Pretty soon I'll be soaking up the sun! 

If I had a perm and blow-dried it upside down, this is what my hair would look like! Actually, my hair DID look like this in 1988. My Mom has the pictures to prove it. Phil, I think you look like a spector! 

I thought this was a funny picture! 

can you believe his teacher made him wash his hair in the sink when he got to school because his new "faux-hawk" hairstyle was "too distracting"? I think he looks ADORABLE! 

The Mother Daughter Brunch

Yesterday I attended this event with my daughter and my mother. My mother rather forcefully coerced me to sing a duet with her. I wasn't even sure I was going to be able to go, and was planning on just telling her to take my daughter, oh no, she had it set in her mind that we were singing together, so that's just what we did. It went well, but not great in my opinion because the song titled I Hear Music was really not in my range, a little on the high and pitchy side for me personally, but we got through it. I had an intersting conversation with my daughter as we sat there munching on our muffins and strawberries. She asked me if I was glad I had a daughter. I replied that it was the one thing I wanted more than anything else in the world. I have two boys, and I just wanted at least one girl, and I got one! She said "Girls are easier to raise than boys aren't they?" Oh HAH! Not even close, I said. She is by far the more difficult and challenging offspring in this family. I told her this and she agreed. I asked her if it was because she was so smart and she just shrugged her shoulders and said she didn't know. But that must be it, or maybe she just has that spirit of rebellion in her that she inherited from me. If that's true, then the next eight years are going to be so much fun!

I swore when I became a parent that I wouldn't be like my own parents and give my kids something to rebel against. For them it's fundamentalist religion and it's only in the last five years that I can say that I have made peace with that, and that I have found a level of spirituality that I am comfortable with. I also swore that I would never force my own kids to go to church if they didn't want to go, but there are times when I do just that. Why? Because if they don't go it makes Grandma mad. Which by the way, it's now 10 AM Sunday morning and we obviously aren't going today because Grandma is out of town to see my sister and her new baby so she isn't there right now to be dissapointed that we decided to play hooky from church. Someday I'll write more about this whole subject but I'm gonna stop now. I'm in too good a mood. And trying to think back to when I was teenager and how I felt about this matter will just depress the shit outta me. And why do that? It's Sunday, it's nice outside, I have the day off, and I got one over on Grandma!

Book I Have Been Reading This Week: My Life With Mr.S by George Jacobs. It's the story told by Frank Sinatra's personal valet. I've read this book before and it's a fascinating tale. The best parts are about the trials and tribulations Mr. S went through when he was grieving over the loss of Ava Gardner. He even slit his wrists in total despondency. And then George was unceremoniuosly dumped by Mr. S, after twenty or thirty years of employment because he had to audacity to dance in a nightclub with Mia Farrow.

Movie I Saw This Week: Young And Pink 7. I shit you not. Sometimes you gotta do stuff like this to spice it up. And it's too convenient since the On Demand is working again. So here we were, supposed to be in the throes of arrousal and passion from viewing this spectacle, but lying there naked and munching on popcorn, making comments like "Wow, she looks bored!" Or, "Look at all her tattoos!"

Top News Story: There was a shooting over on South Street? Ah hell, I don't know, I haven't watched the news in couple days. Wow. I'm going downhill. I'm watching porn, I'm not going to church and not keeping up with current events. And I'll probably drink a few Sunny D and vodka's today to boot!

From Supervixen to... 

Ready To Work: Price Checks, Mossimo Shirt Folding, and Putting The Purses Back Where They Belong 

Geez I'm a Dork!

(Tommy Shaw)
Oh mamma I'm in fear for my life from the long arm of the law
Lawman has put an end to my running and I'm so far from my home
Oh mamma I can hear you crying you're so scared and all alone
Hangman is coming down from the gallows and I don't have very long
CHORUS
The jig is up the news is out they've finally found me
The renegade who had it made retrieved for a bounty
Never more to go astray
This will be the end today of the wanted man
Oh mamma I've been years on the lamb
And had a high price on my head
Lawman said get him dead or alive
Now it's for sure he'll see me dead
Dear mamma I can hear you crying
You're so scared and all alone
Hangman is coming down from the gallows
And I don't have very long
CHORUS


Oh, I wasn't even close, was I?

The Jig Was Up,la la la la, We're Finally Busted

Yeah I know, I should know my Styx lyrics, and if I was more inspired I would actually look them up on a site somewhere. Oh man, speaking of looking something up on a site: I am desparate to find out how the movie Sideways ends. Here I was, holed up in my room with my own bottle of vino (It was a very shitty "bordeaux" purchased for a mere 4 dollars at Aldi's of all places!) happy as a little clam to be left alone so I could watch a movie on On Demand, and immediately after what I thought was a nifty piece of dialogue "You didn't want tell me the truth because you wanted to fuck me first!" Then he says sadly: "No, Maya..." She counters with "Yes!" And THEN THE MOVIE SHUTS OFF AND SAYS IT'S FINISHED PLAYING! I tried to get it back in the "Saved Programs" menu but there is no Sideways in the Saved Programs and I'll have to pay 3.99 again to start the film. I'm too damn cheap to do that, and I figure I'll just wait till it comes out on HBO or Starz. Wait... I bet my Mom rented this DVD, she does this every week, maybe she knows how it ends.

Anyway! What I meant to write about is the fact that my boyfriend once again found my blog, threw a fit as usual, and we now have an uneasy truce concerning this. So yes, he'll be reading this (HI SWEETHEART!) and I will continue to post and say whatever the hell I want to because it's my journal.

Book I Have Been Reading This Week: I didn't read any books but I did read Vanity Fair and Playboy cover to cover. The best article was in Vanity Fair by Michael Finkle about a man who killed his entire family, escaped to Mexico, and claimed to be a journalist who wrote for New York Magazine (or was it the New York Times?) named Michael Finkle. So the real Michael Finkle meets up with the fake Michael Finkle in jail, and they form a bond. The best article in Playboy was about Marilyn Monroe which gave details and new photos from that infamous photoshoot where she is nude on a red velvet sheet. She only got paid 50 dollars for that!

Movies I Have Seen This Week: Besides Sideways, which I am not going to count because I don't know how it ends, Some Kind Of Monster. I loved this movie, but then again I love Metallica and had been looking forward to seeing this for awhile. It's on VH1 this month, and I may just have to check the website to see when it's on again. You know, honestly, I wasn't that crazy about the album St. Anger when I first heard it. But watching this movie made the album make more sense to me. I thought that it sounded like James had too many therapy sessions. Well, it turns out they ALL DID!

Hot Issue of The Week: It's still Michael Jackson. Oh and some stupid bitch decided to leave her four year old child alone all weekend, and then when she came home he was found playing outside the building somewhere in Chicago, she freaked out that he was out there and she strangled him to death. Nice.

Well I've got to go get dinner started. It's fried chicken and blueberry muffins and American Idol starts soon. It's down to Carrie, Bo and Vonzell. I personally would love to see Bo win. It think he is the best showman and deserves to win!

c'est moi 

That's my dog and my man! 

aren't they sweet? 

Oops I Almost Forgot!

What I am reading, listening to and watching this week!

Book I am reading this week: Broken Music by Sting. It's very good. It recalls his early days before he was famous. The thousands of gigs in shitholes, the failed tragic relationships, his overbearing parents. And of course, because it's written by Sting, you know there's lots of hundred dollar words.

Album I listened to most recently: I made a mix CD of the top songs of 1967. My favorite out of the 18 tracks I selected? Something Stupid by Nancy and Frank Sinatra.

Best movie I saw this week: Kansas City. It was on Starz. Jennifer Jason Leigh is a helluva actress and had a very complex role as Blondie, a wrong side of the tracks girl who kidnaps a local politician's wife to in order to get Johnny back from HIS kidnappers, members of the black underworld. But Miranda Richardson who plays the opium addicted Mrs. Stinson, who is unfortunately forced to tag along with Blondie until her husband can try to get Johnny out of trouble, manages to steal every scene she is in. She was my favorite character by far in this movie. And she was a fucking junkie to boot, and I still loved her! The music is great in this movie too. All jazz, all the time.

Hot issue of the week: Two girls were murdered in Zion, IL. A father killed his daughter and her friend tried to intervene, and he stabbed her too. Michael Jackson continues to dominate the newschannels, and even after all the denials and threats of lawsuits to US magazine, it appears that Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie really are together, and she was the little trampy homewrecker that broke up his marriage to Jennifer Anniston. Every tabloid story is a cautionary tale isn't it?

I Had To Leave Work Early Again... Revisited

Oh Geeze, I am feeling so down about this! As long as I have a special needs, medically fragile child who must rely on home health nurses I will have to leave my job early on a regular basis. This is one of the few negative things you will hear me say about him because I love him dearly and would go to the end of the earth for this child. However, my employers are getting a little weary at this point and I don't know what to say to them anymore.

Oh man, we had a doozy of a night on Saturday! I work at a large national discount store chain. When you close the store on Saturday nights, you don't leave until all the work is done; the signs are all taken down and all the merchandise put away. I got a call from my boyfriend at 10 PM saying I needed to come home at 11 because there was a new nurse at the house and the nurse who was supposed to come and train him called in. They wanted me at the house to train her. I told them they would have to wait. My boyfriend was there, she wouldn't be alone, she could sit with my son and get to know him a little, get to know the layout of the room, etc. But NO, she threw a fit saying she didn't feel comfortable with just the boyfriend. She was calling her boss. She was told that someone would be there.

So, once again, for the FIFTIETH time, I had to go tell one of the managers that I had to leave early. She was real pissy with me saying that she thought that I needed to have a talk with one of the higher ups at the store and it was getting to be a problem. I'm not mad at her. I understand her point. It's a business and she has a crew to run. Now, the assistant store manager has not had a little talk with me..yet. Maybe he will, maybe he won't. I have no idea what to say. Sorry doesn't seem to be the right thing. It will happen again. And again. No matter where I work.

A thought just ocurred to me: Why do I stress this much over a job that pays $6.75 an hour? I can get another minimum wage job someplace else next week if I wanted to.

The man and I have been getting along pretty well the last few days. That's a good thing. I didn't get anything for mother's day, and I think I should have, but he was very attentive to me and sweet (I don't have a problem with attention from him, as he is the most insecure boyfriend I have ever had) My daughter gave me a very nice homemade card that she made on the computer at her school. On the front there is a woman with big poofy red hair wearing a red shirt and khaki pants. That's me in my work uniform. (If she was going for true authenticity, I would have had a scanner gun strapped to my side and an armfull of Cherokee capri pants) It was very sweet and it made my day. Last week I was mad at my own mother, for telling me how to raise my children (how dare she!!!!) but I put it aside and bought her a pair of pajamas. It was either that, or a pair of Cherokee capri pants!