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......a unique ray of light, love, babies, puppies, kittens, hope, inner beauty, peace.....blah, blah, blah.....

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Hey Dad.....It's October 20th and you would have been 69 today. I think about you all the time. I miss your corny jokes. I miss you......

I had 2 1/2 glasses of wine at my gig tonight so here is some useless blather.......

1) My friend is the "Home Depot" announcer and I heard him 4 times on the radio while driving home tonight.

2) I'm not young, I'm really not that hot, nor a babe....SO....why does the guy in the silver Corvette drive around again, while I'm loading my gear in the car, after my gig is through? My guitar player has already chased him off once and he still drives around to say stuff to me? Does he think that I'm desperate? What the hell? Oh yeah, sure buddy, you drove around the block twice, Wow! I'm impressed.... so I guess I'll just jump in the car with you! Really, does he think that I'm gonna just go over and start chatting with him, in the middle of the night, on an empty, dark street? It's 12:30 a.m., for the love of God! I just don't get it!

3) Tom Petty sings about "Reseda," where I grew up as a kid, in the song "Free Falling." I heard that on the drive home too.

Useless blather. Be very glad that I don't have more wine induced posts......

It's always great when you do a singing demo, you work with singers who are not only great singers, but are your really good friends and you make decent money for the day. You're doing what you love. You're getting paid for it. Yay! What's not to love about that? This is usually how it works out for me when I do get hired for a demo......

It's not great, however, when you do a demo for an asswipe 6 WEEKS AGO, who tells you 6 WEEKS AGO that he'll pay you very soon (Ha ha!), who owes you $300 and you go to the mail box today (6 WEEKS LATER) and there's only a check for $200. It's, also, not great when you have to call him and tell him that you have a problem with the amount and he says, "Oh, there was a mistake, Love (gag!), I'll have my office send you the other $100 right away, Hon, (barf!)."

I'll let you know in 6 weeks if I get it or not! Grrrrrrrrrrrr!

NEW EDIT: I got my $100 dollars in the mail today! (Friday, October 20th)

I'm having a battle with depression right now. It's been going on for the last week. It's so tiring.
I feel like I want to cry all the time. And I have to talk myself out of it. I can't go back to bed. I have to live my life and perform all of my duties and function as well as I can but it's just hard. Anyway, blah, blah, blah....poor me....wah, wah! This too shall pass but it's just hard when I'm in one of my cycles. Thanks for listening.

.....you are driving home from a gig at 1:30 or 1:45 in the morning?? (.....as I know many of you do most nights...Hee!) You've had a good gig. Yes! You've had a couple of glasses of red wine. You love the place that you're singing in. You love your guitar player. You love the songs you're singing. Yeah, it's a love thing. Anyway, I'm off the subject. So. You're driving home thinking about things. You're thinking...."Wow. Tomorrow I have a midterm in English....bah! I'll be okay." You're thinking... "Wow. Tomorrow I'm going to be tired from not having much sleep...bah! I'll be okay." You're thinking...."Wow. I'm hungry. It's been a long time since I've had dinner. Oh, cool. I'll have that Oroville Reddenbacher Cheese Popcorn that I bought at the market on Monday.....yum!" You drive for 45 minutes....Oroville is calling your name. You pull into the driveway. You're thinking...."Wow. I can almost taste that popcorn." Then you get inside, open the box and it's popcorn that you have to pop and then SPRINKLE the "effing" "fake" cheddar cheese on top of. You're thinking...."Wow. This is not okay. This is "effed" up!" But you eat it anyway......???

Yep. Next Wednesday is our first history mid-term and....well.....I AM FREAKED OUT! I AM FREAKED OUT! (hyperventilates while eye twitches) I AM FREAKED OUT! FREAKED! (hyperventilates) YES, FREAKED OUT!

I don't know if I made myself clear at the beginning of this post, but I'm a bit stressed about the history midterm. I cannot explain to the teacher how my 9-year-old child sucks every last healthy brain cell out of my head. I cannot explain to her that I can barely find my keys or my glasses let alone remember why the Stamp Act was put into use. I cannot explain to her that everyone else just got out of high school and remembers all of this and that I haven't been to high school for "mumble, mumble" years!

50% of the grade will be on the multiple choice questions which I will probably do all right on. The other 50% will be on one of three essay questions (we won't know which one until the day of the exam.) I'm just going to have to do LOTS and LOTS of studying over the next few days........

I'll be happy if I walk away with a C. I'll let you know how it turns out......(she said shakily while trying not to hyperventilate once again.)

. . . . . (even though she's actually a Dane) apologizes for tagging her blogger friends! GEEZ! To quote a blogging friend of mine: "Grumpy old bloggers!!!!!!"

I'm SO excited. I've NEVER been tagged and Loralee just honored me with my very first tag!
Yee haw!! (Yee haw????) Okay.....here goes......

Have you had sex in the past 24 hours? No
Are you gay? No, I like the other team's equipment, but I have had my little lesbian fantasies
Do you have hairy legs? Usually. I hate shaving and I ALWAYS cut my legs.
Do you smoke anything? No. My dad died of lung cancer and I think smoking is evil.
Do you like monkeys? My son is a monkey and I love him more than life itself.
How many fillings do you have? 5 or 6. Of course, one of them has fallen out and I have a great, big, gaping hole in my molar.
Would you rather swim in the ocean or a lake? Ocean! I'm terrified of the ocean but I love it too. It's a love/hate thing.
Have you ever licked one of those square batteries? No, and as Ms. Choate asked WHY??
Have you ever read the Bible? Not much. I tried at one point, to read some every night, but there were too many names and too many people "begatting" people. I couldn't keep up.
Did you ever go to Sunday School? Yes. Once had a minister tell my friend and I, who were giggling in the back, that...."the last girl who did that (giggle) in my class got in a car wreck." Yeah. That's the way to keep 'em coming back to Sunday School.
Do you wear a lot of black? LOTS of black. My favorite color to wear. PLUS it's slimming.
Did you ever bring a weapon to school? No....unless you count my rapier sharp wit.
Have you ever hugged a tree? I think I did once.
Do you know what a sphincter actually is? Yeah.
Describe your hair? It used to be luscious, thick, curly and beautiful. My hairdresser once called me a "walking billboard" for her. Now it's dry, frizzy and gray. It's still thick though!
Are you a wildbeast? Used to be. Now I'm a domestic pet.
Do you like to have fun? Um.....does the sun rise every morning??
Do you like drama? No. I've had my quota.
Have you ever taken a bong hit? No
Do you like mayonnaise? Yes.
Are you afraid to die? No. After watching my father die I'm alright with it. I'd have to say that what does freak me out a bit is the thought of something so familar (i.e. your body, lungs, kidneys, etc.) shutting down and any kind pain that will be involved.
Do you like playing in leaves? I did when I was a kid. Haven't done it in awhile though.
Have you ever peed your pants as an adult? Yes
Have you ever thrown up on somebody as an adult? Yes.
Are you an adult? Sometimes.
Ever won a spelling bee? No.
Do you ever eat because you are depressed? HELL, YES! And by the size of me it appears that I'm depressed a lot!
Are you a television addict? No
Do you think OJ was guilty? HELL YES.
Do you enjoy spending time with your mother? Yes. As much as we drive each other nuts we do laugh a lot and have great conversations.
Have you ever had sex in a hot tub? No, but I gave a BJ to someone in one once.
On a swing? No.
Do you like Elvis? Could take him or leave him.
Do you enjoy watching animals do it on the Discovery channel? Not really, no.
Ever been hit on at a zoo? No.
Have you ever had sex with a total stranger? Yes.
Do you enjoy the calming effects of turkeys? When I'm stressed I always conjure up the vision of several turkeys.
Does your mom think someone is hot? Yeah. Johnny Depp.
Are you a sugar freak? Yes.
Ever been arrested? No
Ever commit a crime and get away with it? Depends on what you're calling a "crime."
Do you like orange juice? Yeah. Mixed with cranberry juice and ice....mmmmmm!
What sign are you? Cancer
Ever do the party boy dance in front of the elderly? I don't even know what the "party boy" dance is and I am the elderly.
Where do you wish you were right now? At Disneyland with small child and small child's dad.
Did you enjoy this? Yeah. I think crap like this is fun and it's even more special cause LL tagged me!

Tagging: Erin, Sharon, Barry, & Alex.....(who now hates me for life and thinks I suck. But I CAN'T WAIT to see his answers.....)

Yes. It's true. Darth Vader is watching the "It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown" DVD in my bedroom right now.

I just had lunch with another soccer mom. She is the mom of one of small child's team mates.
She is real, cool and a pleasure to talk to and we're just getting to know each other. She is, also, the manager of our kid's soccer team. We were discussing the "tyrant" that coached the soccer team at last Saturday's game. Our kid's regular coach couldn't be there, so he asked one of the boys father's to fill in. I would have been fine had the invited father actually done the coaching but one of the other father's "volunteered" to help. The invited father never got a word in edgewise.

"Volunteer/tyrant" father TOOK OVER. "Volunteer/tyrant" father was yelling at the boys left and right. Of course, small child's father and I were on the other side of the field, so we didn't really know what was going on, until toward the end of the game when "volunteer/tyrant" father yelled a very loud and angry "DAMN!" because the boys weren't playing the way he thought they should be playing. "Volunteer/tyrant's" own son was hurt during the game. He was holding his knee and crying (This boy hardly ever cries, mind you) and I heard "volunteer/tyrant" father say, these actual words, "Is there any blood? No? He's alright then put him back in the game." His son was, also, crying after losing the game. "Soccer mom/team manager" said to him, "It's okay. We lost. It's okay. What's wrong? Why are you crying?" And "volunteer/tyrant" father said, "He should be crying. The team lost, it's not okay! There's nothing wrong, he just should've worked harder." Okaaay!!?? These boys are 8 and 9. EIGHT & NINE! Do we have to subject them so early to the "he-man" mentality? Do they all have to aspire to being the Marlboro man or the Terminator?? Can they not just cry if they're hurt or disappointed? Can we not acknowledge this and still make them fine soccer players?

Anyway, I digress......supposedly, according to "soccer mom/team manager," she over-heard "volunteer/tyrant" father trying to give small child a stern lecture. Small child has challenges with focus and listening. He has had these challenges since he was tiny and he is actually making headway in this department. It's not easy and I acknowledge that it's frustrating sometimes, but we don't yell at him for it. "Volunteer/tyrant" father was frustrated with this and was aggressively trying to address this with small child. (Yeah, like he's going to "magically" transform small child.) I asked "soccer mom/team manager"if small child was scared of "volunteer/tyrant" father, and she said that he was not at all afraid of him and his yelling. According to her, small child kept asking questions of "volunteer/tyrant" father and was very respectful. For example:

"Volunteer/tyrant": "BLAH, BLAH, BLAH, BLAH!!!"

"Small Child": "Blah, blah, blah blah???"

(Repeat above a few times)

Finally, this conversation ensued:

"Volunteer/tyrant": "I'll bet you don't speak to your parents at home like you're doing now."

"Small Child": "Yes. I do. (Of course if he's fresh he get consequences, but he's allowed to ask questions.)

"Volunteer/tyrant": Well, I'll bet you don't speak to the teachers in school like this."

"Small Child": "I'm home schooled."

"Volunteer/tyrant": SILENCE

He sent small child out onto the field and was overheard saying, "He doesn't go to parochial school. The parochial school kids listen." Yeah. That's it. Let's box them all up and pretend that they're not individuals. Let's pretend that they all are supposed to think alike, act alike, learn alike, be alike....like little robotic Stepford children. Let's pretend that not one of them has special individual talents or challenges. Let's pretend that they should all believe every single thing an adult says without ever being allowed to ask questions. I'm sure that "volunteer/tyrant" father doesn't appreciate small child's father's and my parenting skills, just as I don't appreciate his. His child is a wonderfully, sweet child who is an exceptionally talented little soccer player. This child is also an over acheiver and I can see how he wants to please and meet his father's expectations. It hurts my heart.

One of the lessons that small child's dad and I have always wanted to teach our child was to RESPECTFULLY question authority. I cannot tell you how wonderful it was to hear this story today. That my spirited young child held his own RESPECTFULLY. That he questioned, RESPECTFULLY, the authority of a big, over grown, Napoleon complex, tyrannical, adult-bully. He was not afraid or intimidated by the "volunteer/tyrant". He was not taking "volunteer/tyrant's" word as gospel and was spirited and independent enough to ask questions. My heart is full and I'm very proud of my son today.

Please note: "volunteer/tyrant" WILL NOT coach small child again.

I really love Halloween. It takes me back to childhood: Trick-or-Treating, carving pumpkins, haunted houses, candy, more candy, (did I mention candy?), costumes. Costumes. Yeah.

See, when I was a kid my Gramma made our costumes. Really great, beautiful, attention to detail costumes. I was a harem-girl one year and a princess another. My mom would put a little make-up on me: eye shadow, mascara, lipstick. Man. I was glamorous and all for a considerable low price. Today small child and I went to "Halloween Headquarters." They're chain stores (at least, around here, in the Bay Area they are.) $49.53 for him to be Darth Vader this year. Yeah. You heard me. $49.53. And, honestly, small child really does not ask for a lot of "stuff" so I'm certainly not going to stifle his dreams of being "the evil villan of all time" for Halloween.

Here's what we got for $32.31:

1 cheap ass jumpsuit with faux "Darth" controls painted on the chest area
1 cheap ass "Darth" belt that ties in the back
1 cheap ass cape
1 cheap ass, cheap ass, cheap ass little plastic "Darth" mask

And because the Darth Vader costume package came sans gloves and boots I spent $17.22
for black kid gloves and fake boot covers.

Thank God that Gramma bought small child a talking Darth Vader helmet for his birthday last year. That would've probably brought the costume total up to $70.00! S-I-G-H! (Did I mention that I have a hole in one of my molars but I can't fix it?? But what am I supposed to do?? "Oh, sorry honey, there will be no Halloween for you this year because Mama needs that $49.53 to fix her tooth."??? Nah. Besides I'm working on "teeth fixing" alternatives......)

All complaining aside, I do like watching small child get so excited about and so into the holiday.
It is a night of magic and monsters and ghosts. It is a night of blood and demons and scary stuff. It is a night where your dreams of being anything that you want to be come true. And it is the one night where you send your child off to talk to and ask strangers for candy after a full year of telling them to not talk to or accept anything from strangers. (I don't know where I heard that but I think it's hilarious. I think it was some famous comedian.)

It's also wonderful to know that I'm making small child wear his Darth Vader costume every single day until next Halloween.

So. Small child and I are in Ross. You know, "I got it at Ross!" Anyway, I digress....
We are standing in the check out line and this lady behind us goes, "Excuse me. I just wanted to tell you how loving and patient you are with your son. It makes me feel like I should be more patient with my kids. I want to go home and hug them right now." I was flabbergasted and honored. THANK YOU anonymous Mom in Ross!