I haven’t be totally here lately and some of you know that I am currently getting yet another series of cortisone shots. This round has been kicking my butt due to the fact that my pain has begun to radiate down the leg. This means that the shots go deeper. Deeper=pain. Anyway, the delaudid makes me sick if I have more than one shot of that. Talk about nasty!! Migraine and nausea. Yeah I live for that shit!! Thank God that I only have one more Tuesday to go!!

Other than that, there’s nothing going on here. Oh yeah, little miss Three-year-old said the following sentence to me, “I’m gonna yell until you let me have what I want!” So I took away her snack of Skittles, put her on the couch and began to scream at the top of my lungs. She shut up quickly, apparently too stunned for words. I told her if she could scream then so could I. She forgot what she wanted. When I told her mom, she laughed her ass off and said “I woulda beat her ass!” That’s my kind of mom!

Mood-wise, I’m in a good place. I’ve cooked, cleaned, played with the kids and whatnot without feeling frazzled for a change. I have managed to read a bit and I am working a needlepoint for Son1. Who knew I could be so relaxed? And no drugs or alcohol have been involved!!

I’m gonna just go with the flow because I just know that the tide will turn. It always does. And when the riptide hits, I want some strength stored up to fight it!

I got this email from Trukindog and I laughed so hard! I’ve nothing to post so I’m gonna share this. Thanks Tdog!!

Type out the sentence you end up with, in the subject line and forward to your friends…also, send it back to the person that sent it to you..
 
Pick the month you were born:
January——-I kicked
February——I loved
March——–I karate chopped
April———-I licked
May———-I jumped on
June———-I smelled
July———–I did the Macarena With
August——–I had lunch with
September—-I danced with
October——-I sang to
November—–I yelled at
December—–I ran over
 
Pick the day (number) you were born on:
 
1——-a birdbath
2——-a monster
3——-a phone
4——-a fork
5——-a snowman
6——-a gangster
7——-my mobile phone
8——-my dog
9——-my best friends‘ boyfriend
10——-my neighbor
11——-my science teacher
12——-a banana
13——-a fireman
14——-a stuffed animal
15——-a goat
16——-a pickle
17——-your mom
18——-a spoon
19—— - a smurf
20——-a baseball bat
21——-a ninja
22——-Chuck Norris
23——-a noodle
24——-a squirrel
25——-a football player
26——-my sister
27——-my brother
28——-an ipod
29——-a surfer
30——-a llama
31——-A homeless guy
 
Pick the color of shirt you are wearing:
 
White———because I’m cool like that
Black———because that’s how I roll.
Pink———–because I’m crazy..
Red———–because the voices told me to.
Blue———–because I’m sexy and I do what I want
Green———because I think I need some serious help.
Purple———because I’m AWESOME!
Gray———-because Big Bird said to and he’s my leader.
Yellow——–because someone offered me 1,000,000 dollars
Orange——–because my family thinks I’m stupid anyway.
Brown———because I can..
Other———-because I’m a Ninja!
None———-because I can’t control myself!

As for me? I loved a banana because that’s how I roll!
 
Now type out the sentence you made, and post it in the comments for everyone else to share. Have fun, and stop back to see what everyone comes up with!!

I have loved books forever it seems. I can even remember the time I realized that the words I had learned in first grade would string along into a story about Dick, his sister Jane and their dog Spot. I remember the day I thought I was the only one in my class that knew a new word. (Unfortunately, k-n-e-w did not spell “canoe”)

Eventually, I would move into the realm of third grade. This was the year that we moved from reading the classroom books and were taken to the school library. The walls were so high to my tiny 7 year old eyes. Floor to ceiling, corner to corner, individual books each held new adventures for my mind.

I solved crimes alongside my best friend Nancy Drew. I traveled to India with Rudyard Kipling, to Africa with Babar, and to the prairies with Laura Ingalls Wilder. I soared over the clouds with Peter Pan and through the looking glass with Alice. I was intent on reading every book there was.

When June came, I was deeply disappointed to know that I would be spending hours of summertime without a new book……

Until I found the public library.

It was a converted old house with a curved staircase in the center. Upstairs was the adult book section. It also held all the reference books. To go up those stairs was to enter a world in which dust motes danced in the rays of sun through the windows. Downstairs held all the junior books. God how I loved the smell!

When the library was rebuilt I waited on pins and needles. I couldn’t wait to see what it would be like. I was disappointed to discover that the new building smelled new. Sterile. It was air conditioned. Dust was nowhere to be seen.

But there were even more books.

Gone were most of the books with sparse illustrations. In their place were new editions. Their plastic covered spines held forth pictures to whet the imagination. The pages were pristine and crisp, not softened by years of use.

I got my first library card. I wore the hell out of it. Even throughout high school, I read voraciously. Two, three, sometimes four times a week, I could be seen riding my bike so that I could get to the library by ten in the morning (before the heat got too bad.) I would spend afternoons somewhere shady and curl up and read.

As an adult I read until I was a mom with two young boys. At that point, most of my reading involved story books. My sons and daughter, my nieces and nephews reaped the benefits of my enjoyment of reading. Silly voices and funny faces now accompanied the words on the pages. I was lucky if I read an ‘adult’ book once a month!

My own kids are grown. The guys read magazines and newspapers. They will still throw an occasional book into the mix. Babygirl is like a clone of me. If it has words, she has to read it. I have never censored anything that my kids have read. I was called by my kids’ teachers every year because Son1 wanted to read Isaac Asimov’s “The Illustrated Man” when he was in fourth grade. In her fourth grade class, Babygirl wanted to read “Cujo”. And yes, they had my blessings. We discussed these books together. They never had any problems understanding what they read.

The kids I babysit now have their own library cards. Going there has become a summertime staple with us. We enjoy packing a lunch to eat while we read in a park.

I have been asked what sense I couldn’t live without. I would be hard pressed to answer. As much as I love to listen to music, to hear the sounds of my family’s voices….I think I would still say that I would hate to lose my vision. Not only because the world is full of unrivalled beauty, but because a book is a window into infinity.

Once upon a time, there was a happily married young couple. They had two boys, five and ten years old. The boys were rambunctious and well loved by their parents. Yes, it was a happy family…..

but something was missing.

The woman felt outnumbered. Raised toilet seats were commonplace as were the ‘puddles’. The shoes were smelly and the laundry very dirty. She longed for a daughter. She wanted pony tails and dollbabies. She wanted dresses and tea parties. ”Let’s have another baby.” she proposed to her husband.”Are you stupid?” He exclaimed. “ Both of the boys will be in school soon and you will have your life back! Besides, work is getting slow and I have to find a new job.”

“Our grandparents raised their families during the Depression. We’ll find a way.”

So the man breathed near the fertile woman and nine months later, they found themselves in the delivery room. The man was excited, for even though he had two boys, he had never seen his wife give birth! He was here! It would happen soon!  He was holding her hand!

He was supposed to be leaving for his first day of his  brand new job!!

The woman said “Go. You need the job. I will be okay. My mother is here with me. Just be sure to rush home to me. Hurry! You need to be at work by 6am!”

She was right. Sadly, he kissed his wife and went to the new job.

Before he had even reached the hospital parking lot, his wife’s labor began in earnest. The doctor gave her an epidural. It seemed as though the labor slowed. She felt no more contractions. So the woman and her mother began making plans to go to lunch.

The doctor returned and lifted the sheet. “Let’s have a looksy and see how you’re progressing…..”

“Hello! Did you know that you had an eavesdropper on your conversation? You have a baby’s head sticking out of your hooha!”

Yes, that was how she arrived. It was a Wednesday morning. 6:31 on October 24, 1991.

At 6:45, the husband returned. It seemed that the boss was furious that the man had left his wife. “Go Home!” He was ordered. “Come back tomorrow!!”

The baby, who was cleaned and swaddled, was handed to her father. He looked at her with tears in his eyes and said “Hey, you.” He had never told his wife, but he had wanted a daughter more than anything in the world. She smiled at him, closed her eyes and they both promptly fell asleep. (A pattern that would repeat itself frequently.)

In the seventeen years since that day, the mother has brushed hair and painted fingernails. She has been there through girlfights, breakups and proms. She will do so until the daughter asks her to stop. (and she will continue long after that too)

The woman may fight with the daughter. She may ground her when necessary. She will tell her to change her clothes or clean her room. They will occasionally hate each other.

But the mother will  always love the girl - with the intensity of a million white hot suns.

Happy Birthday, Babygirl. I love you now and forever. 

Today’s someone’s birthday

Now here’s your invite

To give her some wishes

Just visit her site.

I’ll drink to her health

So much that I’ll hurl

So I’d better say now,

“Happy Birthday, Libragirl!”

I’ve gotten back the oomph! for Halloween. Slowly but surely, (as much as my back will allow anyway) the decorations are being pulled out. One by one, they are making their way around my house.

Babygirl’s birthday is exactly a week before Halloween, so when she saw the boxes out, she was so very happy. She said it just didn’t seem like her birthday was right around the corner because the house wasn’t ‘ready’.

Well, I’m ready….and the house will be too….soon!

I have mentioned before that I love horror movies - all different kinds, from the ones with monsters, to aliens, to slashers, and beyond. But I have never told you where this love came from.

 It began with a night of drinking.  Not me, my parents.

My mom and dad would go out occasionally with Dad’s friend Ray and his wife. The night out usually consisted of dinner somewhere in town (most likely Chinatown) and ended when they returned because of the babysitter. Not wanting the night to end, they would stop at Ray’s and pick up his movie projector.

Dad would whisk the babysitter home, mom would run around looking for a solid white sheet that Ray would hang on the living room wall, and Ray’s wife would order pizza and beer to be delivered.

They would be loud with their plans, and their laughter. Mom would loudly shush them, but they would invariably wake me up.

I was young. Mom says I was only five or six when the movie nights started. I was not allowed up. Once we were sent to bed, there we were supposed to stay and back then, you did what you were told. But I was never told not to sneak!

I would lay on my stomach at the top of the stairs and slowly lower myself down one, two and maybe three steps. Just far enough to see the sheet. Dad would return and then I’d hear the low clatter of the reel-to-reel projector begin.

The sheet would be filled with wonderful images in black and white. Boris Karloff and Bela Lugosi! The Creature From the Black Lagoon. The Mummy. Frankenstein. Dracula. I was so scared. I would quickly rush back to my room if I heard anyone head to the bathroom. Pretending to sleep, I lay in the dark, impatient  to return to the horror  waiting below.

When I talked to my parents later on about this, they told me that Dad knew every time. He knew and never said a word to Mom. As soon as the movie would end, he would jump from his seat and loudly announce that he was heading to the bathroom. This was to give me a chance to get into bed. It was also a chance for him to find me first in case I had fallen asleep!

This was only the beginning of what was to be one of the best gifts from my Dad. On Saturday afternoons, we would watch Dr. Shock’s Monster Theatre. A different movie every week and I was in heaven as I watched raptly, sitting next to my dad. Abbott and Costello Meet the Wolfman, The Haunting, and countless others. We enjoyed this ritual until ”Shocky-Doc” retired. I was in my teens by that time.

Do I love horror movies? Oh yeah….but I love the memories that go along with them even more.

**Just curious…Did anyone out there have a similar character to Dr. Shock on their TV networks?

“Mom!! I just got a message from the future! Robyn is in France and they are 6 hours ahead of us, so I got a message from the future!”

Ah, the silliness of sixteen year olds. 

Remember the dorky things that made you laugh at sixteen?

I did lots of laughing. Uncontrollable, gut-wrenching laughter.

I just can’t remember what set us off. If I knew back then that I would forget those gems, I would tell myself to write them down.

Damn.

Two things that don’t show up together any more are “Metalmom” and “interracial gang bang”, so imagine my surprise when I saw that in my links!

I tend to catch a lot of porn links in my spam web. (Along with all the online drug links I could ever want or need!) So I almost left it alone. I mean, really, do I want to click on a link like that and contract a CTD (Computer transmitted disease)?

But then I noticed it was from my friend NYCWD. He loves me more than an interracial gang bang! (Do I really want to know how he can compare us? Umm….NO! I’ll take his word for it!    )

Delmer

Sistas #1 and#2- Holy Crappers

Insane Mama

I love you guys too!

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Hey! Guess what I saw tonight while walking through a park with Hubs? DEER! Four of them! Just standing there in a clearing, looking at us. I thought they were small (and assumed they were young) Apparently they were female and Hubs said “Get the fuck of out of here! Rutting season is close and we don’t want to run into a male!”

We hauled ass out of there really quick!

Thursday-I am craving:

Friday-I am going to see:

Yes, It’s Cheech and Chong together again after far too many years. I’m going with Hubs, Sons1 and 2, Babygirl and Shenanigans.The show will be followed by much drinking and merry-making.

Saturday-I hope I don’t wake up like this again.