I was thinking about my kids the other day. Actually, I think about them every day but most of my thoughts are kind of gooey. This time, though, I was thinking in the context of Mother's Day. People call Mother's Day a Hallmark (read: fake) holiday, but I don't think it is. As a mother myself I'm not sure that one day of honor a year is enough. They have a lot of stretch marks to atone for...Just kidding (kind of).
Mother's Day originated in either ancient Greece, 15th century England, or 1914 America depending on how invested you are in reading all about it (not very). I choose to believe it was invented here in its present form, but that its roots go back in history. Yes, I'm riding the fence and no I'm not proud.
When my son was two he got me deodorant for my special day. I cherished that gift and the little boy logic that precipitated it. After all, I used it every day and it smelled pretty. I also love the Fashion Star Filly my daughter gave me when she was four. Not quite as logical as my son, but it was pink, had lots of hair and she could play with it.
When I was a kid we used to go to the dime store and get a Hummel figurine for my grandma. She loved those things. The weird part is that when we were in college, she lined them all up and had us point out our favorites. Then she took a Dymo labeler and put our initials on the ones we picked. Felt a tad ghoulish. On the plus side, they look terrific on my hutch...
My mom liked Royal Daulton Toby jugs and when we lived overseas, that's what she got every year. They were not expensive and there were lots to choose from. After my mom died, my brother, sister, and I took a page from Grandma's book. We lined up all the Toby jugs and took turns picking the ones we wanted. They'll look cool next to the Hummels when I finally get them out of their boxes. Its only been two and a half years.
I don't collect anything really so deodorant and plastic horses are right up my alley. And Giants tickets. But I've told them they are not to get me gifts this year since nobody has any money. Someday, though, they will have cash and I will release them to spoil the heck out of me. Its the least I can do.
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
That's My (Surrogate) Grandson!
When my kids were little I loved playing baseball with them. Today the hub and I got to pick up our surrogate grandson from daycare. He greeted us with smiles and hugs then put his booster in the back of our car and I buckled him in. On the way home we discussed the Giants game and answered questions. Lots of them.
The little fellow's daycare is in Glenmoor and we live in Newark, so the trip was short, but highly informative. His favorite team is the Giants (mine, too) and his favorite player is Tim Lincecum (he could have been my biological grandson!). I told him that Timmy pitched really well today, but he didn't win. He also didn't lose and this was confusing to him. I have a hard time with that, too and I'm a geezer - he's only 4. But he accepted it a lot better than I did. Timmy probably did, too. I was a yelling, screaming mess.
Then my little nugget of cuteness asked "Is Timmy a boy or a girl?" I said "A boy" Then he said "Are there girls in baseball?" I may have droned on a bit about women in sports and Title Nine, the unfairness of the Old Boy's Network, corruption in college sports and a few other things. He said "Oh." Then "I'm never gonna cut my hair again"
I asked "So you can play like Timmy?" He said "Yes, I wanna pway wike Timmy" Me: "So you want to be a pitcher?" Him: "Yeah, an I wanna hit the ball and get home runs" I thought to myself "Well, Timmy's good but..." but I said "Cool, you'll be awesome!"
So we got home and while waiting for his mom to get home, the hub played baseball with the little guy. I sat on the bench and pretended I was in the dugout reading a baseball book which looked a lot like Sunset magazine. Then they got tired of shagging flies (the kid can hit!) and they recruited me for the outer limits field.
Oddly, that's the same position I played all through school. Its past the outfield and sometimes you have to take the ball away from goats which makes your mittens stink and the snow is real deep there. On our street there is no snow or goats but a couple of pit bulls that can keep the ball if they get hold of it.
Anyway, he won 12-9 and then his mom got home. Unlike Big Leaguers, he went and kissed her hello. I'd pick him up every day if we could talk baseball. And watch him run the bases with his stubby little legs. When he makes a great play, he reenacts it in slow motion and announces for himself. "...and he swides into fird!" I spend a lot of time fixing my shoe so he doesn't see me laughing.
Really, though, if I had to choose a kid to glom onto for a surrogate grandkid, I sure picked a winner. And if I ask him to, I bet he'd reenact our whole friendship in slo-mo with commentary. And in a year or so he'll do it with his hair flying. Just like Timmy.
The little fellow's daycare is in Glenmoor and we live in Newark, so the trip was short, but highly informative. His favorite team is the Giants (mine, too) and his favorite player is Tim Lincecum (he could have been my biological grandson!). I told him that Timmy pitched really well today, but he didn't win. He also didn't lose and this was confusing to him. I have a hard time with that, too and I'm a geezer - he's only 4. But he accepted it a lot better than I did. Timmy probably did, too. I was a yelling, screaming mess.
Then my little nugget of cuteness asked "Is Timmy a boy or a girl?" I said "A boy" Then he said "Are there girls in baseball?" I may have droned on a bit about women in sports and Title Nine, the unfairness of the Old Boy's Network, corruption in college sports and a few other things. He said "Oh." Then "I'm never gonna cut my hair again"
I asked "So you can play like Timmy?" He said "Yes, I wanna pway wike Timmy" Me: "So you want to be a pitcher?" Him: "Yeah, an I wanna hit the ball and get home runs" I thought to myself "Well, Timmy's good but..." but I said "Cool, you'll be awesome!"
So we got home and while waiting for his mom to get home, the hub played baseball with the little guy. I sat on the bench and pretended I was in the dugout reading a baseball book which looked a lot like Sunset magazine. Then they got tired of shagging flies (the kid can hit!) and they recruited me for the outer limits field.
Oddly, that's the same position I played all through school. Its past the outfield and sometimes you have to take the ball away from goats which makes your mittens stink and the snow is real deep there. On our street there is no snow or goats but a couple of pit bulls that can keep the ball if they get hold of it.
Anyway, he won 12-9 and then his mom got home. Unlike Big Leaguers, he went and kissed her hello. I'd pick him up every day if we could talk baseball. And watch him run the bases with his stubby little legs. When he makes a great play, he reenacts it in slow motion and announces for himself. "...and he swides into fird!" I spend a lot of time fixing my shoe so he doesn't see me laughing.
Really, though, if I had to choose a kid to glom onto for a surrogate grandkid, I sure picked a winner. And if I ask him to, I bet he'd reenact our whole friendship in slo-mo with commentary. And in a year or so he'll do it with his hair flying. Just like Timmy.
Friday, April 23, 2010
They're On My Head....Again
This morning I spent about 10 minutes trying to find my glasses which were parked on top of my head. See, I hate bifocals because I don't need reading glasses, but I do need them for distance so half the time the glasses are on my head. And I look for them. Which has caused me to run through a list of truisms that I find handy:
1. Any amount of time spent looking for your glasses when you're wearing them is too much. If your glasses are missing you can save a lot of time by taking just a second to think about where they might be, logically. Can't find your glasses? Where were they last time you lost them? Your head? Your face? You were sitting on them? Look there first. You know as oldsters we develop patterns of behavior and you can save a ton of time and frustration if you just accept that you do weird things sometimes.
2. Life is like a roll of toilet paper - the closer you get to the end, the faster it spins. How many people have lamented that time flies by so fast? Fact is, time does fly, and it flies whether you're having fun or not.
3. Sometimes people you trust will crap all over you. And you'll never see it coming.
4. "Because it fits" is a bad reason to buy clothes. If that's one of your criteria for wardrobe choices, re-think your diet.
5.Confidence has nothing to do with intellect. Look at my house. The dogs seem like drooling idiots and the cats look suave and cool. And yet, only the cats have fallen into the toilet...
I'm sure everybody has aphorisms that they've learned through life. If you have a great one - pass it along!
Oh yeah, the other day the hub and I stopped for coffee at 7-11. The coffee's good there and its waaay cheaper than Bigbucks. Anyway, as I got out of the car I heard a man's voice say "Excuse me" I turned and I must have looked terrified because he started stepping back as he said "I just need some money for a piece of chicken" (We were standing next to a KFC which smelled amazing)
We gave him some dollars and some change and when we came out he was eating. He saluted us with the chicken and we felt like a million bucks! There's that saying "From whom much has been given, much will be expected". Well, I may be unemployed but we have a house, food, and health insurance so we have a lot. Way more than a guy who has to ask for chicken money. And plenty to share.
1. Any amount of time spent looking for your glasses when you're wearing them is too much. If your glasses are missing you can save a lot of time by taking just a second to think about where they might be, logically. Can't find your glasses? Where were they last time you lost them? Your head? Your face? You were sitting on them? Look there first. You know as oldsters we develop patterns of behavior and you can save a ton of time and frustration if you just accept that you do weird things sometimes.
2. Life is like a roll of toilet paper - the closer you get to the end, the faster it spins. How many people have lamented that time flies by so fast? Fact is, time does fly, and it flies whether you're having fun or not.
3. Sometimes people you trust will crap all over you. And you'll never see it coming.
4. "Because it fits" is a bad reason to buy clothes. If that's one of your criteria for wardrobe choices, re-think your diet.
5.Confidence has nothing to do with intellect. Look at my house. The dogs seem like drooling idiots and the cats look suave and cool. And yet, only the cats have fallen into the toilet...
I'm sure everybody has aphorisms that they've learned through life. If you have a great one - pass it along!
Oh yeah, the other day the hub and I stopped for coffee at 7-11. The coffee's good there and its waaay cheaper than Bigbucks. Anyway, as I got out of the car I heard a man's voice say "Excuse me" I turned and I must have looked terrified because he started stepping back as he said "I just need some money for a piece of chicken" (We were standing next to a KFC which smelled amazing)
We gave him some dollars and some change and when we came out he was eating. He saluted us with the chicken and we felt like a million bucks! There's that saying "From whom much has been given, much will be expected". Well, I may be unemployed but we have a house, food, and health insurance so we have a lot. Way more than a guy who has to ask for chicken money. And plenty to share.
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Moments Of Grossness
I haven't written on my blog in a while but nothing has been bothering/delighting/befuddling me lately so I've been laying low. Then today I was totally grossed out. Now, being grossed out is not unusual around our house since we share the place with two dogs, two cats, a bird and a tortoise. In fact, if something disgusting didn't have to be mopped up around here on a daily basis, it wouldn't seem like home.
There was cat barf in the kitchen today but that wasn't the gross thing. No, the gross thing happened at the grocery store. We put one of those net bags filled with little tangerine-like citrus fruits called clementines in our cart and proceeded through the store. Since we were there just to buy almonds and bananas, we only got about 20 things and headed to the checkout stand.
Upon unloading the cart, I noticed that one of our clementines looked a little iffy so I went to get a replacement bag. The first bag I grabbed was wet on the bottom. Upon inspection, I discovered that my finger was embedded in a rotten tangerine and the pulp was sqishing almost up to the knuckle. Ew squared.
I suppose decomposing citrus fruit is relatively low on the yuck scale. I mean, I was reading last week that the avarage computer keyboard harbors more germs than a toilet seat. Now that I think about it, it was right after I read that that I took my recent blog break. Hmmmmm, maybe I was in shock...after all, I spend much of my life poking away at this thing. It would probably be cleaner to play tiddlywinks on the potty seat.
Somehow, grossness is less gross in your own home. Its like when we got our new refrigerator. Messes in that one seem less disgusting than in our old fridge. Even the messes in the vegetable drawers, which, believe me, have seen their share of science experiments. Including, but not limited to, squishy clementines.
There was cat barf in the kitchen today but that wasn't the gross thing. No, the gross thing happened at the grocery store. We put one of those net bags filled with little tangerine-like citrus fruits called clementines in our cart and proceeded through the store. Since we were there just to buy almonds and bananas, we only got about 20 things and headed to the checkout stand.
Upon unloading the cart, I noticed that one of our clementines looked a little iffy so I went to get a replacement bag. The first bag I grabbed was wet on the bottom. Upon inspection, I discovered that my finger was embedded in a rotten tangerine and the pulp was sqishing almost up to the knuckle. Ew squared.
I suppose decomposing citrus fruit is relatively low on the yuck scale. I mean, I was reading last week that the avarage computer keyboard harbors more germs than a toilet seat. Now that I think about it, it was right after I read that that I took my recent blog break. Hmmmmm, maybe I was in shock...after all, I spend much of my life poking away at this thing. It would probably be cleaner to play tiddlywinks on the potty seat.
Somehow, grossness is less gross in your own home. Its like when we got our new refrigerator. Messes in that one seem less disgusting than in our old fridge. Even the messes in the vegetable drawers, which, believe me, have seen their share of science experiments. Including, but not limited to, squishy clementines.
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
...And I'm Not Gonna Take It Anymore
Today somebody asked me if I ever get mad. I admit, I have a relatively cheerful demeanor. But yes, I get mad from time to time. I think, though, that as one ages it becomes easier to compartmentalize things like being pissed off. I mean once life gut-punches you enough times, I guess you just learn to not let your emotions run your life. Yes, life has mostly been kind to me, but when the hits have come they've been doozies.
So I keep most of my emotions in the closet. I take them out and massage them now and again if I feel like it, but, really, why bother spending a lot of time with the negative ones? Its more fun to hang with the positives. For example, it really fries my bacon that the sweet girl down the street had to go through the trauma of being attacked on the street outside our house this morning. I could dwell on that and get really scared - he had a gun...
Happy though, because she's physically fine and some of the neighborhood ordinary Joes ran the guy off. Mad because that's how we know the rat bastard had a gun - he fired at one of them. Three times! Happy again - the guy's a lousy shot - nobody was hurt. Mad because he disturbed our peace.
I get mad when I think about the idiots that fired me from my job of twenty years. It would be easy to wallow in that anger. What would be the point? I already had one stroke - don't need more...Apparently, I had a (tiny) heart attack when I had my stroke. Don't need any more of those, either.
The doctors who prescribed Yaz to my friend when they knew she shouldn't take it make me mad. Her stroke almost killed her. Incompetence of any kind is irritating, but that seems downright criminal.
Bureaucracy is annoying. Sometimes it seems like they make paperwork for the sake of paperwork. If I really got chewing on it, I would be really sad 24/7 because my daughter has to take anti-rejection drugs her entire life. But my sadness would have nothing on the grief of the people who's son gave her his heart.
I could spend my days agonizing over that same daughter's loss of a kidney to cancer when she was a baby. Or I could rejoice in her life. Same kid...Her dyslexia could make me sad...but I love that I got to spend time reading her books that I never read in high school. And over the phone in college. I am also glad we have a good phone plan.
The fact that aside from beautiful blue eyes, I gave my son my chronic anxiety could depress the hell out of me, but I'm just happy he is finding his way and he has found someone to love who loves him back.
The thing is, I have every reason to wallow in a gooey pool of mad, sad, depressed ick. But I would get nothing out of it and it would irritate everybody around me. I think a person has to live the best they can for themselves. But you also have to be aware of the effect you're having on those around you. You choose your mood. I choose happy. If somebody doesn't like it, they can sit on it. And spin.
So I keep most of my emotions in the closet. I take them out and massage them now and again if I feel like it, but, really, why bother spending a lot of time with the negative ones? Its more fun to hang with the positives. For example, it really fries my bacon that the sweet girl down the street had to go through the trauma of being attacked on the street outside our house this morning. I could dwell on that and get really scared - he had a gun...
Happy though, because she's physically fine and some of the neighborhood ordinary Joes ran the guy off. Mad because that's how we know the rat bastard had a gun - he fired at one of them. Three times! Happy again - the guy's a lousy shot - nobody was hurt. Mad because he disturbed our peace.
I get mad when I think about the idiots that fired me from my job of twenty years. It would be easy to wallow in that anger. What would be the point? I already had one stroke - don't need more...Apparently, I had a (tiny) heart attack when I had my stroke. Don't need any more of those, either.
The doctors who prescribed Yaz to my friend when they knew she shouldn't take it make me mad. Her stroke almost killed her. Incompetence of any kind is irritating, but that seems downright criminal.
Bureaucracy is annoying. Sometimes it seems like they make paperwork for the sake of paperwork. If I really got chewing on it, I would be really sad 24/7 because my daughter has to take anti-rejection drugs her entire life. But my sadness would have nothing on the grief of the people who's son gave her his heart.
I could spend my days agonizing over that same daughter's loss of a kidney to cancer when she was a baby. Or I could rejoice in her life. Same kid...Her dyslexia could make me sad...but I love that I got to spend time reading her books that I never read in high school. And over the phone in college. I am also glad we have a good phone plan.
The fact that aside from beautiful blue eyes, I gave my son my chronic anxiety could depress the hell out of me, but I'm just happy he is finding his way and he has found someone to love who loves him back.
The thing is, I have every reason to wallow in a gooey pool of mad, sad, depressed ick. But I would get nothing out of it and it would irritate everybody around me. I think a person has to live the best they can for themselves. But you also have to be aware of the effect you're having on those around you. You choose your mood. I choose happy. If somebody doesn't like it, they can sit on it. And spin.
Saturday, April 10, 2010
Take Me Out
Yesterday was Opening Day at the Giant's stadium. Not for the season, but for the ballpark. We went to see some baseball and recover from the glut of basketball we've been subjected to of late. We went to eat a hot dog, drink a beer, and check out the new Giants. Plus, some jets always do a flyover on Opening Day, and there's the biggest American flag in captivity. Yes, the Giants know how to celebrate. But, really, what do you expect - it is San Francisco.
The newbies that have been getting the most press have been Huff and DeRosa. We saw them both play and I have some thoughts: Aubrey Huff. Sissy name. Nice butt. First base. Didn't hit yesterday. Mark DeRosa. Manly name. Nice Butt. Left field. Good arm. Also didn't hit yesterday. Ahem...these two guys were hired for their bats - they better get them fired up...They do look good in their Giant's uniforms.
We got to see the entire bullpen which is not necessarily a good thing. The fun one to watch is Brian Wilson who is a really good closer with a nice butt. He also wears really tight baseball pants so you can view said heinie. Plus he's a dangerous pitcher and he looks like he'd win a bar fight. I like him.
The home plate umpire had a variable strike zone which is really bad because you never know when to boo. You always have to be ready to boo the umpire, but the weird strike zone can lead to over-booing. This makes my throat hurt. The Giants weren't playing very well until halfway through the ninth inning when they woke up and decided to show us something. Long story short, they won. It was really a fun game.
Only thing is, when I go to a Giant's game, I like my Giants to win and I like the game to end after nine innings. I have nine innings in me, after that I get twitchy. This game went 13 innings! By the top of the 10th I don't want to sit in my seat and I start wanting to eat stuff. Fortunately, our friends had a four year old with them so I shared his cotton candy. Then we stuck out our tongues at each other until his parents told him to stop. So I went to the bathroom.
After we got home, I had trouble going to sleep. All the excitement. You know. Plus the sugar high. But I got to eat a hot dog, drink a beer and watch the Giants win. I think I've successfully purged basketball.
The newbies that have been getting the most press have been Huff and DeRosa. We saw them both play and I have some thoughts: Aubrey Huff. Sissy name. Nice butt. First base. Didn't hit yesterday. Mark DeRosa. Manly name. Nice Butt. Left field. Good arm. Also didn't hit yesterday. Ahem...these two guys were hired for their bats - they better get them fired up...They do look good in their Giant's uniforms.
We got to see the entire bullpen which is not necessarily a good thing. The fun one to watch is Brian Wilson who is a really good closer with a nice butt. He also wears really tight baseball pants so you can view said heinie. Plus he's a dangerous pitcher and he looks like he'd win a bar fight. I like him.
The home plate umpire had a variable strike zone which is really bad because you never know when to boo. You always have to be ready to boo the umpire, but the weird strike zone can lead to over-booing. This makes my throat hurt. The Giants weren't playing very well until halfway through the ninth inning when they woke up and decided to show us something. Long story short, they won. It was really a fun game.
Only thing is, when I go to a Giant's game, I like my Giants to win and I like the game to end after nine innings. I have nine innings in me, after that I get twitchy. This game went 13 innings! By the top of the 10th I don't want to sit in my seat and I start wanting to eat stuff. Fortunately, our friends had a four year old with them so I shared his cotton candy. Then we stuck out our tongues at each other until his parents told him to stop. So I went to the bathroom.
After we got home, I had trouble going to sleep. All the excitement. You know. Plus the sugar high. But I got to eat a hot dog, drink a beer and watch the Giants win. I think I've successfully purged basketball.
Monday, April 5, 2010
5 Days Old
On my next birthday, I will be 55 years old. That comes to 20,075 days. Yesterday I got to hold a baby who is 5 days old. I forgot how itty bitty, teeny tiny people are when they're only 5 days old. This is the daughter of my friend's son. The one who was gigantic at birth. His fiancee had the good sense to limit the size of her child to 7 pounds 6 ounces. My friend and I, who had our babies together, weren't that smart. We had massive kids.
The thing is, though, that most people who haven't had babies (men) think that the most painful part of the process is the part where the kid comes out the hoo ha. They are wrong. In my experience, (I had my first kid all natural) the really hurty part is when the baby is being shoved out of the uterus and down the birth canal. The hoo ha part is kind of a relief.
The other thing that I remembered about birthin' babies is that sometimes there's doody involved. You push with the same muscles to shove out an infant as you do to doo doo so sometimes both things happen. Gross, but it happens. Um, not to me - but to some people. I've read.
I was nearby when this little love nugget was born. Not in the room, just the grandmas got to be there, but there were a bunch of us in the waiting room and we listened on speakerphone and cheered when our little niece, granddaughter, great granddaughter, surrogate granddaughter was born. We also heard my buddy sobbing but she cries a lot so nobody was surprised.
The other cool thing was that they took pictures of the baby right away and sent them to the waiting room.As much as I bitch about technology, it has its uses and one good one is letting people in on events they'd otherwise be left out of.We all got to meet the little newbie before we went out for dinner. She was beautiful at birth and 5 days into life she is even more so.
I fully expect her to keep getting more and more gorgeous.She has the makings of a real beauty. Plus her mom and dad are good looking people. I met her parents as kids and now they have a kid. Five days old. Well 6 days now...they grow so fast!
The thing is, though, that most people who haven't had babies (men) think that the most painful part of the process is the part where the kid comes out the hoo ha. They are wrong. In my experience, (I had my first kid all natural) the really hurty part is when the baby is being shoved out of the uterus and down the birth canal. The hoo ha part is kind of a relief.
The other thing that I remembered about birthin' babies is that sometimes there's doody involved. You push with the same muscles to shove out an infant as you do to doo doo so sometimes both things happen. Gross, but it happens. Um, not to me - but to some people. I've read.
I was nearby when this little love nugget was born. Not in the room, just the grandmas got to be there, but there were a bunch of us in the waiting room and we listened on speakerphone and cheered when our little niece, granddaughter, great granddaughter, surrogate granddaughter was born. We also heard my buddy sobbing but she cries a lot so nobody was surprised.
The other cool thing was that they took pictures of the baby right away and sent them to the waiting room.As much as I bitch about technology, it has its uses and one good one is letting people in on events they'd otherwise be left out of.We all got to meet the little newbie before we went out for dinner. She was beautiful at birth and 5 days into life she is even more so.
I fully expect her to keep getting more and more gorgeous.She has the makings of a real beauty. Plus her mom and dad are good looking people. I met her parents as kids and now they have a kid. Five days old. Well 6 days now...they grow so fast!
Friday, April 2, 2010
They're Baaack!
Good news today! The job market seems to be turning around (not for me)...I heard that 160,000 more people are employed this month than last month (not me). This is such good news especially for people like my children (but not me)who were chewed up by the last presidential administration's "support" for public education and vomited into this non-existant job market.
That means that young people(not me - I'm old) will, within the next few years, probably be able to establish careers in fields which interest them and which can support them and their families should they choose to establish them. Whew!This has been a large concern for me since I (got fired) realized that giving birth to a child in the 80's, while certainly joyous, had doomed them to try to find meaningful employment in the aughts and teens.
I raised terribly brilliant children, though (not me - I got canned), so I'm sure they will succeed in some field or another. Not stripping, please...Although they are beautiful,too.Hmmmm. I was just thrilled to hear this job news today so my mind started flying around. As it does when I get news (when I got fired it froze)
Even though lots of people are still out of work(like me!), Careers are beginning (had one!), people are earning pay checks(nope!)and life goes on(well,yeah)and the economy continues to be stimulated (uh, ok I still shop but not as much...)
As an unemployed American who was chewed up by stupid people and vomited into my recliner, I am happy for my kids and their friends and while I don't exactly pity myself, I do have daydreams about leaving flaming bags of poop on certain doorsteps. And I fantasize about pooping in the bags myself!
That means that young people(not me - I'm old) will, within the next few years, probably be able to establish careers in fields which interest them and which can support them and their families should they choose to establish them. Whew!This has been a large concern for me since I (got fired) realized that giving birth to a child in the 80's, while certainly joyous, had doomed them to try to find meaningful employment in the aughts and teens.
I raised terribly brilliant children, though (not me - I got canned), so I'm sure they will succeed in some field or another. Not stripping, please...Although they are beautiful,too.Hmmmm. I was just thrilled to hear this job news today so my mind started flying around. As it does when I get news (when I got fired it froze)
Even though lots of people are still out of work(like me!), Careers are beginning (had one!), people are earning pay checks(nope!)and life goes on(well,yeah)and the economy continues to be stimulated (uh, ok I still shop but not as much...)
As an unemployed American who was chewed up by stupid people and vomited into my recliner, I am happy for my kids and their friends and while I don't exactly pity myself, I do have daydreams about leaving flaming bags of poop on certain doorsteps. And I fantasize about pooping in the bags myself!
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