I thought I'd be all upset about her God-talk, cuz I'm just not down with that (although I'm more relaxed about it than Etta Candy. Anyone talking to her these days? She must be having a sh*t fit).
But, after watching both of these videos, what really sticks with me is that P*lin is really boring and really repetitive, and very, very dumb. She's not folksy; she's vacuous. --read more >>

I think I'm going to join an all-girl rockabilly/soul band. Playing bass, of course, but I might end up on the upright bass, which would be cool to play, but hard to fit into my little '91 Honda Civic!
Anyway, it's nice to play with girls again. For once, I might have the best chops in the band, but it's fine, cuz I'm a little tired of being the leader. (Multi-tasking sucks sometimes.) I also like the fact that these ladies are all into being cute, and it's a multi-culti band, and there's another mom in the band. It's chill and fun. I need this!

1. Beer
2. Strawberry Ice Cream
3. Pizza--read more >>

Remember the guy who got mad at me for getting mad at him? He apologized. On his own. It took balls, cuz he had dug himself in very deep. Took responsibility for his actions, and even thanked me for being a hard-a**. And invited me to his birthday party. See, they don't ALL suck!

I was helping my kid with a Psych paper, and ended up reading some study about acute PTSD in military personnel, and I came across a new term, DESNOS (disorder of extreme stress not otherwise specified): symptoms of somatization (physical complaints without apparent physical sources), dissociation, hostility, anxiety, alexithymia (a state of deficiency in understanding, processing, or describing emotions), social dysfunction, maladaptive schemas, self-destruction, and adult victimization.--read more >>

Last night, I went out with a "nice" guy. Okay, we're in bed and he starts sobbing on my shoulder. (so not hot) I was thinking today that of the--please don't think I'm a giant slut--1/2 dozen men I have found myself in bed with (sex or no) in the past year, all but one ended up sobbing on my shoulder.
WTF?
Could you guys try to impress me or something? What happened to bringing flowers or showing me your record collection? Argh. And let me add that I don't sob on their shoulders, although what these dorks are sobbing over sounds like a regular day in my life. --read more >>

Am I an old fogey for wanting a president who sounds like a president? Am I Wilford Brimley for wanting a VP who can actually advise the president? Or who has more than just a basic grasp of what his/her job might be? Am I a grouchy old b*tch for wanting the leaders of this country to be actual leaders? --read more >>

I'm totally full up for clients, but I keep getting calls for new ones or one-timers. I fear not having enough money, so I keep kinda taking these things on, but I'm not sure where or when to stop. I guess it's a kind of therapy, working. It's moving meditation. It's cleansing and cleansing and cleansing. But I am tired, and I kinda just want a week off to sleep and write songs.
I'm going to bed.

I spent the day with a nice guy and felt nothing. Nothing! Maybe it's him, maybe it's that I'm still effin' traumatized from the last dude. I just want to cry, but I can't really let it out right now. argh.

1. Ricardo and Rosalio, who worked together to find my bass and return it to me. It got left at the show we played yesterday (2 hours away!). Ricardo is a friend who I've had a falling out with and Rosalio is my ex-boyfriend . But they both helped me out when I needed it .
2. The ladies at 17 Jewels hair salon. DD16 got a terrible haircut elsewhere on Friday, and 17 Jewels fit us in, gave her the cutest cut, gave me a glass of beer--and we got to listen to the debate in the company of some really awesome women.--read more >>

Part one:--read more >>

FW from Momsrising.org:

Dear MomsRising.org Member,

Yesterday, MomsRising.org members tried to deliver our letter--signed by over 21,000 people--to Governor Sarah Palin's office in Washington, D.C. The letter simply asked, "Where do you stand?" on key issues of importance to moms and families.

But, we were turned away at the door.

When pressed, Palin's staff told the group to drop the letter in the mail, refusing to acknowledge the crowd of moms (and adorable baby) who were in the office to hand deliver it. --read more >>

--read more >>

So, this guy was supposed to come over tonight to work on some acoustic music with me. He's in ANOTHER band--you can probably guess where this is going. Anyway, he's my age and has been married, but is actually divorced...blah blah blah. However, in the course of our convo the other day, I was talking to him about my busy schedule/life and he said, "Yeh, I did the domestic thing for a while." and went on to talk about how he got laid off from the mortgage broker industry and he's on unemployment, and he qualifies for an extension, so he's just been playing in a rock band and partying.--read more >>

1. clean sheets. I really dig 'em. I'm a little OCD, so if could change them every day, I would.
2. hair bleach. I did my roots and I feel "Blonde all over" as Marilyn used to say.
3. Italian. DD14 is learning it--what a cool language to hear someone speaking randomly in the background as I blog.
4. being social. Had a great potluck with my friends, C and G. We talked about therapy, good food, insurance plans--stuff. It was great! I love my girlfriends!--read more >>

Argh! Happy "Talk like a pirate" Day!

Please enjoy the music as you read the blog.--read more >>

I see that there are some other frustrated writers here. What can we do to help and encourage each other?

I have a new friend on Facebook. I met her because I just rewatched "SICK: The Life & Death of Bob Flanagan, Supermasochist", and I looked for a Bob Flanagan group on Facebook, and joined it, and she's a member of the group (and I recognized her from the documentary). So this lady has Cystic Fibrosis, as did Bob F., and I just read that she's doing pretty badly right now--on Prednisone (the worst med EVER, IMHO) and anti-biotics via a PICC, and her lung fucntion is quite bad.--read more >>

maybe I should post this in Mamaphonic. No, I blog here, here's where I'll put this. I want to start writing my memoirs. I've been saying this, or even claiming that I'm doing the writing, for months, at least. But I'm not writing. I've tried to figure out why. I was thinking that it had something to do with the chaos in my house, and that's probably true. I've thought about moving one of our many half-assed, junky old computers into my room, where I could close the door and write, but I can't even seem to do that. --read more >>

I got some action last night. Also, a LOT of talking. Mmmmm....talking, good. I mean, the sex was great, but, in a way, the talking was better. Yay for native English speakers!
BTW, I have whisker burn on my face. Kinda deeeeelicious.

Went to clean a house today. It was a move-out clean. The people own this house, but are moving to Marin, and are going to rent out their old place. They've have some work done recently. No biggie.
I get to the house and see stacks of empty paint cans outside. Dumpster diver that I am, I think "Ooooh! I might want to take a look at that later." But I realize that it's regular paint, and these days, I have to use that Mythic non-toxic stuff.
Go in the house, it's still pretty fumy, and I know I'm going to have to open the windows while I'm working.--read more >>