Wish I coulda been there

My daughter spends Friday nights with her dad and step-mother. Actually, so does my son, and they actually spend Wednesday through Friday nights with them, and while this information has absolutely nothing to do with this story, it...well, has nothing to do with this story. My daughter's step-mom loves to do her shopping at the big, unnamed store I will no longer venture into. While no one sane is actually at the store. Or awake. My daughter goes with her because she can usually get a new lipgloss out of the deal. Last Saturday, their schedule changed, and the step-mom (we'll call her MKSM to preserve her privacy), her grown daughter, twin toddler grandchildren, and my daughter were at the store sometime a little later. Their party split, with my daughter staying with MKSM and one of the twins, and MKSM's daughter with the other twin. MKSM's cell phone rang. She didn't have her reading glasses with her (really? How can you read labels?) so she handed the cell phone to my 9yo daughter. "Em, can you read this for me?" It was a text from her grown daughter. With perfect enunciation, she loudly read: "I'm in the shitter by the shoes." Tweet

Freeway etiquette 101

Dear guy in the big, black truck: I tried to allow you to merge onto the freeway today. The #1 lane was full, or I would have moved over. I saw you coming, and tried to adjust my speed a bit. When I realized you were trying to pace and not merge, going exactly the same speed as the car I was driving with my nine year old daughter, I slowed, so that you could get over. I even waved you in, but maybe you didn't notice. After all, you were busy slowing down to 35. When I finally realized you weren't getting over, I sped up, so that I could get past you, since it's not really safe to drive 35 on a 65 mph freeway. Thank you for calling me a bitch so clearly that my daughter could understand.

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Cheater

Dear Blog,

I've really missed you. Yes, I've been cheating on you...with Facebook, Twitter, and now Google+. The time I have spent with them is time I don't spend with you.

That changes now.

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Today's Trending Topic

Such a sad day. I do believe that Casey Anthony had a great defense, and the prosecution suffered because they had no concrete cause of death. I think the jury took the state's burden of proof mandate seriously. Ms. Anthony will never really be free, and I believe she will be judged one day - by One greater than me. I am thankful it is not my job.

As hard as this is to say right now, I am glad that I live in a country where she got a fair trial, by a jury of her peers...and those jurors made an extremely unpopular decision because they believed it was the right one.

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No need to teach an old dog new tricks, when she can learn on her own.

I asked the associate at Best Buy what was so much better about the Sony Streaming Player than the Roku...they were out of Roku and she had just told me the Sony was "way, way, way better." She did repeat way three times. Not two, as that would have meant it wasn't fully awesomeized, I suppose.

"Ummm, let me go ask (so she bothered to tell me it was way, way, way better without knowing anything about it?)...ok, he told me all this technical stuff, so I'll just repeat what he said. It has more stuff on it, it's DLNA, and it's wireless."

Me: "Roku is DLNA compliant (not to mention wireless and with lots of its own stuff)."

Her: "Wow! You know what that means?"

Yeah. And in the last week I have also recovered my laptop and figured out the problem with our T1 at work - way, way, way before any of the technicians who get paid 18 times more than I do.

Not bad for an old broad.

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It is a Mother of a Day

Apparently, the position of the apostrophe was very specifically chosen, "It was to be a singular possessive, for each family to honour their mother, not a plural possessive commemorating all mothers in the world."

I don't care. I want to wish all the mothers out there a Happy Mother's Day, and I want to include those who stand in for mothers: foster mothers, aunts, even friends. To all the women who filled the gap (and still do today after all these years) after my own beloved mother passed, thank you.

I say a special prayer for the women who gave life to my two children, the foster mother who kept them safe and loved until God brought them to me, and to their stepmother. They adore her, and I am so thankful.

Last year I wrote this and it reminds me that Mother's Day is always bittersweet for me.

May you have a fabulous Mother's Day - Traditional or not.

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What I hate about my iPhone 4

The vibration, or complete and total lack of what any human could remotely call a recognizable vibration.

I am a woman.
I work in an office.
I have no pockets in any of my work attire.
My phone must be on silent, yet my bosses call me on my cell all the time.
I feel like an idiot holding it in my hand all the time...like I am just waiting for Justin Timberlake or Justin Beiber or Donny Osmond to call or something.
So I have to stuff it in my bra.
I. am. not. kidding.

And now you know.

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