Monday, May 29, 2006

12 Monkees

Well, actually, just one. Micky Dolenz.

On my way home from work today, NPR blaring through my car speakers and concentrating while I barrelled down the "bridge" that is the Huey P. Long, I saw The One Monkee. Micky Dolenz. He has a huge ass billboard announcing his concert at some local casino. (the name escapes me) I think it's great that he's the one putting that group's name out there. He's still the one out there singing those songs and making some money.

As I neared the 2 story high billboard, during my descent onto the east bank, I thought about him singing without his other Monkees.

Hey, Hey I'm the Monkee.
People say I Monkee around.
I'm too busy singing,
To put anybody down.

I'm just tryin' to be friendly

Come and watch me sing and play

I'm the old generation

And I've got something to say...


Wednesday, May 17, 2006

The Rules of Engagement

I was at work today reading my online version of Entertainment Weekly since I still can't get my print version in my damn mailbox!!!!! *phew* but I digress.

I was reading the daily Popwatch blog at EW where I saw that Nicole Kidman and Keith Urban are officially engaged to be married. Imagine my joy when I thought of the possibilities. Let me explain.

You see, finally, we'll be able to really see who has the problem in conceiving children. If Nic and Keith have a child of their own without adopting then we'll know it wasn't Nic who had the problem conceiving. In my crazy mind it only further proves that Tom and Kate's spawn was not conceived naturally. I couldn't have been. I mean Nic and Tom adopted children for whatever reason(him know...bent) and didn't have them naturally. I hope that we'll finally see who the liar is in this twisted tale. Then again, probably not. I'll keep following this strange story.

Monday, May 15, 2006


I've heard it said that "A mother knows her children." Today I discovered that "A child knows his mother."

Yesterday was Mother's Day and I, like many others I hope, spent it with my respective mother. Hard as it may seem to believe, I usually plan birthdays, holidays, and other occassions that require gifts way ahead of time. This year, however, I only bought my cards a month back and that was it as far as the gift buying goes.

So Saturday I was running around looking for flowers or plants. My mother loves receiving flowers or plants. (Her thumb is very green. She could revive a dead plant like you wouldn't believe.) I decided on giving her some potted roses and dahlias. Unfortunately, the dahlia pot I chose only had one white blooming flower. That's mainly the reason why I also bought the roses. I knew my mother would notice that I had given my aunt a pot full of blooming flowers and hers only had one. I figured the roses would distract her. I knew when my sister gave her these beautiful flowers (name unknown for the time being), that my gift would not measure up. I saw it in her face, or maybe it was that I was projecting my feelings onto her as I often do with others but I knew this was not going over well. She put on a brave face, I gave her a hug and a kiss and she loved the gift.

Today, on my way home for a fake dentist appointment (Don't judge me! I had a tough week last week and I needed a break even if it was just to leave early.), I called my mother on my way home as I usually do. Some kind of way we got on the subject of Mother's Day. Wouldn't you know it? My mother mentioned those flowers I gave her. We laughed about it and I told her I knew she'd notice that her flower pot only had one blooming flower. She had, but she loved it anyway. She didn't make me feel bad about it. I know she loved the flowers even though the flowers I gave my aunt were a showier presentation. That's one of the many reasons I love my mother. She is a very giving person with lots of love in her heart for those who are close to her.

Monday, May 08, 2006

Secrets and Lies

Why do we keep secrets? Do we keep them to protect others? Do we keep them to protect ourselves? Are we selfish for not telling the truth or are we just cowards?

Sometimes friends do things that they know is not right, but they do it anyway. Then they come to you seeking your advice to problems they know there is only one solution to...the truth. The problem with that simplified answer is that telling the truth will drive a wedge between existing friendships. Friendships that have existed for many years. What to do?

I don't know. Thankfully, this doesn't involve me. Unfortunately, I can't say anything more than that. Unfortunately.

Tuesday, May 02, 2006

The Story of O

Well, I finally did it. I finally came out at work.

I finally came out as an Oprah-hatah! It happened because another teacher, a highly respected one, came out and said she disliked Miz O too. It was such a relief to admit that to all those O-lovin'-mother F*#@!rs!