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Dear BloPop;

I can quit you now. 

What have I learned?  Why, I have learned that I am not cut out to post every single day.  My brain tends to dry up when I try to do that.  That is what I have learned. 

I wanted to do the letters.  I started off strong.  Turns out, I don’t really have all that many letters residing in me. 

Never again. 

This concludes my quest to post every day for a month. 

 

Sincerely; 

— Mox

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  1. April 29, 2008, the temperature at 5:30am was 37°.  This is unacceptable. 
  2. Lots of political ads on our local media right now.  The one that is currently getting my goat is one from Hillary Clinton, talking about gas prices and what she plans to do about it.  The ad says “Hillary gets it.”  Bullshit she gets it.  Until I can realistically picture her driving a minivan and gassing up her own vehicle and fretting over gas prices because it’s hitting her own pocket, then I’m not convinced that she “gets it.”  Come walk a mile in my moccasins, Hil. 
  3. Miley Cyrus’ photos in Vanity Fair.  She’s said she’s embarrassed, that the photo and article didn’t turn out as she was led to believe.  Well, my thought on that is Vanity Fair + Annie Lebovitz = what the hell else did you expect?  If I did not have a 7 year old kid who thinks Hannah Montana is the bomb it probably wouldn’t bother me nearly as much, BUT even though Spawn will never see the photo in question, it gives me pause.  Maybe I’m just being a prude. 
  4. And while we’re on that subject let me just go on record here for saying that the Bratz dolls are equally a bad idea.  And I’m one of those little girls in the 70’s who had the Barbies with the gazonga boobs.  Barbie might have had unrealistic proportions back then, but at least she didn’t look tarted up. 
  5. Speaking of gas prices, I heard on the radio this morning that analysts are predicting that gas could go as high as $7 to $10 per gallon this summer.  Maybe I’m just being a spoiled American but WTF?  It’s costing me $40 to fill up my mini-SUV (which actually gets good gas mileage) every week, and we might be looking at doubling that this summer?  I predict that I will be quite fit from walking or biking everywhere except to those places where I need my car. 
  6. I am on the committee for our summer music festival, and de facto chair for one portion of it, and am getting no cooperation from the other members of my subcommittee.  I know everyone is busy, but at least acknowledge my emails for Pete’s sake.  This stuff doesn’t just create itself, you know. 
  7. My kid’s school has a summer camp program, and I am trying to get some information about what it will entail this summer so I can make arrangements.  We had a bad experience with Y Camp last year, so I’m weighing my options.  Without knowing what will be going on at Spawn’s school camp, it’s hard to make that decision right now, and we’re closing in on four weeks left in the school year.  I just want the school to pull their heads out of their collective ass and tell me what plans they have for the summer.  If the kids are going to be hanging out in the school gym/playground all summer then I need to find something else for Spawn to do. 
  8. I woke up this morning with zits on my chin.  Someone needs to let my skin know that I am now 40 years old and SO OVER the acne thing. 

Yes, I am snappish today. 

 

— Mox

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I guess at this point it is entirely possible I will finish my commitment to post every day this month.  Which is to say, I can be stubborn. 

Testing for Spawn today took all day.  I mean, literally, the kid was testing from 8 this morning until 3 this afternoon, so it was like a full school day without the school.  I’m wiped out and all I did was sit on my ass in the parents’ lounge and read.  I can only imagine how Spawn must feel.  Thank heavens I insisted on getting the kid’s homework for Monday last week and we did it over the weekend.  One less thing to stress about this evening. 

The testing team — a psychologist, a speech therapist, an occupational therapist, and an auditory specialist — will confer and then we will meet up on Friday for a review of their findings.  I hope to God they actually did find something, something that we can deal with. 

In the meantime, I have been for all intents and purposes sequestered for the entire day and I am having withdrawals.  Time to go check my email and find out what’s been going on in the world. 

 

 

— Mox

 

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The really sweet young man who wanted my extra plants ended up having to work yesterday morning, so he sent his really sweet retiree father over to pick up my castoffs. 

I knew you’d be on pins and needles, wondering.  Or maybe hopeful I’d disappear and quit this insanity known as blogging.  So some of you are happy or disappointed, in equal measure. 

Tomorrow is Spawn’s testing date for learning disabilities and/or ADHD.  While part of me wants to just get the show on the road, I can’t shake this feeling that the child I will take to the psychologist tomorrow will be a completely different child than what I have been dealing with.  Sorta like taking your car to the shop and having it behave perfectly for the mechanic. 

My post will be late tomorrow, I can promise you that.  But by god, I’m committed to finishing this damned BloPop thing and I will not be denied! 

 

— Mox

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I put an ad up on our local Cragislist for free garden plants — I’m thinning my beds and hate to throw out perfectly good plants — and am supposed to meet someone at my house this morning to dig and divide.  The guy said he’s putting in a garden for his parents, so either he’s a really sweet young man, or he’s going to eat my liver with fava beans and a nice chianti.  It’s hard to tell on the Internet. 

Ordinarily I don’t do this sort of thing but my altruistic nature (small and undeveloped as it is) got the better of me and besides, my friends and family are overrun with my garden castoffs. 

If this guy is a freak-o, and he throws me in his car trunk, well, it’s been nice to know you.  And dammit, I won’t be able to fulfill my commitment to post every day this month. 

~sigh~ 

 

 

— Mox

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My mother had one of those home parties last night, the ones where you gather with your friends and listen to someone’s spiel and buy things.  Because it was my mother’s party, I bought a candle, the cheapest thing I could find to buy in the whole deal.  Never let it be said that I don’t support my family. 

There were a lot of beautiful things offered at this party, and yet… I couldn’t bring myself to want any of them.  I have reached a point in my thinking that the “want” isn’t as strong as it once was.  I’m for the most part satisfied with the stuff I’ve got, and I don’t feel the need to buy more. 

Unless it’s shoes.  I do love me some shoes. 

 

— Mox

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I’ve just sent off registration for Spawn’s very first sleepover camp.  Granted, it’s only an overnight camp, but it’s still a camp.  Far away from me. 

Spawn has been having sleepovers for a while now, but all of them have taken place at my parents’ house.  This will be a brand-new experience for both of us.  Spawn is excited beyond all reason.  Ol’ mom, though, is having a bit of a rough time even processing this. 

We’ve been reeling out the line for a while now, letting the kid have some independence and freedom… within earshot.  And it’s nice to not have to have my eyes trained on the kid every minute of every day.  As long as we can hear the kids yelling at one another across the backyards, we don’t worry too much.  It’s when it gets quiet that we start to get concerned. 

Still, to have Spawn go away for an overnight camp, that’s something else entirely.  I want for the kid for be independent and confident in that independence.  I just didn’t quite realize that the process would begin so soon. 

 

— Mox

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