(Back from Spring Break "Family Car Trip" 2011. All I can say is ' whew '.) Yesterday, while on a little shopping trip to pick- up glitter glue and paper, I took a side trip to the chip aisle for a little something crunchy. I over heard my daughter's young friend comment about Frankenstein on the bag of popcorn. Frankenstein? I looked at the bag and said, 'No. That's not Frankenstein. That's Einstein.' "Oh", she said. I fear for our future.
I'm completely editing myself and not writing what I'm really thinking or feeling. Too much. Too many thoughts and situations. Too much. Spring is officially here. That's a happiness. I'll hang on to that.
How am I to help guide my Teen through her "Peer drama", "I don't want to grow-up", "Leave me alone can't you see I'm not a baby any more?" filled life, when I absolutely hated being that age myself?! I was a chaperon for my daughter's 7th grade field trip to see the Alvin Ailey dancers at a stunningly gorgeous venue, the Arlene Schnitzer Concert Hall (for those of us old enough to remember it will always be known as The Paramount.) This was a city wide event for schools so we really needed to represent our neighborhood. Silly me thinking that the kids would make an attempt to dress up ever so slightly with maybe a shirt that wasn't so tight, or so low, or jeans that weren't so torn. Oh well, on with the show. There is a drawback (no pun intended) while living in a " City of "Bridges ", our bus was caught on a bridge on-ramp for a half-an-hour. I am already not a huge fan of this troop and this really put
I want to thank the young man who took me at my word that my daughter really did put $10 into the token machine yet didn't receive her token card thus creating a panic. Thank you. I want to thank the same young man who, 20 minutes later, explained to me how the ticket system worked and that my daughter has received her points, even though she thought the machine was broken and lost her points thus creating a panic and public meltdown. Thank you. And again, I want to thank the same young man who, 25 minutes later, tracked down my daughters lost point card in the computer system after we had retraced her steps, and looked in the garbage bin she had used to accidently throw away her $5.00 bowl (a whopping whole scoop!) of ice cream because she thought it was a table top, thus creating a panic and public meltdown. Thank you. I'm sure he was happy to see us leave.
While walking under the St. John's Bridge with my big, brown dog Benny I was drawn to getting as close to the river as we could. Benny didn't mind, he loves any opportunity to jump into any size of water - tiny puddle, to expansive ocean (but he hates the rain, go figure). While walking along a tiny span of beach I noticed the word "World" written in the sand. Then I looked behind me and saw the words in front of it, "Love The". Love The World. It is so nice to find hope in places you don't expect.
I've sold a few things on Craigslist and for the most part it's a fine experience. But ... I have to vent on those that don't quite get it. The most delightful transactions are where you post what you have for sale, someone responds with an e-mail asking "Is this still available? Please call me." You call them, tell them 'yes' and they say "Great. What's your address?" They arrive when they say they will, pay you the cash payment you specified, you exchange goods and off they go. All is right in the Craigslist World. But then there are those that Just - Don't - Get - It. Exhibit A.) Within my sales post of a $10 item I clearly state what part of the city I live in. I receive an e-mail stating "I'm interested. Please call." When I call I'm asked where I live, I tell them, they say they don't have a car and would like me to drive to their house and deliver the $10 item. They live 15 miles away. Um
My cat decided to scratch herself at 4:00 am. How do I know that? She was at the foot of my bed. And not only was she scratching herself she was kicking the foot board with so much power I thought someone had broken into our home and was hitting our bed with a hammer. ( Hitting our bed with a hammer?!? I don't know. It's 4 am... that was my first thought.) Cats. Ugh.
The hope of Spring coming soon is looking good. No rain today and temperatures are up a tiny bit. Yes! Let's be hopeful together and get started on our blog party, The Original Virtual Girls Night Out! *The VGNO blog-hop is for those who want to party "virtually" with other bloggers. Add your blog link to the link-up below, get on your fuzzy slippers, make yourself a cocktail, visit those that have left their blog link and have fun! Happy VGNO!* Time For Some Tunes! Donovan Frankenreiter "Glow" Time For A Cocktail! Green Hope Ingredients: 3oz. Vodka 1/2 oz. Bols® Green Curacao liqueur 1/2 oz. Bols® creme de bananes 1/2 oz. grapefruit juice 1 1/2 oz. lemon juice Directions: Shake ingredients with ice, and garnish with red cherries. Time For A Giveaway! I have a couple of fun giveaways on my review site Ann Again... and again Reviews . One is for the cutest darn baby food maker/food processor you ever did see, The Original Baby Bullet
So this is where Charlie Sheen gets his quotes! Sometimes I think I can read my cats thoughts, but with mine it's all about treats. These cats are deep! I wish my cats were as wise. Charlie, you're one lucky guy. I wonder what your dog is up to? (*from: " Cats Quote Charlie Sheen " )