Millions of bloggers are busy compiling their “best of 2010 whatever” posts so they may properly reflect upon the year that was 2010. I’m sure some of them actually had a good 2010. I am not one of those bloggers, nor am I bitter or tempted to dwell. NO! Not me, the Melia, because that’s lame. Super lame. And I am nothing but not lame. Fo’ sho’ Ahem. 2010 wasn’t horrible. I just advise that the next time one of your Pisces BFFs says that she wants to spend...
I don’t want to sound all superior, but I wanted to state, on record, that I do talk to walls. Lessons in futility, that thing about insanity being the action of doing the same thing over again, expecting different results, etc. My wheels doth spin, and its frustrating, so I’m done. You’re done being vague? Hell, no. I want to be able to look back on this in the years to come and be like the rest of you… “what the hell is she talking about?” Awwww yeah. Its Sunday....
Now that I have your attention, let’s talk about me. You see, on Friday, The Twitches had their kindergarten Thanksgiving “program” that I now feel like I could recite myself after having seen it, in various forms, for the past 8 years. Albuquerque is a Turkey, yo. They piled the parents of 3 classrooms into a sectioned-off area of the cafeteria so we could all be frustrated and annoyed that we couldn’t see our brilliant younglings all dressed up in their paper bag “Indian...
I was reading a book about bullying to The Twitches last night, thinking about how much bullying has affected the lives of my own children. Bullies, the book says, can be boys or girls, children or adults. They bully because they don’t like themselves, because they want to feel powerful. Heh. “Do you feel like a man when you push her around?” the song says… Emo Boy was taunted as “gay” for wearing a leather jacket to school. Enigma is battling the bullies now...
Three-day weekends mess with my head. Most people look forward to them, but the fact is that no matter what is going on in the “real world” out there, I have to work or I don’t get paid, and that kind of pisses me off. Government and school holidays be damned, I want a Melia Day where I don’t tire my fingers out and still get a nice little gift or two. Melia, stop complaining because this is the job you wanted and you know you like the fact that you can be home when your kids...
