Showing posts from February, 2009

Friday Poll

Why have I been maintaining blog silence this week? I have no idea. For whatever reason, even though I've mulled over possible blog posts, none of them ever made their way to your screen. I guess it is called busy and tired, plus a soupcon of lazy thrown in for good measure. Yesterday, I had a really busy day that popped out of nowhere. I was pretty much on the go from 9:30 to 4:00, and that's fine. But it annoyed me somewhat that my day formed itself, rather than me having it formulated already. I don't like surprises, although I am adaptable. I am adaptable, but grumpy about doing so. Do you like to have your day planned, or do you just go with the flow?

Friday Poll

Well, no news is bad news. Who failed to poke their voodoo doll? Who? Oh yeah, you in the corner. I see you. It's all your fault. We didn't get into the school, although it is possible we are on a waiting list. I just don't know what place we are on it. With my luck, last. They have a "don't call us, we'll call you" thing going on, so I'll just have to wait. As for you, do you like mini-blinds, curtains, or wood blinds?

If You Ever Cared About Me...

I am asking you, begging you to get down on your knees and pray, light a candle, burn incense, put pins in your voodoo doll, or whatever it is you do when you are asking for a special favor. You see, at approximately 9am Pacific time on February 19, they will be picking through a lottery draw places for a particular magnet school. A magnet school that is a true magnet school, not just a pretend one. A magnet school that I think Mr. P would be so happy in, and would do so well in. I love everything about them, and if they pick his card, Mr. P is in! Err, it's just that there are dozens and dozens of people trying to get into 1st grade, and only so many openings since I should have tried to get him in at the kindergarten level. If I had only known. I could go, but Mr. P goes to school at 9:40 and even though a friend offered to take him to school so I could, it's just too much of a pain. Besides, I don't think I could handle the disappointment in person if he doesn'

The World is Coming to an End

Despite all protests otherwise, I'm now on Facebook and Twitter. But, under the auspices of TeenyManolo. So, add me and I'll add you! Cuz, you know I'm new to this stuff and it's easier for you to make the first move!

Music Monday

What can I say? I'm just starting to feel better after a week's worth of sickness. Both Mr. P and I were stricken by the flu, the kind which leaves a six year old napping on the couch in the middle of the day and refusing to eat anything. The kind that knocks an old woman totally off her ass and into bed. Poor Mr. P, he didn't even get to go to school for the Valentine's Day party, nor did he get to go with my parents this weekend, which was the original plan. Boo. So, on to something a bit more fun. I kid you not when I say that Hubba-hubba has requested that this song be played at his funeral. And for Liz, it's called "Harley David" by the Bollock Brothers, who I'm guessing aren't known for anything other than this song. This video never fails to crack me up. If you are easily offended by cursing and sexist language, then this video is NOT for you. And it is SO VERY NSFW or with little kids around !!!!

Friday Poll

What would you say is your special talent?

Toilet Paper Crisis on Aisle Three!

Let's just say that while I am a friendly mom (I'm one of the room moms after all!) I'm just not on a first name basis with all the parents of Mr. P's class. One set of parents in particular I've never exchanged more than a "good morning" nod with. Partly it's because usually the dad is the one doing the dropping off, and I sort of make it a policy not to be over-friendly with dads. It's just sheer paranoia on my part. Not because I'm so drop-dead gorgeous or anything, I just think it's bad form. Could be just me. Anyhoo... There is a drugstore located conveniently close to the school, and Hubba-hubba had informed me that we needed toilet paper. I don't usually buy my toilet paper at a drugstore, but I didn't need anything at Costco or Target, and I wasn't going to traipse all the way over to those stores just for some damn toilet paper. You are feeling me, I'm sure. So I get out of the car and I notice the dad I just r

Friday Poll

A conversation I had with Sonia today got me thinking... How hot does it have to be for you to put on shorts? For me, it's gotta be about 80 degrees (27C). I'm a native Southern Californian, and to my delicate constitution, 60 degrees(15C) is cold. Although it's gotta work the other way, right? I mean, I have to be more heat tolerant than people used to colder climates. There's gotta be an upside to it somewhere.

The Rich Get Richer

Jesus H. Christ. Am I the only fool in the United Stats who pays all my taxes ? Apparently, I am. Anybody know a good place to set up an offshore account?

Music Monday

I am doing this song as a favor to Hubba-hubba. This band was one of his favorites back in the 90's, and their album Foxbase Alpha was in continual play at his house. He has this "thing" for breathy female vocals. I tell them they sing that way because they can't actually sing. We also saw them at the House of Blues on Sunset Blvd. and they gave a decent show. A little too whispery for my taste. But, they have a much different sound than everyone else I've been featuring lately, so this should be a nice change of pace.