Things I Wish I Could Post on Facebook

There are many things I wish I could post on Facebook. I mostly restrain myself out of respect and basic human decency. But here are a few thoughts...

To the woman with four kids who always seems to be on vacation somewhere hot, with her girlfriends:
You are going to be a raisin soon, honey! But more importantly - HTF do you get away with this!? Ah needs ta know!

To the (many) over sharers: I do not need to see your dog napping in your pile of underwear. Or know about your kids toilet habits when they are in the double digits. First time on the potty, ok! 11 year old with the runs - not so much.

The fibbers - Um, if we went to school with you. We kinda know it's a fib when you put your birthday in the 80's and not the 70's, ya feel me? Plus, your "current" profile pic was taken about 20 years ago. I remember, I was there!

When you were born in the seventies, I don't think tales of drinking and partying and puking are that cute. Maybe it's just me though...

Someone I love dearly but please post pics of something besides food labeled "experiments"!

All of you who post pictures you clearly took of yourself, mostly in the car - sucking in your cheeks and raising an eyebrow with too much makeup on... I'm embarrassed for you!

If you have kids and the only pictures you have on FB are of yourself and your cleavage it's time to see a professional. You clearly have self esteem issues.

I'm sure more to come...

Field Trips

All I have to say is, if you're not going to watch the kids who have been assigned to your group, do not volunteer to go on the trip!  Other than that, the field trip was totally awesome, and that's a direct quote from the six year old!  ;)

Hit Me Baby, One More Time

Ok, so am I the only one who ever watched the show, RockStar: INXS??? Everyone is raving about what Tony Lucca and Adam Levine just put together by changing up the Britney Spears song, but Marty Casey has been there done that.  And much better, I must say.  For those of you who missed that much creepier and better version, check it out!  Now back to the show...

American Idiot

American Idiot is a fusion between the Green Day albums American Idiot and 21st Century Breakdown, with the book even co-authored by Billie Joe Armstrong and I remained a skeptic until Friday night, when I finally made it to see the show in LA.  I find it utterly amazing that Armstrong was able to put together a bunch of his songs off of different albums and come up with a powerful rock opera.  Loved it!

I was talking to the uber hot gay guys sitting next to me before the show, and they were die hard fans of the band, and naturally the show.  Turns out that Tony Vincent, one of my favorites cut from The Voice, originated the role of St. Jimmy.  Of course, they were distraught that Tony got cut from the show, so we ended up ranting and raving about The Voice up until the lights dimmed.  

I really need to stop watching these reality singing shows because I refuse to vote, mostly because I never watch the shows live, and voting is usually closed by the time I get to the DVR, but also because I find myself ranting on this blog about my people getting sent home way too often, and I fear Cate will banish me from typing any more!  I guess I'll sign off and go watch the Amazing Race.  Night!

Colton Dixon

C'mon, America!  You're killing me.  Really?  You think that one guy whose name I can't remember is better than Colton?!  Ugh.  Perhaps I should start voting.  Umm, yeah.  Please vote for the right people!!!!

Almost Forty on a Friday Night

It's 9:44 PM on a Friday night and I'm on my way to the pharmacy. My husband kindly passed along his horrid cold and of course took all the decongestant. Plus, being male acted like a baby for the duration, I might add.

Also, said husband has bad heartburn for whatever reason, might be the dinner he ate that could have fed half a high school football team, but that's just a guess. How he still does it and keeps a 33/34 inch waist is just the cruelty of nature, but as usual - I digress.

So I'm in my car, sweats and baggy tee shirt because I've been starting the recovery of the house from a long week. I'm at a stop light and a car of young women pulls up. Windows open, music on, chatting and laughing and all "did" up. Quick glance in the mirror and I cringe at the reflection.

I remember so well those nights. My car crammed with friends, looking good and just beginning our weekend; on our way to Hollywood or a party or a Long Beach club where we would dance in the risers to Nine Inch Nails and never have to buy our own drinks.

Makes me wonder what happened in a way. Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining. I have a great life in so many ways. But for a moment there is a dash of wistfulness, a touch of melancholy, a taste of what was, a touch bitter on my tongue...

But in the end I just had to smile and silently wish them a great weekend, content with returning home to my occasionally hapless husband, and kissing my precious sleeping children goodnight once more.

But I have to say, I'm already planning to call the new sitter tomorrow to see if she's available next weekend. I'm thinkin' it may be time to get all "did" up and get out there and shake it a bit. Who's with me??

PTA Wars Dictionary

Addie and I have our own kind of language, mostly in texts. I thought I may add some of them as they come up. Maybe including our smileys...

Today's word is awolness. As in AWOL, the military acronym or Absent With Out Leave.

awolness: [ā-wawl-nuss], adverb
1. to make oneself unavailable for text responses without prior notification.

A definite no-no and may be complemented upon return by the 0;) or angelic winky face. Meaning I know I'm bad but I'm still cute, or something of the like.

0;)