friends. Along with her, her husband and 2 children are coming. I will be meeting my 2 nieces on Monday and I can't hardly wait. I am so excited. We will be doing some trips with our kids...Disneyland and other destinations of great fun and great expense. Still, I am anxious to see her again. My apartment is not completely ready. They will be residing with me for awhile and they are in for a big shock. First, the tv broke when we moved. There is no couch, only a few chairs. I am trying to get a dining room table from my Mom's back over to my place and make sure that the toilet paper holder and bath towel bar, both broken by the Genius in the former paragraph, are fixed. I should also get some food in the house, right? Whatever. Still, there is time....less than a week, but I will reach into the closet, put on that Wonder Woman costume and get it done.

My parents were robbed. Someone came in, during the daytime, and stole all of my mother's jewelry, cameras and other items. I was sick. Literally, I had stayed home sick and rushed over there when she called me. To think that someone came into my childhood home, without permission, went through their personal things and then took them....unacceptable. I wish that they were reading this. I believe in Kismet....I believe in Kharma....and not just the Chameleons, either. What goes around comes around...I have lived through it...will you?

My brother and his wife are going to be officially divorced soon. I am sad. Enough said.

My nephew, my first born nephew, is currently at Army boot camp. I am very proud of him for being mature enough to make the decision to serve his Country...OUR COUNTRY! The next time you see a service man or woman, tell them you are proud. Whether or not you believe that we should be in this war or not, they are protecting our honor. They are the one's fighting for us. I am happy he is on my side.

Ok. My hands are tired. I think that is it for now. I will try and keep this thing up, but with things currently all over the place and my head about the same, I am not sure I can promise you anything. I will however make this simple promise...I will talk to you again. For I do not write this Blog for me....I mean, I know how it ends. I write so that I can somehow release what is inside me without more medication. I write so that I can stir emotions...good or bad. Hell, if you get pissed off at me for saying something bad about President Bush, then so be it. I am free to say what I like here...I am safe here. Hidden away in my blogging bunker where the boogeyman cannot find me. So read it or don't. It is up to you because you can do what you want to, just the same. But, just so you know, I'm glad that someone is reading this. :)

After all...what would you do without me, right?

Mirth & Merriment...as always.