Margarita Mama

Facebook is scary.

I continue to stumble around my facebook page wondering why someone is having a party at my house. I had deleted my friend request email from Graziano. But on my facebook page, it said I had "3 requests". 2 were from Rowena, but one was my friend request, I guess I have to confirm or ignore it at Facebook. And you get to see a photo of your potential friend. Yikes!:

 

Under interests he lists simply "Women". I wonder what's behind the beaded doorway?

Skill: Creative Writing

That's what it says in the top left hand corner of this Hooty Owl worksheet Sylvia did around Halloween. Then the kids should write about what Hooty Owl might have seen on Halloween night. (I will transcribe the 1st grade writing to adult English, so you don't have to decode the words)

 

 

Hooty Owl sees the trick or treaters on Halloween night Smells trees hears people saying trick or treat trick or treat give me something good to eat if you don’t I will pull down your underwear

 

I'll bet Hooty's eyes were wide open that night!

How to lose a campaign in 10 speeches

At the show Tuesday night, Sylvia leaned over and asked her father which one was Savion Glover. (The dude in front with the Medusa dread-locks, duh). His shirt was hanging open at the top. Sylvia whispered in her father's ear:

"I'll bet he has a six-pack."

I realized a few weeks after Palin joined the McCain campaign that, for my children, as dancers, the term "Joe six-pack" did not conjure up some fat-ass drinking beer and watching a football game. To them, this probably made Sarah Palin seem like an even bigger idiot than she already is. I mean, who goes trolling for hot guys in the audience while making a campaign speech?

The Verdict

After a few days of trying out the Facepage (Ha, ha, I know, I called it that in my head once); got myself a few old friends, checked out their friends, rejected one request for a friend, etc; I have to share my assessment of Facebook. For me, it does not feel like tool to keep up with friends, nor a place to make it a place where it's all about ME. There is way too much going on. I hate busy layouts with lots of stuff going on. (I absolutely hated WIRED magazine when it came out)

When I look at my Facebook page, I feel as if I were in a really crowded room, overhearing multiple conversations; and there's a rock concert going on in the next room.

Score of the Month

I have been wanting this mirror for 3 years. After we furnished our dining room, I couldn't find it anymore. Then I walked into Pottery Barn the other day, and my mirror was hanging on the wall AND it was 50% off! My dining room looked at the mirror after we hung it up and said "You complete me."

The things my children will never know

I've started a list, just for fun, of all the things from my own lifetime, that my children don't know about. It takes my breath away, as a young mother, to see how quickly everything changes. I'm only 35, yet I can't believe I didn't have internet access when I was in college. How did that work?

Here's a good one from the other night. Sylvia was eating corn on the cob. She was taking bites randomly all over the place. I told her about a friend of my mother's, when I was a child, who taught me to eat my corn on the cob, straight across and when we got to the end she would "ding" like a typewriter. Then we'd push the corn back to the beginning and go again. As soon as I said "typewriter", I interrupted myself and said "Do you know what a typewriter is?" And she said "No." AUGH! After describing one, Sylvia said that she had seen them "in the movies".

I've got  a list, and it seems to grow weekly. And I'm only talking about from my generation to my children here. I have a hard time imagining what the world will be like when I'm 90. Am I going to be this doddy old lady who can't figure out all the new-fangled technology?

That's 953% MORE than other websites who took this test!

Created by OnePlusYou

Seriously, the only reason it's this low is because at one point I was trying to curb the gratuitous swearing.

Another Year Over

And a new one just begun. That song really sticks with me this time of year, especially the "What have you done?" part. You can argue with me until you burst a blood vessel that it's trite to evaluate one's life in the new year, it's just another day, etc... With my birthday on January 7th, there's just no hiding from it. "It's been 12 months bitch, what do you have to show for it?"

Every year on my birthday, especially since having kids and a house, I wake up and I have no desire to celebrate. Not because I'm sad about getting older. But because it's a week after New Year's and there's still Christmas crap all over my house. By the 7th I am SO over saturated fats and completely uninterested in cake or ice cream. Seriously, I just ate 1,000 cookies, or the equivalent of 2 lb of butter. It doesn't make me sad, I just have a list of things to do, following a couple of weeks of ignoring that list of things to do.

Today I have to get the lights off the tree. I went all out this year and really wrapped them on. I got 1100 lights on the tree, instead of 400. So that's going to be a project. I need to clean out the fridge. And other things that are so over due, I actually WANT to do them. Don't get me wrong, when Mother's Day rolls around, my feet are up and my ass doesn't get out of that bed except to pee or get another book to read.

So, yay, it's my birthday. Now go pack up that gingerbread house. And after I get through this day, what will the verdict be? What have I done? I'd say it was a year of treading water, of keeping the status quo. Of course I want so much more than that. But for now I'll  be grateful that a new year's just begun, and all the possibilities that come with that.

13 Years of Marriage

No, he didn't dress like this when I met him. I know what you're thinking, but hey, at least he didn't decide to become a woman.

Heh. Actually, in defense of my husband, he only does the Elvis bit for the kids and I guarantee that Miguel has never been to Graceland and knows absolutely no lyrics to any Elvis songs (or any other song for that matter).

Quote of the Day

I told Sylvia this morning that her outfit would look "cute" with her new white sneakers. And she said

"Mom, I don't ALWAYS have to look cute!"

Um, too bad, you already do: