Here is your horoscope for Friday, April 26

Pisces:

“Your message must be heard. Original content and style are vital
to any kind of recognition. Once you have everyone's attention, it's
easy to follow through. There's no time for cold feet when you're
only just getting them wet.”

lately, i have been feeling like i am the world's worst mom.

at night, BC doesn't want to go to sleep. she only wants me to sit and sit and sit with her forever. which, of course, i would be tempted to do if only i didn't need sleep. so after stories, chocolate milk, and sitting in my lap for two songs on her nighttime CD, i put her in her bed. i sit for two more songs as she gets settled on her own, then i tell her good night. i tell her that she needs to go to sleep so i can check on her while she is sleeping (something she loves, even though she is never awake to see me do it. but i am a mom, and i keep to my word – i check on her once each night and give her a kiss.)

the past few times, she fights me. she wants me to staaaaaaay. i have squirted away the monsters with my special anti monster serum (a cheap squirt bottle i filled with water). i have helped her to go the bathroom one last time. but still, she screams and wails. and i pick her up and i put her back in her bed. last night, i lost my temper and screamed at her. she laughed in my face. this, of course, made me madder. but i just started to tell her of the things i would take away if she didn't get in bed. (TV, swim class this weekend, etc.) she still does not grasp consequences.

we don't spank in our house. and there are times when i can understand why people spank. the frustration level when you are tested by a three-year-old mastermind can be excessively high. i am ever so grateful that i kept, and keep it together and still don't spank. eventually, i got her back into bed and, ever the keen manipulator of mom's heart, BC said, “mommy? i love you.”

after all the screeching, wailing, uncooperative behavior, i get that.

some days i wonder if i am doing something terribly wrong.

will someone PLEASE help me get that @#$%@#$% “Bittersweet Symphony” riff out of my HEAD? ARRRGH.

many thanks to graham for sharing this with me. let's pray libby isn't mic'd.

anyone who knows me knows i love the show “eastenders.” its a british soap opera that has been going on since 1985. i have been watching it here in the states on my public tv station since 1991. however, we being, oh, say, 2.5 to 3 years behind britain, i could say i have been watching it since at least 1989. yippee for me i s'pose.

anyway, we now have the option of digital cable. i don't know that i will have the time to watch additional tv, anyway; but they *do* have BBC America. the difficulty of that is that BBC America is actually up-to-date. i saw an episode once while at my mother-in-law's; and it was surreal to see frank butcher(one of the funniest, snarkiest characters on tv) married to peggy mitchell (one of the bitchiest characters known to humankind.)

so do i bother getting it and get incredibly confused? bad enough buddies like scally used to torture me with spoilers…

Which Rock Chick Are You?

…so i wake up this morning, and the news is interviewing a guy from one of the two or three groups protesting in our lovely hometown, your nation's capitol. this guy is being asked by the newscaster, “so are you going to stay on the sidewalks during your protest today or will you be in the street congesting rush hour traffic?” and this d00d starts going on and on and on about how the US should stop giving military aid to Colombia, how 20 Colombians die every millisecond, etc…

i used to be proudly left of center. i still am, actually. but my first reaction when this wet-behind-the-ears college d00d started spewing his profundities?

“answer the fucking question. are you going to fuck up a.m. rush hour traffic by having a lie-down in the middle of Constitution Ave?”

fuckwits. you aren't going to win any converts to your cause by making john and jane doe 2 hours late for work on a monday morning. with the aggressive drivers here, you are more likely to become road pizza.

how would you people like it if i came to your college campus and laid down in the middle of your street and didn't let you get to your freaking “Pygmy Women of World Civilizations” class?

boo fucking hoo.

GRRRRRR!

remember how i was pissed because the wonderful renovation project across the street (Motto: We'll Be Done Before the Next Millenium!) had people from other sites dumping trash into their dumpster… and that garbage often ends up on my lawn? how nails from the site ended up in the street and ultimately punctured my tire? how they took down my cable? etc..

well, they are doing it again. i took pictures this morning with my handy-dandy camera of gentlemen trucking in trash and dumping it. i called up arlington county. and the gentleman there said that there was no complaint request from march to come and check out the site! further, he said how hard this might be to enforce such a problem.

i am furious that my request never resulted in action, especially when the gentleman told me he would come out and take a look! i am pissed that they continue to dump trash from other sites. if it is within their legal right to do so, then i will shut up. but i was told by the previous guy that this was a bozo no-no. argh.

BC has the nutcracker barbie. BC and i were playing with her yesterday, only i made the grave error of putting another barbie's clothes on nutcracker barbie.

“no, no, mommy,” BC cried. “you are putting the wrong clothes on crack barbie!”

gee. i woulda figured that crack barbie couldn't care less whether she had clothes on or not, as long as she had her fix…

with many thanks to marnie…

I am Mario. I like to jump around, and would lead a fairly serene and aimless existence if it weren't for my friends always getting into trouble. I love to help out, even when it puts me at risk. I seem to make friends with people who just can't stay out of trouble. What Video Game Character Are You?