80's hair metal

is what I have been listening to for the last 2 days straight...

http://www.jango.com/

and it's brought back many good memories of my childhood. Like at Christmas when my mom would always get me 2 tickets to some concert that would be coming around...one for me and one for a friend... and all the cute little rocker boys at my school... and then just all the boys in general.... mmmmmm good times.....


which brings me to my little one.... who is going retro for Halloween and is dressing like she is from the 80's.... an era of long before she was born.... wow

where did the time go? which then brings me to the things that we talk about and the things that she tells me... all things that I would never in a million years tell my mom.... or would have even had the courage to tell my girlfriends at the time.... gotta love her!

Booooo Humbug

I am tired....

of trying to figure out what to be

and what everyone else needs to be

and how they need to be whatever it is

and what the plans are

and how it is to be executed

and it bums me out because I love the holidays!!!! I am at the point where I don't even want to dress up and go to the annual party tomorrow night.... maybe it is because I am always the designated driver and no one ever says, Honey, tonight it is your night....go crazy, I will take care of you....

Blech!!!! I would rather stay home... I don't relate to those people anyway....

Yesterday was the first day...

that I haven't cried since I had to put my faithful pup to sleep.

15.5 years old... it was so sad.... ok.... so today is a cry day....

12:34 and 5:27

Those are the times that I always see when I look at a clock....

but for the last week, it's been 11:11 - day and night...

do you think that is supposed to mean something???

Cell Phone Fiasco

Nothing is ever simple.... one of my children lost her cell phone last week.... no big deal (first time any of us had done that in 4 years)

So I watched the online billing to see if anyone was using it... no one. We had searched for it high and low in the 4 blocks that we knew she had lost it... couldn't find it... Called it several times, sent it text messages, etc... nothing. So being payday, I go to call in an insurance claim on it but then I thought, let me check the billing one more time...

AHA!!! Someone had found it and had made several calls on it.... so I look to see who was called the most and I dialed their number. I explained the situation to the gentelman on the other end and he started yelling at me! "...I am 75 years old and I can not believe that you are accussing me of stealing your phone!!!!" So I said, no sir, someone who has Found our phone has used it to call you, would you happen to know who it could be? Needless to say, I ended that conversation very quickly.

Next #: Let me let you talk to my wife... Hi Becky, (insert explanation here)... Becky then says, oh I have no idea who it could be.... I am the only one in this neighborhood who has a phone so there are about 6 families who always use mine. Ok so moving on.....

Next #: (Insert Story here) And as I can tell, the last time they called you was Sunday around 8:00 pm.... do you have any idea who it could have been? his reply "no, I didn't recognize the number so I didn't answer it... in fact, you are lucky I answered your call...." ummmm ok, well sir, the call was 4 minutes long.... "well maybe they left me a voice mail. Can I check it and call you back?" suuuuuuure

30 minutes later I receive a call from Joseph.... "yah, I found your phone by the bus terminal downtown... but I don't know how to use it so I couldn't find you...." (30 phone calls later....uh huh and with contacts in there like Mom, Dad, Home.... uh huh) Anyway, we arrange to meet at 3:00 in front of his apartment complex.... So I took a friend with me because something didn't seem right....

3:00 in front of the apartment complex... no Joseph. I spoke with a few ladies outside do you know Joseph? "is he hispanic?" ummmm I have no idea.

3:07 inside the apartment complex where Charles was just getting a flu shot informed me that Joe was just up at his apartment 5 minutes ago.... but he "don't know which apt. is his"...

3:08 a lady in the hall with her dog on a hot pink leash asks who I am looking for. She knows he is Sophia's nephew and that he lives on the first floor but Sophia lives on the 3rd floor....

3:09 the russian? maitenance man gets involved and starts talking about the Joe that lived on the 2nd floor... however she informed us all that he died.

3:12 all of the above are looking at the marquee trying to guess which place Joe lives in....

3:15 we all surmise that he is hispanic and was wearing a white t-shirt.

3:17 decide to leave... when another woman that had came in while we were leaving came back outside to ask us what exactly was going on. (insert explanation here) Then she starts going off on how stupid everyone in the building is and brings me back to the lobby and dials Joe's apartment... "Joe - you have people out here that you are supposed to give a cell phone to.. (Joe says "what? I can't hear you")....JOE, get out here, they are waiting on you!!!!!"

3:18 thank you ma'am!

3:21 still no Joe

3:22 the lady with the dog says go on down to his apartment.... I don't move because it's down a really creepy hall...... but she insists and drags me down there with her and her dog. Knock, knock, knock..... she's gone.... thank goodness my friend was there.

3:24 My friend give an authoritative knock....

3:25 Joe opens the door.... ohhhhhhh yeah.... he says hold on and disappears... but comes back with the phone!!!!! WAHOOOOOO

3:26 Thanks! Here's a $20......

Friends and Favors Don't Mix

So, I have a friend who does hair.... and she kept telling me that she needs to do mine... so I let her and it all turned out ok. So my child goes to her and all has been ok... so my sister decides to go to her. Now keep in mind, she always shows me what the salon would charge but has always said, just do what you can, because we are good friends... so I have always paid her salon charges plus a very little bit more.... so my sister goes to her and I told her to give her a $20 and I would pay her the rest.... well my sister didn't communicate what she wanted very well so she ended up having to go back and have her re-do it a few days later.... so I take my friend an additional $80 this morning (for what I could have done to my sister out of a box....for $8.95) and I get an email that says....

I guess things are tough for you, too. Won't be at the show saturday and not working the rest of the week. No transportation.

Now I know she is having a hard time because her car got impounded but that is not my fault and I did more that what I thought was a fair price.... anyway, enough said and it's time to call my old hair dresser....

The Panic of a Teenager

so starts my day..... a text from my child who is supposed to be in class....

"hey mom can u bring me a backpack (insert our dog's name here) peeed on mine"

next text

"and bring it now plx"

next text

"but wait here so i can give u this one"

next text

"Plz mom"

next text

"Thank u so much"


So dutiful mom shows up at school, has her called down to the office and it was all worth it to see her embarrased little red face, giggling all the while, with a hug, a kiss on the cheek and a comment from her that said... "thank you mom, I love you and have a great day"