Thursday, September 25, 2008

OH MY GOD

OH MY GOD I AM FREAKED OUT AND I AM SITTING HERE SCREAMING AND SCREAMING BECAUSE MY CAT ANGEL BROUGHT ANOTHER PET IN TO THE HOUSE AND IT WAS MAKING A WEIRD SOUND SO I WENT TO LOOK AND IT IS A FOOT LONG DRAGONFLY AND IT HAS HAIR ON IT'S BODY AND IT IS HUGE AND SHE IS WHACKING IT ALL OVER THE PLACE AND IT WILL NEVER DIE AND I AM STUCK IN THE HOUSE WITH A HUGE DEFORMED ANGRY DRAGONFLY THAT LAYS EGGS THE SIZE OF UTAH AND THERE IS NOT A SOUL HERE TO HELP ME. 

AHHHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!  HELP ME!!!

Sunday, September 14, 2008

Wild Waves

I just called my friend Chris, for no reason other than to have an excuse to stay under the blanket while lying on the couch and do nothing. Her husband Rob informed me that she was dropping Nicole off at Wild Waves.  Wild Waves, for those who don't know, is a mini-amusement park and water park near us.  It has enough rides to spend the day, but it's not large enough for people to travel 4 hours to go to it.  At least not for me!

So, I get all excited, and call down to the kids, "Hey, let's go to Wild Waves for the day".  We have season passes.  So, the kids run upstairs, yelling, hooting, grabbing their swim suits and pool shoes....right?  Nope.  My kids ignore me.  I yell at them to come upstairs, and they basically say "We don't want to go".  They want a quiet day at home. 

WHAT!  When I was a kid I would never turn down a trip just about anywhere!  Ok, maybe the dentist.  So, we are having our quiet day.  My kids have way too many activities if they turn down fun even once!!!

Friday, September 12, 2008

yellow ribbon

We are watching some show where you have to sing song lyrics to win the game.  Tie a Yellow Ribbon was the song some chick had to sing.  I know all the words.  Yes, I am proud of that.  I have the CD!  I also have the Partridge Family cd.  But Tony Orlando was a huge favorite of mine as a child, and now I cart around a yellow ribbon magnet on my car for our soldiers.  I know prison is not the military, but since the idiot hippies treated our boys so cruelly after Vietnam, I think they deserve the ribbons and the love. 

Now I am thining old songs, I heard my mamma cry, I heard her pray the night Chicago died......I could go on for a long annoying time.....

Sunday, September 7, 2008

Cupcakes UNITE!!

For those os you who aren't in the know, my Girl Scout camp name is Cupcake.  Everyone has to have one, so you'd better come up with your own before someone else names you Princess Weenie or Blank (two people I have happily named!).  I chose Cupcake because in my senior year in High School, Mr. Umstatder asked us to put our names on the seating chart, and to put our nickname or what we would like him to call us underneath it.  Mike Ciaramella, who was sitting next to me, put Pete as his nickname, as he was (still is I am sure) a huge Pete Townsend fan.  (from The Who, for you young ones).  So, I thought I needed to come up with something creative, and seeing that my friends had many nicknames for me already (Bubbles, Miss Mary, Enema Mary, I could continue for a while here), I decided to take control of my nickname and give Mr. Umstatder something I would love for him to call me.  And POP!  Cupcake came to my mind.  Utterly bimbo-ish, sexy, sweet, and young, it had all the trappings of my personality as I wanted it.  So, poor Mr. Umstatder, who choked on his coffee when he read my nickname out loud, called me Cupcake all year long.  I think he liked me.  I loved him, he was a great teacher, even though he taught Chemistry and I was clueless.  But not as clueless as Pete who sat at my lab table and managed to clog the sink drain the very first week of class. 

So I came across this article about Cupcake Backlash, and I am quite offended.  Cupcakes were IT long before the Sex in the City sluts.  I am quite offended by the Harry Potter and Finding Nemo insult though.  I thoroughly enjoyed both of them and the person who made that comment can kiss my frosty pink cupcake ass.

Cupcake backlash
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I must have read half a dozen articles in the past year which contained some sneery line about the women on Sex and the City bus tours of NYC standing outside Magnolia Bakery trying out Carrie Bradshaw's favorite cupcakes. High-end cupcakes were awesome a few years ago, the message goes, but now they're becoming a little....déclassé.

And now, a wave of imitators is spreading across the city; the Crumbs franchise is planning to open 40 shops in the next year. This leaves some to wonder whether cupcakes are the new Krispy Kreme - a beloved, slightly kitschy dessert raised to sugary highs by the media only to become overexposed and fall as flat as a punctured souffle.

Apparently there are already signs of a "cupcake backlash." Joel Stein, writing in Time, says cupcakes are "fake happiness, wrought in Wonka unfood colors. They appeal to the same unadventurous instincts that drive adults to read Harry Potter and watch Finding Nemo without a kid in the room."

I disagree. Taking something as humble as the cupcake and transforming it from cloying pink nastiness to something much more sophisticated and sublime seems to be part of the larger, positive foodie movement of reclaiming and elevating ordinary American foodstuffs - red velvet cake, mac and cheese, tuna noodle casserole.

Saturday, September 6, 2008

growing up

I am proud to say that my sister in law has grown up, for real.  My brother and his family has had several difficult years, and they were all going down different paths and I did not think any of them would end up together, Father, Mother, Daughter and Son.  All going elsewhere.  But things happen, and my sister in law Lisa has taken life by the reins and is working her tail off to make her family a real one again.  She is amazing.  I "get" her much more than most other people, we are so much alike.  But she was much younger than I was when she got married and had kids, and she is doing things that make me so happy for her, because she has changed and grown as a woman, a person, a mother, and maybe even a wife (if wives actually need to or could grow!).  I have confidence that she will lead the family down the right path, and I am never, ever going to desert her again.  She would fit in well out here in Auburn with my friends.  She's a good egg.

Tuesday, September 2, 2008

point of view

I am tired of people cricizing one of the few heroes I've ever had.  As a child, I was devastated by the end of the Vietnam War, the way the soldiers were mistreated and the offensive way the hippies all acted.  I was 7.  Guess I was born a sock hop girl at heart. 

So as an adult, I discovered John McCain years ago.  I read an article about his being a POW in Vietnam, in the very Hanoi Hilton that idiot-Jane Fonda declared a palace for prisoners.  I have always hated Jane Fonda, I considered her an idiot by the time I was 11.  When McCain wrote a book (yes yes, WITH someone helping him write, God forbid anyone work WITH other people), I of course grabbed it up the very first day.  And I loved every moment of his book.  I find it difficult to believe that anyone could read Faith of My Fathers and not like John McCain.  He is not a bragger, or boastful in any way about himself.  Actually, he makes fun of himself and he points to so many of his mistakes and shortcomings as a person.  He admires others for being intelligent, patriotic, and strong, yet he fails to boast of those very things in himself. 

I would not call him a humble man, but perhaps one aware of humility. 

I love the fact that McCain stands up to anyone he feels is wrong, and that he admits it when he is wrong.  Unlike so many Americans today, he feels a sense of responsibility to his country, his fellow citizens, and his family.  So many people love to point and bitch and moan about the flaws in others, never admiting their own flaws, never putting a foot forward to support what is just instead of what they want. 

I don't care what any of my friends think about Republicans, or female Vice Presidents whose daughter is pregnant, or pro life or just about anything else.  I am voting for a real man, one who has survived our nation's past with dignity and strength, and one who faces our future wanting to work together instead of continuing to split us all apart.  You may not believe John McCain is capable of those things, but then again, you do not know John McCain.  Or you would never, ever doubt him.  He will make the world a better place if you only allow him the chance.  He has the IQ, the desire, and the wiseass attitude to get it all done.  I wish our own citizens would respect him as much as countless leaders and citizens of other countries do.  I wish people would learn to have faith in him, as he has in us.