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Shivering In Sac County

Trouble Brewing
We've entered the high school years. It's been a baptism by fire for my poor husband, who sees lecherous boys lurking in every hallway, drugs and alcohol at every party, disaster whenever she is unsupervised. The world is a perilous place for the father of a teenage daughter.One might believe we have a deceptive, troubled girl on our hands, an after-school special in the making. Nothing could be further from the truth. She is kind and intelligent, innocent and to be frank, a lousy liar. MC will be the first to tell you that he trusts her to make wise decisions. But that heart of darkness known as high school crouches, ready to devour his sweet girl and he is constantly vigilant.

Enough!
I'm cleaning house around here. I've been ignoring my body, ignoring my mental health and ignoring my need to do more than mother. No more. And I have Facebook to thank.It all started with the realization that the virtual living I do via Facebook games has taken away my actual life. I started Farmtown and quit gardening. I started Cafe World and quit cooking. I started Mafia Wars and quit...well, everything else. I was getting a virtual fix on activities I love, without any of the payoff these activities generally provide. And why on earth would I spend the time and not get the benefits?So I removed those applications from my pr

Have You Met My Alter-Ego?
I like to pretend that I am a pretty zen, roll-with-it sort of girl. For the most part, I bring this off. BUT. There is a part of me, a bitchy, snotty, rage-aholic that I keep gagged and bound, locked in a steel cage. It's the part that got me in trouble with Mr. Clairol's buddies and the part that flipped the (figurative) bird to the our old preschool. I swear I should be giving classes on how to offend and alienate people. My talent for it is extraordinary. It would be fine, if I were one of those people that thrives on conflict, but I hate it. That's why Princess Bitch-Pants is under tighter security than Charlie Manson. But she slipped off the leash again.

Because There Isn't Enough Crap Clogging Up My Life
I've been in a drought lately, there's no denying it. Raven has a cool feature on her blog called Wanting Wednesdays and I love checking it out. Jenny's jumped on the bandwagon as well, with Favorites Friday. In the spirit of flattery, via imitation, I'm totally copping their idea and doing a "stuff I lust for" post. I'm not committing to a weekly spot and I'm not giving it a name, because, hello? Creative drought? If I were on it enough to come up with a cute name, I probably would have more for you than a wish list, you know?

My Man
Being married to Mr. Clairol is a lot of things. It's a joy, because the man has a huge heart, almost no temper and a tuchus that does not quit. It's an adventure, because he is the least self-conscious person I've ever met. He used to wear a red clown nose in rush hour traffic, just for the laughs. And it is endlessly entertaining.He has a passion for PBS and the Documentary Channel, but without fail, he falls asleep on the couch within 30 minutes. I usually try to record whatever has caught his eye, so he can catch the rest of it later. He thinks it bugs me, but honestly, it's so cute, I fall more in love with him every single time.He notices bizarre littl