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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. 



— 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. 




— 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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Apparently today is Secretaries’ Day.  Or, Administrative Professionals Day.  Because we must be PC. 

Listen, back when I was a secretary, or administrative assistant, or administrative professional, or whatever the hell else they call themselves these days, I didn’t care what they called it, just so long as I got a free lunch out of the deal.  Because that’s how I roll. 

And you know what?  I still type up stuff for my boss, not because I’m his secretary, but because he can’t type for shit and his spelling and grammar are even worse.  Part of my job security is that I make him look good.  Hm.  Maybe I should make a case for him to buy my lunch today. 

And while I’m at it, guess who does all the clerical stuff at home, too — the bill paying, the form-filling-out, the push-one-for-this-push-two-for-that phone work, the filing and mail sorting and all that tedium?  That’s right, me.  Me, me, me.  So I should get my husband to take me out for dinner, too. 

This could work. 



— Mox

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Happy Earf Day

Now go hug a tree. 

I’m not sure how I feel about all this Earth Day business.  I’m also not too sure what to think about carbon footprints (muddy footprints I understand) or global warming or the decline of frogs and salamanders worldwide. 

Speaking of declining frogs, Spawn’s frog declined permanently over the weekend.  I was beginning to wonder how much longer I was going to have to make a trip to Petsmart to buy crickets for the little guy, and now I have my answer.  This of course after I bought a fresh supply of crickets.  Lucky for them, we’ll be celebrating Earth Day around here by releasing them into the wild. 

I heard on the news this morning that some of the eco-nuts are planning protests in my area, protesting the through-way of a much-needed interstate.  What form these protests are going to take, I’m not sure, since so far there hasn’t been a shovelful of dirt turned in concert with this project.  So if they’re planning on chaining themselves to trees or lying down in front of bulldozers, I suspect they will be sorely disappointed. 

I suppose protest is one of the cornerstones that this country was founded on, and is an inalienable right as a result, but demonstrations and sign-waving and the like are just not my cup of tea.  I guess if it were the right cause I’d join the growing march but at this point my big passion is staying ahead of the laundry.  Someday when the Earth is all destroyed Spawn will remember how I always made sure there were clean towels and socks to be had. 

If The News Media is to be believed, the world is going to hell in a handbasket, and frankly, that just makes me want to ignore all those dire warnings all the more.  I think for Earth Day I will go sit in a sunny meadow filled with dandelions and blow seeds everywhere. 


— Mox


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There is a sizeable portion of my personality that is perfectly content to live in my own little protective bubble.  I am master of my own universe there. 

I spent a good portion of the day on Friday puttering about in the garden, a rainy, cool Saturday wandering around a garden center gathering ideas, and a small portion of Sunday getting basic spring cleaning done out in the yard.  And I was perfectly content.  It was really nice to drop out of my routine for a while. 

De-stressing sometimes requires a physical component to be complete.  As I was soaking in the tub last night, tired down to my bones, I felt rather peaceful.  I discovered this component to stress relief back some years ago when my grandmother was dying.  I would go to the nursing home to visit with her every other day, made sure she ate, made sure she was cared for, and then I would come home and put on my grubbies and dig around in the garden for hours.  As I dug I would process my fear, my worry, the growing seed of grief.  It didn’t stop me from developing stomach problems in the wake of her death, but it did help keep me from going completely crazy. 

My husband and I play the lottery, and we often talk about what we’d do if we ever got the right numbers.  Just the notion of having all my bills paid off, being able to afford Spawn’s education without having to stretch the budget, being able to finally let go of the breath that I have been holding — well, that’s worth its’ weight in gold to me.  Yeah, I suppose we’d take a couple of extreme vacations, or buy something really extravagant, but for the most part our money mentality would be hard to change. 

One thing I’d do is drop out of the rat race, stop scurrying along like I’m bailing off a sinking ship.  Oh hell yes, I’d quit my job.  In a heartbeat.  I’d do the things that I wanted to do for a change, attend events that I don’t have the time or money to attend nowadays, take some classes, paint, write, learn Italian.  To be able to involve myself in the things that truly interest me, without concern to how they impact my bottom line, to me that is what freedom really is. 

In lieu of all that, I snatch what time I can to dig in my garden.  It’s therapy on the cheap. 



— Mox

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