High School

Last night while waiting on my sleeping meds to kick in I had this fabulous idea; to write a memoir of high school. And after a few glasses of wine tonight I still think this would be fun. I'm going to write about each person and story I remember. I've been know to have a crazy memory, so beware. I'll divulge crushes, crazy conversations, wild weekends and many more. I'm not sure how long this will take or in what order I will go, but I do know I'm going to do it! Maybe, in the end it will be such a great story the two blog followers I have will propose a screenplay.
I will do my best to link my facebook friends to each story for their input, questions, or other side of the story.
Stay tuned, I think I'm on to something here.

mommy, momma, mommy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The screams are ear piercing and she knows it. We've taken away 5 polly pockets, 3 barbies, and the big doll house. All in the last hour of fighting with a 4 year old. At any moment her voice is going to go out or the neighbors are going to call the police. Guess it's time to dust off the parenting book and figure out what to do in a situation like this. Were just letting her cry and through a fit without acknowledging her behavior.

Just when I think its over she starts again....momma, mommmmmmmmaaaaaaaaa!



The worst part is she just wanted to sleep with me "because i love you mommy".

Sappy and Funny!

My lack of blogging is due to the inability to complete a thought. I have many stories from the Buffett concert to share, boring whines about the oil spill, the coolness and uncoolness of my job, but tonight I am going to reflect. You see, Friday ends a chapter in our life.
Ryan started at For Kids Only on January 6, 2007. She was six months old. She started the same day as Gemma, Myles and Thomas. Finn was already there but only be a few weeks. As she walks out the door on Friday, I am afraid I may shed a tear. This is the only place she has ever know, and It was never a child care center, it was school. She has risen in the ranks and made her way downstairs. She will leave behind Gemma, Myles, Finn and Thomas and a few other friends she's made along the way. This is the place she learned to walk, talk, paint and play with others. She has spent more time at FKO than at home.
For every end there is a beginning or is that vice versa? Whatever it is, Ryan starts a new school on Monday, and she will have to make new friends and abide by a whole new set of rules. She's way more resilient than I am and I know she will be fine. Perhaps I'm a tad bit jealous she gets a new start, a new opportunity to impress and a whole new audience.

So the funny Buffett concert story?
I've put it to music, what else but Margarittaville! All additions are actual events and describe my night:

Nibblin' on vodka soaked grapes
Watchin' the sun drape
All of those tourists covered in crude oil
listening to Scott’s cds
on the hotel lawn
Smell those brauts and onions hey they're beginnin' to boil
Wasting away waiting for Margaritaville
Searching for my lost shaker of salt
Some people claim that there's oil to blame
But I know it's BP’s fault
I don't know the reason
I wish I could stayed here all season
Nothin' to show but this brand new splinter
But it's a real bad one
A festered and fat one
How it got here I haven't a clue
Wasted after Margaritaville
Searchin' for my lost husband and friends
Some people claim that there's oil to blame
Now I think
Must be Bp’s fault
I lost my flip-flops
got a pair in the gift shop
had no shirt but Nicole gave me one
But there's booze on the party bus
And soon it will take us
to the Hotel so Scott hang on
Hang on
Wasted still from Margaritaville
Still searching for my lost husband
Some people claim that there's oil to blame
But I know this still Bp’s fault
Yes and some people claim that there's oil to blame
And I know it's our own damn fault