Thursdays Agenda

1. First Quarter Reports. Check. Two weeks late but check.

2. Exploding ovaries. They believe Mid had an ovarian cyst rupture and I am having fun with how many places can they make us run around for different tests. Welcome to my family medical history sweetheart! Ain't genetics a fine thing.

3. Fun with email. The Seamonkey doesn't use a personal email. So if he wants to sign up or make a statement somewhere, he uses what I call my personal public email. So he decided to stir some stuff up with the Surfrider Foundation, about a local issue. He isn't a member. He just thought they might be as worked up about this as he is. And they were. And started a whole campaign. And then he got in an argument with some woman in New Jersey, because you know they need a Surfrider in New Jersey because the waves are so rippin, who chastised him about a Cc to Our city council that included their secret plans, which,  I'm not sure why she was in on anyway because we aren't in New Jersey, but anyway, he told her he didn't participate in 'secret plans' and would do what he wanted to. Now my inbox is being inundated with Surfrider Secret Plans, and ticked off chicks who ride the Jersey Shore.

4. I'm way too busy to be here right now.

5. But this is IMportant! Watch this. If you're like me you will fall all over yourself laughing and then make everyone in the family watch it too. They will think it's funny but not as hysterical as you do, but still.

http://www.metacafe.com/watch/hl-60023286/portlandia_helicopter_parents_season_2/


 I can't possibly be the only one who sees how funny it is. I hope.
If I am, that's ok too. I'm having a great time all by myself.
Just tell me about your day.



P.S. Surfrider does a lot of good work. But what is life if you can't poke a little fun ; )

This post has been edited to reduce meaness. You remember, Hormones. Like a train wreck.

Works For Me

Biggest called.

She said:  Guess what I'm getting? I'm getting a Pig!

I said:  ok.....What Are You Going To Do With A PiG!~Where Are You Going To Put It!

DecentGuys mom just moved to a house on four acres and she said I could have a pig. It will stay there and we can visit it on the weekends.

Like Emmets Pig, I asked ? ( A childhood favorite of all my daughters)

Yes, she giggled, like Emmets Pig.

Are you going to name it King Biggest?

No, I'm going to name it Lulu Bell.

Works for me.


I woke up at five thirty in the morning and as I came down the hall Middlest stumbled out of her room half asleep. Her blanket thrown over her pajamas her hair disheveled. She stopped and and looked at me and then proclaimed, I found proof of the existence of God. To my also half asleep stare she continued, Raccoons. I didn't say anything so she went on. Animals, there eyes glow when head lights hit them at night and you know they're there and won't hit them. There is no reason I've heard of in evolution for them to have developed that. They don't need it nature. There haven't always been headlights. The only reason for that to happen is that something new they would need it.

I said: ok.

Works for me.



I'm on the back porch.

Littlest comes out and begins to juggle oranges while singing show tunes at the top of her voice.

Look, she announced! I just figured out I how to juggle oranges, but I have to be singing Memory from Cats or I can't do it. And I can only do two at a time. She proceeds loudly with oranges occasionally flying out and bouncing on the deck.

Below I hear the sound of scraping. Our new next door neighbors are cleaning up leaves within a close enough distance to enjoy the show.

I guess they had to find out about us sooner or later.

Later the dog brought me the new ball he found.

Worked for him.

As for me, I almost didn't notice because I have been extremely busy at work...and going on rants....and hating on bushes.....

I guess this time around the moon is on me.



Exceptional Moon Music




Oh! And someone found my blog by searching  'Last Brain Cell.'

My life is complete.


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It Has Arrived

I soon will spend days longing for rain, to take the sting out of the onset of the heat. It will be 90 degrees this second day of April.  Spring,  always heralded by the blooming Ligustrum, the scent reaching into the farthest corners of my brain. Tiny white blossoms blasting their damn poison in to every pore of my body, a plant that drives me to depression.  It only took me to the age of eleven to realize it. Each year as they flanked the front porch of my childhood home and sneakily popped into bloom my head would ache. My limbs feel heavy and encumbered, my thoughts becoming fuzzy and unfocused. Then the sadness loomed, overwhelming and all encompassing.

My mother would ask, "What’s wrong?"

  "I don't feel well". “My head hurts.”  “I'm tired."

"It must be the Ligustrum", she would say.

One day as I sat on the brick steps feeling like I was drowning in the thickness of my own lethargy, the sweet smell enveloping my head, I spied my fathers hedge clippers propped against the iron railings and the solution was as clear and immediate to me as breaking the surface of black water to find pure oxygen waiting.

When she came home, my mother eyed the bruised white carcasses strewn across the walkway and asked sharply,

"What did you do?"

I braced myself. Willing to accept my sentence to uphold my principles I looked her straight in the eye.

   "I killed them."

She stared for a moment at the hacked hedge. Her mouth seemed to twitch ever so slightly and I waited.  I waited for her eyes to narrow in anger.  Waited for her to grit her teeth and begin the tirade. Waited for her voice.  Her  lash of choice.  I stood waiting and then…..

She simply looked back at me for a moment, then turned nodding her head, and without another word walked up the stairs and into the house.

He said: I bought eight of these bushes to plant out front. They get about ten feet high so they will make a great privacy hedge. They grow fast and they are supposed to get little flowers on them in the spring.
When he saw my face he said: They aren't Ligustrum. The tag says something else.

I said: They look like Ligustrum. That's just a general name. There are different varieties.

No, he said, They're not Ligustrum.

Ligustrum (Japanese Privet)

Sometimes I miss the hell out of my mother.

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