wretched

sometimes i am really wretched. sometimes i am really really nice. i wonder some days if people think the really nice days are just a show, and the really mean days are the only me. those are the ones who have no clue. i enjoy being really nice much more than anything. it gives me a pure, positive feeling that I so enjoy. I'm no movie star, but i can make a difference in anyone's life by making an effort to be nice and helpful.

I also admit that the high of verbally slamming someone is a great appreciation in my life. But the difference is that I don't do it unless I feel the other person is being really mean and unfair. They always seem so shocked, to be counted among the heartless, the mean, the self centered. I laugh at that. They never have a clue. I have to admit that I despise people like that. I also have to admit that I thoroughly enjoy helping my friends, family and neighborhood.

I do wish people would leave their "health clubs" and country clubs and put their energy and physical efforts into the neighborhood. They might find they like the people they ignore.

what's really important

Today Newsweek magazine proclaimed that we are all socialists and will basically be France one day soon. I was horrified. Not because of what Newsweek said, but because when I woke up this morning and opened the fridge to make my Puerto Rican coffee, there was NO milk. Not a drop. How can something so devastating happen to me? WHY ME? My God, I would so rather have Tanya Harding bash my knee than not have my 60 minutes of Puerto Rican coffee savoring every morning. I had to brace myself and get the kids ready for school, knowing I was not going to get my special moring treat to myself for being a lazy mother of school children who basically does nothing but cannot function without her cafe con leche.

It took me a while to realize that my dear sweet hubby had poured milk into a thermos and discovered it was bad (he drinks 1%, I drink skim, which people out here eloquently call "non fat") and left it out on the counter to stink up the house. So, I went and got myself milk today just to make sure I can have my coffee in the morning. If it's gone, I will go insane. I cannot be expected to last 2 days without my coffee without my Girl Scout buddies around to keep me laughing so coffee seems insignificant.

Oh yeah, France. As Jane and Joanna would say, Gimme the Gun!

Yertle the Turtle

My daughter is Yertle the Turtle. This information was broken to me today, just a few minutes ago, actually. She is in a school play, Seussical the Musical, and she is a Who. Today, they told her she was also Yertle the Turtle, due to her stick-to-it-idness. She is very excited. I am trying to remember what the heck Yertle did in the book and just have this vague image of a turtle in a tree. So now I have to go find the book and read it. Although my daughter tells me the show has nothing to do with the books. Go figure. At least it's rated G.

I love her crazy ass attitude and hair. She's so wild, yet so innocent, just like I was. People don't get how you can be both, but she really is, and so was I.

Now I have to wait weeks until the darn show. Then I'll probably go to all 6 performances. Maybe I can stand in for Horton or something by the end.