But They're *All* My Friends

I never could imagine planning a "simple home party" for a soon to be 7 year old would be so difficult. She managed to choose Hannah Montana for her decoration theme, but that is it as far as definitive plans. Every day she is changing her mind about the "theme"....first a pool party, then a doggie party, and now a pajama one. Ok, it will be in less than 2 weeks and we *need* to write the invitations. Which brings me to the hardest part of the party. She just *can't* bring herself to eliminate some of the guests. She wants to invite 25...yes that is not a type....25 friends. I can not fathom that many 7 year olds in my home. I'm thinking 8 friends. But bless her soul, they are all her friends, and she just can't bear to have any of them not come. It must be nice to be so popular.

My Birthday Present

The debate is over, or at least for now. With much prodding, my husband did go out on his own and get me a birthday present. This little Roomba will clean up after my kids messes. I guess I should mention that vacuuming was another "lost" skill. But I suppose beggars can't be choosers. I've let him off the hook for our anniversary next week, but the try challenge will be Christmas.

The Great Gift Debate

I decided about a year ago to stop being an enabler for the people in my life. I figured it would allow my children to become more independent and confident. Also, it would relieve some of my stress of doing everything for my family. The most resistant to this change seems to be my husband. Now I realize he works hard all week, and I do the majority of the indoor chores. But since moving here, he has no desire to learn how the dishwasher, dryer, clothes washer, irrigation timer works. Ok, I can handle that. But in the last few years I have been solely responsible for acquiring presents, even Mother's Day for his mom (not to mention myself). In here lies my newest struggle. I am now refusing to purchase my own presents. I want sentimentality, damn it! I have free reign over money, so what good is it if I already know what I am getting? Gifts are suppose to be about the thought, so if he doesn't give me anything, he doesn't think much of me. I know, I know, I should be grateful he loves me, has supported me these past 7 years while I've been at home, blah, blah, blah. I want something to show he took a little bit of time to think about me. We'll see if I win this battle.

Pissing the Night Away

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fm4iU0yx9GY

Ahh reminds me of my drinking days.....

Come everyone I can't hear you..... I get knocked down, but I get up again...

Gotta love those one hit wonders

Gamers Unite!

Club Penguin. My son loves this site. I guess I have no one to blame but myself. I have been playing on Club Pogo for years now (and whenever he gets a chance he plays too). So now my darling son wants his own Penguin membership. Ahhh, Generation Plugged In. I guess I will relent, only if he keeps his grades up. Stickers aren't good enough rewards anymore.

Email Rant

I know I should feel blessed by the amount of email I get from my friends, but there are times I think my inbox has exploded! I get those annoying forwarded "angels" and "good lucks" and "if you are a Christian you will forward", and the "Obama is a (fill in the blank) make certain all your friends know". I have the personality of a rose, Elmo, a cat, and probably will have bad luck for the next 50 years. I do enjoy a good joke and some funny YouTube clips, so keep those coming. But really people, there is a delete button, please feel free to use it. Because obviously I am your friend if you are emailing me, I don't need to send it back to prove it to you.

My Favorite Poem

I can't beleive I still remeber it. We had to memorize a poem for English Lit, so here it is:


When We Two Parted

When we two parted
In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted
To sever for years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
Colder thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold
sorrow to this.

The dew of the morning
Sunk chill on my brow-
It felt like the warning
Of what I feel now.
Thy vows are all broken,
And light is thy fame;
I hear thy name spoken,
And share in its shame.

They name thee before me,
A knell to mine ear;
A shudder comes o'er me-
Why wert thou so dear?
They know not I knew thee,
Who knew thee too well:-
Long, long shall I rue thee,
too deeply to tell.

In secret we met-
In silence I grieve,
That thy heart could forget,
Thy spirit deceive.
If I should meet thee
After long years,
How shall I greet thee?
With silence and tears.

by Lord Byron