Busted

Forgive me, Sweet Friends. I have to take care of something today.

It has come to my attention that there are some people here, reading me, that are not here for noble or honorable purposes. And though this is a public site, they are well aware that they are unwelcome. They are spies, peeping toms.

Trespassers, I ask, respectfully, that you not return. Surely, by now you have read every word and either found what you wanted or can rest assured that since it's not here now, it probably never will be.

Please stay out of my business, as I stay out of yours.

My Hero, Laura

Will everyone please go and read our friend Laura's comment on my post, "Miss-Informed California"? She is hilarious and brilliant and pretty fly for a straight girl.

Del Mar: The Poor Man's Corona

My Great Love is drunk and blogging. I love her. If there's anything coherent in her post, I'll link it tomorrow.

She sent me to the store for more beer while humming a certain Jimmy Buffet diddy. Can anyone guess which one?:)

Miss-Informed California

Let me just go on and get this out of my system, "What in the fuck is she talking about?"

OK, I'm ready to be rational now. I know about "Opposite Marriage." I was in one for 5 years. Miss California may be surprised to hear that my "Same Marriage" is far more supportive, healthy, fulfilling, enriching, joyful and "right" than my "Opposite Marriage" was and ever had the chance to be. I hope that she, in her Sameness finds joy and that she shuts her stupid collogen pie hole about mine.

No Shit!

I was just trying to figure out an excuse to not take Faith to school. (Storm is sick and William and Ray don't go on Tuesdays. It takes just short of an Act of Congress to get all 4 kids in the van; and I just wasn't feeling up to it.) I was running through my mental list of friends who would be willing to pick her up on their way to school when Faith ran past gagging. She managed to choke out, "The kitten pooped on me." She did throw up a little, out of disgust, but that's good enough for me.

By the way, the kitten is a she, not a he as we originally thought. And her name is Mao. Ray stutter-stepped behind her saying, "Mao. Mao. Mao. Mao." for 3 weeks or so and we have given in. Mao it is. Dawn and I enjoy referring to her as "The Chairman." I told you Nerdy Girls Make Me Hot.

Tornado-ish

This is my den. Today, unfortunately, it looks very much like my living room, playroom, bedroom, kitchen, and bathroom. I'm swamped. After the washing machine went out and created a backlog of laundry and then Dawn and I both got sick and then Dawn got called into work all week and then Spring Break and then our biggest festival of the year (made bookoos, by the way!), the house is beyond repair. The problem is that even if I worked on it continuously it still wouldn't get clean because the 4 kids leave such destruction in their wakes. While I am repairing they are destroying. Adrienne Rich wrote something like, "The greatest frustration of Motherhood is doing jobs that are constantly undone." How true.

I'm seriously considering using some of my festival profits to hire a Merry Maid to help me climb out of the wreckage. Is that terrible?

Tap

We're trying to talk William into joining Faith in a Tap/Jazz/Tumble/"Creative Movement" class this summer. He's not convinced. We YouTubed Fred Astaire and Gene Kelly and the like. He thought all of that was hilarious, but was not inspired or enthusiastic about the class. Then we happened upon this little gem. We have watched it no less than 54 times. Faith, William and Ray laugh out loud every time. Ray does his little tap routine and Faith tries to shake William into submission. So far, he is not having any of it.

I hope you get a kick out of this.