Weekend Assignment #129: It Just Doesn't Make Sense! :

Weekend Assignment #129: It Just Doesn't Make Sense! :

Weekend Assignment #129: Write about something that makes absolutely no sense to you, or that you find almost impossibly ironic. This covers a lot of ground so let me make it simpler: Write about something you just don't get. You've rolled it around in your brain, you've thought about it, and it just doesn't add up. Yeah. Tell us about that thing. From the enduring popularity of talentless celebrities to people who put mayonnaise on their french fries (yes, I'm looking at you, Belgium), there's got to be something out there that makes you go, "huh?" Or, for the kids, something that makes you go "WTF?"

Extra Credit: There's a song playing in your head right now. Tell us what it is.
 

While out to dinner the other night, my husband announced that he thought he had another cavity.  Oh no!!  But that is okay, because he has his routine dental appointment next month.  My gripe is with dentists!! 

We both hate going to the dentist, but we go..with cement feet through the dental office's door.  What we both don't understand is why can't a dentist somewhere, out there in our big ole' world of dentistry invent some sort of sealant for our adult teeth that can prevent tooth decay?!?!  I have had my children's teeth "sealed", why can't dentists SEAL adult teeth?!  Is there some sort of conspiracy going on or what?!  I mean, there must be more that can be done!  Thank GOD we have dental insurance!

             

Yes, I have a dental appointment myself on Saturday.  I'm actually dreading the weekend because of it, BUT, I shouldn't complain.  My new dentist is very gentle and nice, and has small hands.  Nothing worse than having a dentist with big hands and bad breath, and extra nose hair...  Eww.. 

                                                  

By the way--I've tried mayo on french fries, and it isn't that bad John..  It's actually yummy, and very European-tres chic!  (It's a wonder how/why Europeans are so much thinner.) 

Extra Credit:  For some reason, that song, Saturday In The Park..by Chicago is ringing in my ear.  I think it's because I woke up with that song playing on the radio.  It's anoldie, andI like the lyrics..  Here they are: 

 

Saturday in the park
I think it was the Fourth of July
Saturday in the park
I think it was the Fourth of July
People dancing, people laughing
A man selling ice cream
Singing Italian songs

Can you dig it, yes I can
And I've been waiting such a long time
For Saturday
 

Another day in the park
I think it was the Fourth of July
Another day in the park
I think it was the Fourth of July
People talking, really smiling
A man playing his guitar
And singing for us all

Will you help him change the world
Can you dig it, yes I can
And I've been waiting such a long time
For today

Slow motion riders fly the colors of the day
A bronze man still can tell stories his own way
Listen children all is not lost
All is not lost, oh no, no
 

Funny days in the park
And every day's the Fourth of July
Funny days in the park
Every day's the Fourth of July
People reaching, people touching
A real celebration
Waiting for us all

If we want it, really want it
Can you dig it, yes I can
And I've been waiting such a long time
For the day

As for me, I won't be at the park..  I'll be at the dentist to finish my root canal.  Oh JOY!

 

Eveling

I just got some good news this morning!  I got an email from an old friend in the mail today.  My friend, Eveling--whom I haven't seen in like..gee, um..20+ years is flying down from Switzerland to visit family here in California this Christmas and we have made plans to meet again for coffee!  Yippee!!  I get to meet her and her husband and her little new baby, Nora! 

Eveling and I met in Campbell, California when we both attended business college.  We became fast friends--she was even one of my bridesmaids--(first marriage--I was very young).  She eventually transferred out and started attending, Stanford.  We basically lost touch for awhile, but kept in touch with Christmas cards now and then.  I one day did a Google on her out of curiosity, just to see if she was still living in the states, or back in her native Peru, but no, she was working at the World Bank in a very high profile job, attending meetings all over the world.  Now she is married and has settled in Switzerland with her little family which includes her beautiful little newborn, Nora that was born August 14th.  

                                              

I can't wait to see her again!!  YIPPEE!! 

Meanwhile this morning, I get a frantic call from my mother.

  "Julie, Nicholas will not step away from the T.V.  He is standing in front of the T.V. with his face pressed on the television tube, and he won't move!  I'm afraid he is going to go blind!"

Nicholas is being stubborn again this morning.  I called about 10 minutes ago, and I am happy to report that he is now away from the T.V. and is being a "little angel" now.  He is turning 3 in early November--I hope and pray that the "terrible twos" will turn into the "terrific threes!"  Wish me luck!! 

                                                            

Prom Time!!

 

                                      

OOhh..  I know what you are thinking..  It's too late for prom!  What are you thinking?Well, I guess it is, a little too late, but I'm going to a Prom just the same!

I just got an email from the radio station that I listen to, and I and 3 other guests are invited to 1980's & 1990's themed prom, called :  Last Chance Prom!  Totally Awesome, I know--like, TOTALLY!  Whoohhooo!!!  Did you go to your high school prom?  Well, I didn't..and I don't think my hubby ever went to his either, so, hey...never say never, huh?! 

What should I wear?  I may have to go looking in that closet at my mom's house.  The closet underneath the stairs that hold all those old clothes of my youth.  Perhaps I can find that bright pink taffeta dress I wore when I dressed up as Cyndi Lauper that Halloween back in 1985?!  Or, may be I can find that black dress I bought so long ago with the neon yellow belt that I called my Thompson Twins dress...  If I get dressed up, that means that Rich is pretty much stuck in dressing up too..but, guys are easy.  I wonder if I can get him to wear black eyeliner?!  Ha ha ha..  Wish me luck. 

                         

The best thing about this is I get to look like a fool, and dance the night away with husband man.  Any excuse to get out of the house, huh?  I'll get to dance to Culture Club again...awww...  Plus, I don't even have to pretend to chit chat with the other people there, because they will be complete strangers!!  Yahooo!!!  I have two extra tickets, and I'm not sure who I want invite, if anyone.  I'll have to think about that.  I wish my best friend from high school lived closer.. :(  

P.S.  Well, I didn't win the Mexican cruise from that other radio station...  But, oh well, at least I won something, hey?

ARTIST: Julie Brown
TITLE: The Homecoming Queen's Got a Gun
Lyrics  (I loved this record--my daughter enjoyed listening to it when she was a mere toddler.  Sadly, the record doesn't exist anymore, but it may be the reason why my daughter is so addicted to 80's music.


Hooooo - It was homecoming night at my high school
Hooooo - Everyone was there, it was totally cool
Hooooo - I was real excited, I almost wet my jeans
Hooooo - 'Cause my best friend Debbie was homecoming queen

She looked so pretty in pink chiffon, chiffon
Riding the float with her tiara on, tiara on
Holding this humongous bouquet in her hand, bouquet
She looked straight out of Disneyland

You know, like the Cinderella ride, I mean definitely an E ticket, E
 ticket
The crowd was cheering, everyone was stoked, was stoked
I mean it was like the whole school was totally coked or something
The band was playing Evergreen
And all of a sudden somebody screamed

Look out!  The homecoming queen's got a gun!

{Refrain}
Everybody run, the homecoming queen's got a gun
Everybody run, the homecoming queen has got a gun

Debbie's smiling and waving her gun
Picking off cheerleaders one by one
Oh Buffie's pompom just blew to bits
Oh no, Mitzie's head just did the splits
God, my best friend's on a shooting spree
Stop it, Debbie, you're embarrassing me
How could you do what you just did
Are you having a really bad period

{Refrain}

Stop Debbie, you're making a mess
Powder burns all over your dress

An hour later the cops arrived
By then the entire glee club had died, no big loss
You wouldn't believe what they brought to stop her
Tear gas, machine guns, even a chopper
"Throw down your gun and tiara and come out of the float"
Debbie didn't listen to what the cop said
She aimed and fired and now the math teacher's dead
Oh it's really sad but kind of a relief
I mean, we had this big test coming up next week

{Refrain}

Debbie's really having a blast
She's wasting half of the class

The cops fired a warning shot that blew her off the float
I tried to scream "duck" but it stuck in my throat
She hit the ground and did a flip, it was real acrobatic
But I was crying so hard I couldn't work my Instamatic
I ran down to Debbie, I had to find out
What made her do it, why'd she freak out
I saw the bullet had got her right in the ear
I knew then the end was near

So I ran down and I said, in her good ear, "Debbie, why'd you do it?" She raised her head, smiled, and said "I - I did it for Johnny." Johnny? Well like who's Johnny? Answer me, Debbie, who's Johnny? Does anybody here know Johnny? Are you Johnny? There was one guy named Johnny but he was a total geek, he always had food in his braces. Answer me, Debbie, who's Johnny? Oh God this is like that movie Citizen Kane you know where you later find out Rosebud was a sled? But we'll never know who Johnny was because like she's dead.

Everybody run, the homecoming queen's got a gun
Everybody run, the homecoming queen has got a
Everybody run
Everybody run, the homecoming queen has got a gun

Weekend Assignment #128: 9/11, Five Years On

Weekend Assignment #128: Share your thoughts about 9/11. You can remember back on what you were doing on the day or give some thought to how we think about it today. Thoughts personal, political or philosophical are all up for consideration. Tell us all what you think about when you think about September 11, 2001.

I live on the west coast, so when 9/11 happened, I was getting ready for work.  I was single, living in my little condo with my two kids.  The kids were eating their cereal, when one of them shouted to me across the room that something "crazy" was happening on T.V.  I ran over, and I was in shock.  I couldn't believe what I had just seen.  They had shown what was once the Twin Towers on fire. 

It was surreal.  While driving to work, after letting off the kids at school, I listened to the radio in total shock.  It was unbelievable, and I couldn't comprehend what was happening.  At work, people seemed to work in slow motion, and there was a lot of silence in the hallways.  My supervisor kept me up with what was going on.  "People are jumping out of the Twin Towers!"  she exclaimed.  It was so unbelievable, as if I was hearing of a movie or a story someone had written, or of an occurrance that was happening in some distant country, far, far away...

Distance can really make you feel immune in a way.  You can feel unattached to it, but it wasn't until I came home that day, did I realize how close, and how small the world is.  I heard of stories of terror, and a coming together.  Yes, there is a lot of hate in this world, but there is hope, and there is love--I could see it in the faces of the brave firemen and policemen,  on TV, and I could see it on the faces of the victims, their loved ones, hoping to see their husbands, wives, children, sister, brother, friend walk out of the building.  At the end of the day, it was a bit emotional, and I had a good cry.  I felt a little vunerable, and scared, and alone, as I sat with my kids that night on the couch.  They had questions, and my youngest no longer wanted to travel on a plane.  How can you explain what just happened to a 7 year old?  I worried about my parents who were vacationing overseas as well.  I think they were more worried for us.

Do you ever remember seeing so many American flags waving that year?  I don't, and I don't ever remember feeling more proud of being an American either. 

                                                

Two Words Only

 

 

You can only type 2 words....no more....no less.

From Brenda  at  Brenda's Way , by way of Princess Aurora!
                   

1.yourself: giggle/silly

2. your husband: serious/entertained

3. your hair: too long

4. your mother: helpful grandma

5. your father: miss him

6. your favorite item: pen, paper

7. your dream last night: don't remember

8. your favorite drink:  iced tea

9. your car: jaguar convertible (i'm dreaming, ok?)

10. the room you are in: cold office

11. your ex boyfriend/girlfriend: time wasted

12. your fear: sickness/loss

13. where you want to be in 10 years:  world traveler (hee, hee)

14. what you're not: superwoman

15. your best friends: Denise, Maria

16. one of your wish list items: clean carpet

17. the last thing you did: file searching

18. what are you wearing: denim dress

19. your favorite weather: sunny cool

20. your favorite zoo animals? bears/tigers

21. your thought for the day? quit job

22. your favorite book: too many

23. last thing you ate: cinnamon scone

24. your life: circus tent

25. your mood: reflective/cool

26. your body: long walk

27. what are you thinking about right now: date night

28. your crush: forgot name

29. what are you doing at the moment: taking break

30. your summer schedule: it's over!

Come on... give it a try!

These Dreams

I've had some really nutty dreams recently.  During one dream in particular, I hit Sarah Ferguson (Fergie) with a frisbee.  It hit the back of her head.  I can still see that grin of pain in her face as it happened--as if someone took a snapshot of it.  Very strange.  I don't remember actually playing frisbee, however, I know that I was the one who did it.  I woke up, told hubby about it before he went off to work, and then apparently, I went back to sleep and had more dreams that morning...

The other dream I had was a bit frightening.  I had a dream that I was in my mother's home, in my old room, and I was single again---this thought scares me already.  Well, in the dream, I'm been haunted by a ghost.  This "ghost" is apparently trying to make me lose my mind.  I don't exactly remember what it did, but it involved moving items out of my purse--important stuff, and hiding it around the room.  You know that movie Ghost, (with Patrick Swayze---yum) where he is driving his "friend" (the guy who had him killed) crazy?  He is alone in his office trying to find the "lost money", and suddenly, the typewriter keys are typing on all the computers at once???  Well, it was something like that.  I have no idea what this dream was suppossed to represent, but I will tell you that I was very happy to realize eventually that it was just a dream, and not real.  What a relief! 

It's been another busy weekend, and I hope that next weekend I will be able to just sit down, relax, and go out with my hubby bear.  Saturday was my daughter's birthday party, and yes, I even went jumping in the jump house--something I recommend everyone on doing once in their lifetimes--very thrilling.  Sunday was spent mostly cleaning after the party.  After decorating with the streamers in my kitchen I discovered how dusty my kitchen curtains had gotten, so I took them all down, and proceeded to take the ones down from the family room.  Those curtains from the family room were even worse.  They have been hanging there since we moved in (3 yrs ago!) and who knows how long they have been hanging there.  I should just replace them--they don't match with the carpet anymore...  So, I went on a cleaning frenzy that continued until late in the evening, as I put the clean curtains back on the rods with help of husband. (Yes, I love him.)  We then sat down and watched Big Brother--very disappointing.  Am I the only person out there that hates CHILL TOWN?!  I can't stand that doctor--he is so hard to look at.  His white complexion makes me go blind.  I think Janelle should win.  I hope Erica kicks "Boogie's" butt--he is such a man-whore.

    eeek....it's a ghost!!!!  

Anyway, Monday I went with the kids out to see the Arts and Tapestry Festival at downtown San Jose.  It was interesting--lots of pretty art on display.  Andrew had fun getting the free samples from Mr. Peanut and the Spam Mobile..  Too bad I didn't have my camera--he really wanted to take a picture with Mr. Peanut.  I will have to remember next time.  Oh, and then there were those Celtic/Renaisance people who told me to "Release him!" when I passed by with the baby stroller.  What weirdos..  Sure people, I'll release my son out of the stroller, and you can chase him around the festival!  I think they were trying to be funny?  Oh, and then there were the psychics there too.  Been there, done that..  There is nothing I need to know anymore.  My future is there for only me to see. 

All that art around me, and I will add it was all pretty expensive art, really got me thinking.  I've always been a creative person---something inside of me is telling me to CREATE something (other than another child).  I have to take up something!  May be I will have to walk around Michael's again and be inspired.  I need to make something!!  I need to take the time to do it...that is the problem.  Oh well..I will have to think upon this some more..

 

Weekend Assignment #127: "Goodbye Summer" Haiku

Weekend Assignment #127: "Goodbye Summer" Haiku :

Weekend Assignment #127: Write a haiku saying farewell to summer. A haiku, as many of you know, is a poem of three lines, with five syllables in the first line, seven in the second and five again in the third. Simple and fun, and anyone can do 'em. You can do more than one if you want. As a bonus, technically speaking haiku are supposed to feature seasonal imagery, so we've got that going for us this time around.

Extra Credit: A picture of a fun summer activity you're saying goodbye to for another year.

Okay, here is a Haiku for you:

 

Summer at the beach

Sandy shoes, and suntanned feet

Fall moon sets on tide

It's getting chilly

Where has my summer sun gone?

My ice cream cone melts

Labor Day Weekend is always celebrated at our house in a big way.  This year will mark the 18th anniversary that I was in labor with my first born:  Elizabeth.  (She's the girl in the pictures sporting the rainbow afro wig.)  She was a good baby, and was born right on her due date!  We won't be at the beach this year.  This year were doing it at home with a Jump House--yes, that is what she wanted. 

Have a good holiday!!