If You Can't Own It, Don't Do It!

Oh man I have lots to talk about! But first let me say that I GOT A PROMOTION AT WORK! It's a dollar more an hour (yippee) and it's more hours and it puts me in a position to go further in the store, plus it's Monday thru Friday, all daytime, and isn't that great? My hard work has finally paid off and I couldn't be happier!

You know what? I know I should talk about how my daughter got suspended from school for instigating a fight because that's the big drama that occured around here this week, but I don't wanna go there. Let's just suffice it to say that it happened, I'm pissed, but thank God the school years practically over. My youngest son, for whom I was lamenting over in the last post about having to go to the doctor and be put on medication for possible ADD, has begun taking Ritalin (a low dose) and his teacher thinks she sees an improvement! So I guess this wasn't so bad after all. Me, I don't see anything. I never did. But if the teacher thinks he's better then... maybe it's worth it.

I wanna talk about a dream I had the other nite. It's kinda funny (now) and disgusting and very telling about my own psyche. Now before I continue on I must say: Boyfriend, if you're reading this, I'm sorry. You ain't gonna like this part. But here goes: I was being seduced by another man. It's not a man I feel any attraction to or have had any kind of fantasies about so please don't worry about that and start accusing me of things I haven't done nor will I ever. The seduction was going along perfectly. I was ready to jump into his bed. I unzipped his pants and found something absolutely grizzly and macabre. His dick was mangled. He confessed to me that he had mutilated it himself. Then he grabbed some twine and began to tie up his balls and then they began to turn purple from lack of circulation. (Jeez! I can't believe I'm writing this, this is so gross!) I was mortified! But here's the really scary and telling part: I was prepared to fuck him anyway! I actually tried to! But I couldn't make it work, so I gave up and then I woke up. Why on Earth would I even try to continue? I think that what this means is that I'll put up with a lot. I'll tolerate shit from the man in my life that I shouldn't. Story of my marriage. And it's kinda the story of what's going on right now.

And what might that be? You see, while everything is rosy concerning my job, my boyfriend doesn't have one. We're both flat broke. He can't even drive his car right now because he let the insurance expire. I'm pissed. This isn't part of the deal, man! I pitched a fucking fit the other day about it, and he did sell a few things on Ebay, but it's like a band aid on a big gaping wound. I could go on and on about how mad I am that he quit working, but I know I'm right to feel the way I do.

Yep that was weird, wasn't it? But I had to talk about it. I just had to!

Best Movie I Saw: On The Waterfront. There's a reason why some old movies are still talked about today. It's because they're that GOOD. I think that this film would be just as relevant today as it was back then. It's a classic good vs. evil story and good triumphs in the end even against insurmountable odds. And it helped that it starred a very young and hot Marlon Brando. The score written by Leonard Bernstein jangles your nerves too. But that's ok. It's classic noir at it's best!

Best Song I Heard: We've Got A Big Mess On Our Hands by The Academy Is. We saw them LIVE last week as the opening act for Fall Out Boy(!). Yes, we took the kids to a concert and the funny part was that we didn't tell them. It was a surprise. I have no idea how we managed to pull this off but we did. My son loved all of it. My daughter... well, remember how in the beginning of this post I did mention that I could "go there" and talk about what happened but I don't want to because I'm in too good a mood right now? Yeah. It's like that about the concert too. I wasn't too pleased with her that nite either. That's all I'm gonna say.

Book I'm Reading: The Devil In The White City by Erik Larson. I've read this before and I loved it then. But what made me pick it up again was the fact that my Grandma is reading it right now too. It's about the 1893 World's Fair in Chicago and a parallel crime story about a serial killer who was operating at the same time.

Top News Story: A bird shit on George W. Bush while he was giving a speech. Ha. The Iraq war still looms and today is Memorial Day. Lindsay Lohan got a DUI and the cops found cocaine in her car. Here's my problem with her: She denies in every interview that she parties every nite. Yet, photographers catch her out there every time. If it was me, I'd tell reporters that yeah, I like to go out and have fun and if that involves alcohol and drugs so be it. Don't be such a liar! If you can't own it, don't do it! Rosie O'Donnell quit her job at The View because of a fight she had with Elizabeth. Yeah I know it got nasty and they have been quibbling over this for months but I think she should have been a trouper and stayed until her time was up which I think was for another month. If it was me, I would have made an agreement with Elizabeth that for the remainder of my time there we just wouldn't talk about Iraq anymore. But what do I know? There seems to be an article in The Enquirer every week about how toxic things are backstage at The View. That Rosie shouldn't have quit early over this is just my opinion. There's something to be said for holding your head high and keeping your dignity. There's plenty of folks who are on Rosie's side, myself included!

Well, time to go for now. We're going to the nursing home where my grandparents live today to celebrate Memorial Day. Should be nice!