What usually happens is I get some fabulous ( I think) blog idea and I run to the computer to jot it down, and some small person is esconced at the 'puter playing Dora and if I force them off, they stand behind me and talk to me, which is no so good for the concentration. I figure I will just get to it later. Unfortunately, by the time "later" comes around I remember the gist of the blog, but have no idea what the point of it was. I end up abandonning the idea and hope for something to strike me the next day, hopefully when all small bodies are either at school or napping. Thus far no such luck.
Today, I give a brief summary of all some of the things I planned to blog about but..well you know what they say about the best laid plans of mice and men...or bloggers and moms as the case may be.
- Judy Blume - How I love the Judy. You could probably say this was my first introduction to chick lit. I was 11 years old, but this broad got me. She knew the deal. She gave me Margaret Simon, and Sheila Tubman, and Iggy. Even when the thought of first periods and first bras and first kisses were enough to drive to distraction, she thoughtfully game me Tony Miglione, with his raincoat and his school books held just so in front of him. Bring on the maxi pads with the little pink belts, at least I didn't have spontaneous erections to deal with. I credit Miss Piskur ( grade 1 teacher) Mrs. Mazzie ( grade 2 & 3 teacher) and Judy Blume with turning me into the book worm I am today.
- Families - You know what, everybody has a wierd family. So get over it. You can't hide them, you can't make them go away. Learn to love them. Unsless of course your particular family is the Mansons, or your dad was the first to encourage people to "drink the Kool-Aid" they are probably no more or less wierd than onyone elses. Drop the self created drama, forget the revisionist history and make peace. You may need a kidney from these people one day.
- Men with Pony-Tails - If you must, sport what Kara likes to call a "ponis" could you please secure your locks with a plain black Goody brand ponytail holder and for godssakes return the scrucnhie to your wife, girlfriend or daughter so that she can distroy it immediately or drop it in the nearest vortex to be shuttled back through the time-space contunuum to 1982.