YOU are a bad blogger....

That is exactly what he said to me.. First words I have ever received from him in as close to real time as we can get at the moment being on opposite coasts and in different time zones...

"You are a bad blogger..."

And he is right.... I am a terrible blogger since one of the basic premises of being a blogger is to actually blog daily or weekly or something. Maybe that's the problem. I'm unclear about the expectations and the rules for being a good blogger... and I so want to be a good blogger...

I know what the problem is.. what my problem is... Time.. and not time to actually write, because I constantly write, it's time to post to blogger. It's blocked at work, and even though I have a Google document for potential blog posts, there is something quite different for me simultaneously creating and posting. I like the danger of hitting the publish button without thinking about things too much, and pushing myself beyond the point of no return. I also tend to think things into oblivion when I write a draft. I write and rewrite and turn it over and over until I no longer find what I wrote funny or clever or worthy of your time and I end up deleting.

So I'm trying something new. Posting in the morning, before coffee...(well, it's perking and I'm going to get up this moment and get a cup, so hold on).. Offering you the lovely flotsam flowing out of my brain the first thing on a Friday morning. Be kind.

(Yikes, what if you still think I'm a bad blogger after I actually write?)

xo

P.S. I may be a bad blogger.. but I'm a fast typist and I can spell my chatty friend from California!! hee hee (luv ya!)

priceless

Rangers Jersey I had to buy at the pro shop to keep you warm when I realized there would be actual ice skating at this birthday party at the ice rink despite the fact we had been there several times before only for laser tag (that will teach me to read the invite carefully)... $75.00

Matching blue gloves.... $5.00

Socks and purple gloves for mom who couldn't let you go out on the ice rink without her when she saw that glimpse of terror on your face when you realized ice was actually slippery despite your initial protesting that you could do this on your own with your friends even though this was your first time ice skating ever... $7.00

Seeing your face as you bravely chased the birthday girl (on whom you are madly crushing) around the rink gripping your cones.... priceless....




(sorry it's so blurry..it's hard to skate and snap pics)

To all the moms who carry credit cards just in case... and to all the momes who don't....

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!!!!

xoxox

Shhh.....I'm playing hookey...

Allergies are getting the best of me, so I'm taking the day off. I'm glad I did so I could sleep and relax! I must remember to check with my neighbors next time I decide to stay home and rest to make sure they are not cutting down trees right outside my window!!! Grrrrrr!!!! Are they kidding me???

Oh well. At least I'm home in my jammies chilling out. I just couldn't deal with work today. Tomorrow, I'll be refreshed and ready! Yea, right... I really shouldn't complain, I only have about 6 weeks left, then I'm off all summer... free to lounge at the lake everyday, and I've decided this summer will be the summer of the pomegranate margarita.

Speaking of work, they have granted me tenure (hooray!) and did not hire back a person who has made the last two years a living hell, which is very good news for many people. My fear is that this psychopathological person will pull some shit and file a law suit or something. I just feel like she has wasted so much of our time as it is with all her crap, and I fear she will not go quietly as its just not her style.

I am an aunt.. again... I have a new niece born yesterday morning... hooray! The tally thus far is 7 nieces and 5 nephews, and I have been asked to be Godmother to one of my nephews which I'm thrilled about. Now to find the coolest gift! I'm thinking of a little leather jacket with a nickname painted on the back... like.. Hawk... yea!

So what have you been up to?

Talk to me....

Um... Miley?

Why are you so freaked out about this photograph,



taken by one of the most amazing photographers of our time when you gyrate and dance all over the stage like a professional stripper?

When I saw this performance on Idol gives back, I just kept stut-stut-stuttering..Holy Shit! How old is that girl? I was floored by her sexual seductive running of her hands through her hair over and over again. All she needed was a pole.

So I don't get it... How can she be embarrassed by the purity and innocence captured by Annie and not by her rock star dry-humping on the stage?

Cool....not cool....

Cool....
Getting the kids a trampoline and setting it up in the back yard.
Not Cool...
Jumping on it like you are 12, forgetting you are a woman of 40 who has birthed 2 ginormous children... don't understand that one? Too bad. (think kegels...)

Cool...
Sitting on the deck for hours doing nothing but writing.
Not Cool...
Realizing no one else did anything either, and now it all has to be done.

Cool...
Taking your son to the liver doc for a healthy check up.
Not Cool...
Knowing the insurance won't cover the visit.
Cool...
I said HEALTHY!

Cool...
Having a place to write and friends to read.
Not Cool...
slacking off.

xo

Oh, my.. are you still here?

Not a good blogger, I have been... (my Yoda impression.. impressed?)

Work.. blah blah.. life...blah blah.. busy.. blah blah... You know the drill.... You have the drill....

A while back.. I wrote "The Wheel is Broken," remember?? Of course you do.

It was about my niece Jay-Gee, who I had suspected for a long time, had autism. I had written it after spending a long hot day in the sunshine drinking, eating, swimming, and playing. We were sitting around the living room helping my 2 year old niece (Jay-Gee's little sister) open her birthday presents when reality came tumbling out. Too exhausted to keep up the facade of normalcy, we had no choice but to really see it. Jay-Gee's autism slapped us all in the face that night, hard.

Long story short...

Her parents finally have their diagnosis and have begun the process of accepting this new reality, or newly defined reality. I mean, she's still Jay-Gee, the most adorable little springy-haired girl who doles out kisses and loves to be with her cousins. Even though she has so much difficulty communicating with them and she veers off into her own world now and again, they don't care.. she's fun.. and they love her... more than love her.

I knew things were going to be okay when I got an email from Jay-Gee's mom inviting us to a walk for autism awareness this past weekend. It was her way of letting us know she had accepted things and was ready to get on with life. We didn't hesitate. We showed up in matching tee shirts and walked with love and pride in our hearts. (Who needs wheels when we have feet anyway?)

education with a side of rice...

GO!!!! NOW!!!!!!!



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