Dear Mr. Superintendent
(wow...that is a tough word to spell)
our district is all out of money. You are grasping at straws.
There is talk about closing yet another school. You have canceled most fun after school activities.
You are now charging the groups that function for the school and around the school for use of the school. I guess you think that cub and girl scouts are just rolling in the dough?
Well...I have a couple of ideas for saving money.
First, crap...forgot my train of thought....
Ok...wait., I got it...
Why do the kids use throw away textbooks? Every year the district has to spend money on textbooks. Why? When we were kids we received TEXT books. That is hard cover books. The night before school, we would, ok our parents would be cussing late into the night trying to read the instructions on how to take a brown grocery bag and turn it into a book cover. Who in the world came up with those instructions anyway. So we had hard cover books..and lined paper and pencils. Someone tell me why my sixth grader needs crayons? REALLY????
We copied problems down out of the book, or off the board, wrote our names on them and turned them in. And if we destroyed or damaged a book in any way, our parents had to then pay for it and we caught hell for it. Why is this no longer sufficient? (OMG, K3 just mooned K1)...
So...get rid of the damn throw away workbooks that you have to buy every year! To me this seems like a no brainer.
Second...I now have all three of my kids in school. Why do they send home the same paperwork with each kid. Why do I have to sign three different pieces of paper telling me and them the classroom rules? Why do I have to sign three different pieces of paper first explaining about the computer lab and then giving my kids permission to use said computer lab.
Classroom rules. Why? Why in gods name must I sign a piece of paper agreeing that my kid will not be a shit, and if they are a shit they will get in trouble. Isn't that a given. Do we not know what the rules are in school by now. Do we have to be reminded each and every year. Like, what, they have changed from year to year? Why do we need a piece of paper that none of us really reads, to talk bout positive attitude and and good character. WOW...wait a minute...maybe this is what society as a whole needs. The Dist is actually ahead of the game here.....our little town is perfect because I have signed three different pieces of paper reminding me and my children how to be of good moral character. Phew...crisis avoided. So wait a minute..if one of my kids should *gasp* forget they they signed this little piece of paper promising to be a *good noodle* and gets in trouble...do they bring this little piece of paper out and wave it in our faces screaming.....BUT YOU SIGNED THIS PAPER...YOU SIGNED YOU SIGNED! Oddly enough, I know they dont do this as my perfect little children have gotten in trouble in school and I never ever saw this paper again.
I wonder if I can have the teachers sign a piece of paper promising to be of good moral character, to be nice to my kids, to teach them tons, make them all get along and be friends with everyone, to not have clicks, to not be mean, or to steal or to bully, or to name call... and if one of my kids comes home with a problem, I can go to them and scream....BUT YOU SIGNED THIS PAPER, YOU SIGNED YOU SIGNED!
I wonder if I would get a phone call from a teacher if instead of signing them, I just wrote MAKE ME!
ROFLMAO! Damn....I already signed them and turned them in. That would have been funny!!!!!
Monday, August 31, 2009
Friday, August 21, 2009
Dear Honey....
It has been a rough couple of months for us that is for sure. I am not sure that most couples would have been able to make it through. You have learned from your mistakes, listened to advice and taken some of it to heart.
I know that you figured 13 years of marriage was enough for you to be able to be home 24x7 and know what was going on and what to do with the children etc etc. Weren't you surprised.
I have another piece of advice for you, My Darling....
Once every 4-6 months, that lovely time of the month is really really bad. Well...more of, I am really really really really cranky the first day. Now, you haven't seen this before because you are usually at work and by the time you come home, I have hit the end of cranky stage called EXHAUSTION and am on the couch telling you to go get dinner. You were fortunate enough not to have been home all day to witness the carnage that was abound.
Our children, be it young, have learned what to do when I suddenly explode because they have once again assumed that Mom is a synonym for Maid and left their crap all over the kitchen. They quickly and very very Quietly clean it up and run for cover.
Oh...I dont even want to hear from anyone...how could you yell at the kids when its your problem kinda crap. Welcome to life, baby. I can so remember, and I can say this because my mom just left for vacation for two weeks and will not read this and call me horrified that I posted this where other people, people who know her can read this. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA, and my brother and sister can testify to this...my mom would come out of her room with a bubshka on her head (bandana) white t-shirt and black shorts.....this meant trouble with a capital T. Course back then, we just knew when she came out dressed like this it was day of hell and cleaning! As we got older, we understood that if we just shut up and cleaned we would be able to escape, or run and hide later in the day. Now of course, we understand that it was that time of the month, and we tease her about it on occassion!
where was i....oh yes
My Darling.....if you suddenly see me explode and start yelling like a mad woman and the kids start scrambling around and over furniture with sponges in hand or dustbusters or vacuums, do not and I repeat do NOT say,
I know that you figured 13 years of marriage was enough for you to be able to be home 24x7 and know what was going on and what to do with the children etc etc. Weren't you surprised.
I have another piece of advice for you, My Darling....
Once every 4-6 months, that lovely time of the month is really really bad. Well...more of, I am really really really really cranky the first day. Now, you haven't seen this before because you are usually at work and by the time you come home, I have hit the end of cranky stage called EXHAUSTION and am on the couch telling you to go get dinner. You were fortunate enough not to have been home all day to witness the carnage that was abound.
Our children, be it young, have learned what to do when I suddenly explode because they have once again assumed that Mom is a synonym for Maid and left their crap all over the kitchen. They quickly and very very Quietly clean it up and run for cover.
Oh...I dont even want to hear from anyone...how could you yell at the kids when its your problem kinda crap. Welcome to life, baby. I can so remember, and I can say this because my mom just left for vacation for two weeks and will not read this and call me horrified that I posted this where other people, people who know her can read this. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA, and my brother and sister can testify to this...my mom would come out of her room with a bubshka on her head (bandana) white t-shirt and black shorts.....this meant trouble with a capital T. Course back then, we just knew when she came out dressed like this it was day of hell and cleaning! As we got older, we understood that if we just shut up and cleaned we would be able to escape, or run and hide later in the day. Now of course, we understand that it was that time of the month, and we tease her about it on occassion!
where was i....oh yes
My Darling.....if you suddenly see me explode and start yelling like a mad woman and the kids start scrambling around and over furniture with sponges in hand or dustbusters or vacuums, do not and I repeat do NOT say,
- what is your problem
- why are you yelling
- why are you so cranky
- why dont you go somewhere
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Would prison be easier?
I wonder...ok yes, I wonder about odd things...but I think that prison would be easier than life right now..No, not my life....relax mom!
Think of it.. Here we are struggling like millions of Americans that have lost their jobs for one reason or another.
We would be fed, and since from what I hear, working in the kitchen is a coveted job, and me being a fresh fish, I wouldn't have to cook or server or clean up after it! Them meals would not be the best of course, but hey, I didn't have to do anything! AND...if I was in solitary, they would bring to food to me! I wouldn't even have to get up!
If I needed clothes, they would provide them for me. I dont have to pay for them! Granted they are not the best looking clothes in the world, but this saves having to decide what t-shirt to wear that day. Granted I cannot stand flip flops, but I think gym shoes are allowed aren't they? Maybe with no shoe laces.
Housing...well that is a given. The courts proclaim that I would have to be housed humanley. My basic needs must be met. I must have a roof over my head, electricity etc. I dont have to fix anything. If the sink backs up, they come and fix and I dont have to sit there watching the clock seeing $82 flying out the window with each tick of the clock. That is more than some people. I have a neighbor who has had no electricty for most of the summer.. Convicts are currently living better than her family right now.
Should I or my husband decide to learna new trade to get back into the job market, we would have to come up with thousands of dollars. We dont have that. However, If I was in jail, I would have access to free education. I could learn a trade! And I wouldn't have to pay for it.
If I got sick, or hurt, I would be taken to the Dr. or even the Hospital and not have to worry about the bill. Right now, one quarter of our unemployment each month goes to insurance. If we were in jail, it would be free! Hell, I could even get cosmetic surgery in jail for free. Not that I think I need any work mind you...I am perfect as I am thank you very much! Its just the idea of it.
Granted, I could not come and go as I pleased...but wait...I cannot afford to do that now. I could not wear what I wanted...oh...cannot afford that either..
I would get to do a job...a small, minor job, maybe a librarian, you need a degree to do that in the outside..that costs money. On the inside, I think you just have to pay someone off, or maybe be someones bitch??!? Granted you only make change a day, but, I dont think they have to pay taxes on that do they? Would fica take a percentage out of .42 cents an hour?
so, lets recap
Food: Outside-watching the budget, skimping when possible, skipped buying bacon this week
Inside: They server me, clean up, no worries about cost..
Shelter: Outside- hope we are able to keep our house if we are unemployed for longer than 1 year
Inside: No worries there. All taken care of, Maintenance included!
Medial: Outside...lordy...where do I start
inside: Keep me healthy to continue to punish me! AWESOME
Work: Outside....Jobs...where...does someone have a job somewhere?
Inside.... May not pay much...but at least its work right? No experience requried.
is it just me, or is there something just wrong here?
Think of it.. Here we are struggling like millions of Americans that have lost their jobs for one reason or another.
We would be fed, and since from what I hear, working in the kitchen is a coveted job, and me being a fresh fish, I wouldn't have to cook or server or clean up after it! Them meals would not be the best of course, but hey, I didn't have to do anything! AND...if I was in solitary, they would bring to food to me! I wouldn't even have to get up!
If I needed clothes, they would provide them for me. I dont have to pay for them! Granted they are not the best looking clothes in the world, but this saves having to decide what t-shirt to wear that day. Granted I cannot stand flip flops, but I think gym shoes are allowed aren't they? Maybe with no shoe laces.
Housing...well that is a given. The courts proclaim that I would have to be housed humanley. My basic needs must be met. I must have a roof over my head, electricity etc. I dont have to fix anything. If the sink backs up, they come and fix and I dont have to sit there watching the clock seeing $82 flying out the window with each tick of the clock. That is more than some people. I have a neighbor who has had no electricty for most of the summer.. Convicts are currently living better than her family right now.
Should I or my husband decide to learna new trade to get back into the job market, we would have to come up with thousands of dollars. We dont have that. However, If I was in jail, I would have access to free education. I could learn a trade! And I wouldn't have to pay for it.
If I got sick, or hurt, I would be taken to the Dr. or even the Hospital and not have to worry about the bill. Right now, one quarter of our unemployment each month goes to insurance. If we were in jail, it would be free! Hell, I could even get cosmetic surgery in jail for free. Not that I think I need any work mind you...I am perfect as I am thank you very much! Its just the idea of it.
Granted, I could not come and go as I pleased...but wait...I cannot afford to do that now. I could not wear what I wanted...oh...cannot afford that either..
I would get to do a job...a small, minor job, maybe a librarian, you need a degree to do that in the outside..that costs money. On the inside, I think you just have to pay someone off, or maybe be someones bitch??!? Granted you only make change a day, but, I dont think they have to pay taxes on that do they? Would fica take a percentage out of .42 cents an hour?
so, lets recap
Food: Outside-watching the budget, skimping when possible, skipped buying bacon this week
Inside: They server me, clean up, no worries about cost..
Shelter: Outside- hope we are able to keep our house if we are unemployed for longer than 1 year
Inside: No worries there. All taken care of, Maintenance included!
Medial: Outside...lordy...where do I start
inside: Keep me healthy to continue to punish me! AWESOME
Work: Outside....Jobs...where...does someone have a job somewhere?
Inside.... May not pay much...but at least its work right? No experience requried.
is it just me, or is there something just wrong here?
Thursday, July 30, 2009
A Heart felt note to .....
my underwear...
Dear Underwear,
You are an afterthought in my world. I acknowledge that. I dont take care in purchasing you, I dont take care in washing you. You get thrown in the was the rest, not on a delicate cycle or with special soap.
Maybe you are resentful of this. Millions of women spend millions of dollars on underwear. They spend just as much in the care of the underwear. There are more colors of underwear than in the rainbow. There are more styles than I can even imagine or understand.
I am boring underwear person. I get that, you should know that by now. I buy you at walmart, try to give you a good home. Ok..I will take a little more care of you if that is what you want..
I'm not into colors cause if I wear white pants or shorts, I dont want to think about you. I just want to go! Same reason all of my bras are boring and white. I dont want to think..I dont have time to think.
But, I will try. I wills till buy you at walmart, but maybe I will buy some light pastel colors? Maybe I'll wash you on delicate..I'll try to give you some more thought...but you have to give me something in return. I am not asking for much....
But
Please, oh please, stop giving me super wedgies in public!
Dear Underwear,
You are an afterthought in my world. I acknowledge that. I dont take care in purchasing you, I dont take care in washing you. You get thrown in the was the rest, not on a delicate cycle or with special soap.
Maybe you are resentful of this. Millions of women spend millions of dollars on underwear. They spend just as much in the care of the underwear. There are more colors of underwear than in the rainbow. There are more styles than I can even imagine or understand.
I am boring underwear person. I get that, you should know that by now. I buy you at walmart, try to give you a good home. Ok..I will take a little more care of you if that is what you want..
I'm not into colors cause if I wear white pants or shorts, I dont want to think about you. I just want to go! Same reason all of my bras are boring and white. I dont want to think..I dont have time to think.
But, I will try. I wills till buy you at walmart, but maybe I will buy some light pastel colors? Maybe I'll wash you on delicate..I'll try to give you some more thought...but you have to give me something in return. I am not asking for much....
But
Please, oh please, stop giving me super wedgies in public!
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
A note to my darling Children
STOP!
Stop asking me questions
Stop asking me the same questions
Stop asking me dumb question
stop asking me if you can have a popsicle
stop asking me if you can eat jelly with a spoon
Stop asking if you can have pretzels
Stop asking if you can call so and so
stop asking if you can go to a friends house
stop asking if you can eat
stop asking if you can watch tv
stop asking if you can ride your bike to the store
stop asking if you friends can come over
stop asking if you can have pretzels (he just asked for a third time)
Stop asking for money
stop asking for things you can find yourself.
stop asking if I have so and so 's phone number (i said no the first time you asked)
stop asking where your shoes are(like my mother when I was a child, I dont wear them and if you put them back where they belong you would be wearing them now, wouldn't you)
Stop asking when is dinner, you just ate lunch!
Stop asking if you can feed the dogs
stop asking if you can feed the bird
stop asking each other questions
Stop asking to be entertained by me
When we were kids, we were never entertained by our parents. We were kicked out of the house in the summer as soon as we were potty trained and told to go play. Come home for lunch, dinner and when the street lights come on.
We have a backyard, we have a fort, we have a sandbox. Find some sticks and rocks and string and build something. Play with something, invent something, but please, oh please, leave me out of it because I dont know where the string is and I didn't use the scissors last, so please dont ask me!
Stop asking me questions
Stop asking me the same questions
Stop asking me dumb question
stop asking me if you can have a popsicle
stop asking me if you can eat jelly with a spoon
Stop asking if you can have pretzels
Stop asking if you can call so and so
stop asking if you can go to a friends house
stop asking if you can eat
stop asking if you can watch tv
stop asking if you can ride your bike to the store
stop asking if you friends can come over
stop asking if you can have pretzels (he just asked for a third time)
Stop asking for money
stop asking for things you can find yourself.
stop asking if I have so and so 's phone number (i said no the first time you asked)
stop asking where your shoes are(like my mother when I was a child, I dont wear them and if you put them back where they belong you would be wearing them now, wouldn't you)
Stop asking when is dinner, you just ate lunch!
Stop asking if you can feed the dogs
stop asking if you can feed the bird
stop asking each other questions
Stop asking to be entertained by me
When we were kids, we were never entertained by our parents. We were kicked out of the house in the summer as soon as we were potty trained and told to go play. Come home for lunch, dinner and when the street lights come on.
We have a backyard, we have a fort, we have a sandbox. Find some sticks and rocks and string and build something. Play with something, invent something, but please, oh please, leave me out of it because I dont know where the string is and I didn't use the scissors last, so please dont ask me!
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
How are we supposed to smile
it is just getting worse and worse. How am I, how is anyone, supposed to put on a happy face and continue to function day to day? The world is falling apart around our ears and we are supposed to ignore it and continue on our merry way.
I cannot do this. I try, I try to not read the news...I try not not listen to the news, to not look up the news, but it keeps finding me.
Obama's healthcare. Ok...A good thing? I'm not sure. Being in the boat of possibly not having health care soon and needing it, maybe a good thing. But, reports out of Britian show a 6 month waiting list to see a dr for arthritis. Or the incredible day long waiting in hosptial ers in Canada. Is this what we are to expect? I have no idea and it scares the hell out of me. So, my daughter breaks her leg but there are 12 guys having heartattacks in front of us, so we wait two days in the waiting room?
Our economy is falling apart, but, the University of Illinois/Chicago has won a $3Million dollar grant to study the drinking habits of Lesbians. WHO THE HELL CARES! Three million dollars. It makes me want to call the woman who is the head of this study and say, REALLY????
The news people are upset that some study was not released six years ago stating the dangers of driving while talking. OMG! If only they had released that study, there would be more people alive today! ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME!
Woman in GB, looses a lawsuit against her cleaning company. Claims they did an inadequate job clearing out spiders of her garage, and one startled her causing her to fall and break her wrist.
46 yr old woman sentenced to prison for having sex with 13yr old. Sigh
Cops show up to deal with domestic dispute, man throws 18month old into the bushes to hide him. Sigh..
California
Its July and the high this weekend will not even make it out of the 70's.
I am cancelling my newspaper and deleting my news tab from firefox. I am swearing off news. I just dont think I can take it anymore. Even Ben & Jerry are not helping.
Is this hiding my head in the sand....why yes, yes it is, but for my own mental sanity....OMG OMG
Fox is on the in the background....commercial for news program...lady says to man, so you came face to face with your sons killer, what was his demenior like!
Why? Why? Is this so we can feel better about ourselves, that we are not in their shoes. That our lives are not as horrible as theirs? Is this why we watch the jerry springers? To make ourselves feel better? Oh...that poor child got shot while washinger her dog...so glad its not my kid. So glad we dont live in that neighborhood.
Why is this on the evening news? Is it news? or is it simply to say, oh how horrible. or, so glad its not me, we dont live there...or is it simply to depress the hell out of us.
They dont report the news...no one does anymore...they report what they want us to feel.
Well...thanks guys..I feel like shit....and I done!
I cannot do this. I try, I try to not read the news...I try not not listen to the news, to not look up the news, but it keeps finding me.
Obama's healthcare. Ok...A good thing? I'm not sure. Being in the boat of possibly not having health care soon and needing it, maybe a good thing. But, reports out of Britian show a 6 month waiting list to see a dr for arthritis. Or the incredible day long waiting in hosptial ers in Canada. Is this what we are to expect? I have no idea and it scares the hell out of me. So, my daughter breaks her leg but there are 12 guys having heartattacks in front of us, so we wait two days in the waiting room?
Our economy is falling apart, but, the University of Illinois/Chicago has won a $3Million dollar grant to study the drinking habits of Lesbians. WHO THE HELL CARES! Three million dollars. It makes me want to call the woman who is the head of this study and say, REALLY????
The news people are upset that some study was not released six years ago stating the dangers of driving while talking. OMG! If only they had released that study, there would be more people alive today! ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME!
Woman in GB, looses a lawsuit against her cleaning company. Claims they did an inadequate job clearing out spiders of her garage, and one startled her causing her to fall and break her wrist.
46 yr old woman sentenced to prison for having sex with 13yr old. Sigh
Cops show up to deal with domestic dispute, man throws 18month old into the bushes to hide him. Sigh..
California
Its July and the high this weekend will not even make it out of the 70's.
I am cancelling my newspaper and deleting my news tab from firefox. I am swearing off news. I just dont think I can take it anymore. Even Ben & Jerry are not helping.
Is this hiding my head in the sand....why yes, yes it is, but for my own mental sanity....OMG OMG
Fox is on the in the background....commercial for news program...lady says to man, so you came face to face with your sons killer, what was his demenior like!
Why? Why? Is this so we can feel better about ourselves, that we are not in their shoes. That our lives are not as horrible as theirs? Is this why we watch the jerry springers? To make ourselves feel better? Oh...that poor child got shot while washinger her dog...so glad its not my kid. So glad we dont live in that neighborhood.
Why is this on the evening news? Is it news? or is it simply to say, oh how horrible. or, so glad its not me, we dont live there...or is it simply to depress the hell out of us.
They dont report the news...no one does anymore...they report what they want us to feel.
Well...thanks guys..I feel like shit....and I done!
Friday, July 17, 2009
Why are we forced to flaunt it?
My GF went to Country Thunder last night, its a big country concert with a bunch of drunks and good music, in case you were wondering. Well, Taylor Swift was playing. I had wanted to bring my daughter to see her as she things she is wonderful, but in light of my hubbys recent layoff, that became impossible. And I am not glad that I didn't take her.
According to my GF, Taylor Swift, who I believe is barely legal, was thrashing, writhing, arching, crawling, etc, all over the stage.
This leaves me to wonder...just what the hell is going on here. She is barely legal, acting like a sex kitten, on a stage, while thousands of drunk and thanks to her, horny men, are lusting over her.
REALLY???? She's what? 18? Maybe 19? Are you kidding me! If my daughter was 18 and I caught her acting that way, I would knock her brains back into her head. I would imagine that most Dads would have a heartattack if they caught their little girls acting like this.
If you are driving in the 'wrong' part of town and see an obvioulsy very young girl walking a street corner, acting like a sex kitten, dont you feel bad for her, sorry that her life has turned out this way.
But at a concert, you pay over $100 dollars a ticket to watch it?
If a crowd of guys gathered around the young girl and started yelling and lusting and offering her 100$ to watch, wouldn't they all be arrested?
Woudln't the girl be offered help?
So, why is this young lady, crawling around a stage and grown adults are paying $100 a ticket to cheer her on and its accepted?
Not to mention all of the young girls that were brought there by their parents to see this show. Why? Why is this what they are being taught? Why is this the way to be successful? To get men to like you, you have to crawl around on the stage? To be popular you have to wear next to nothing and act like a sex kitten?
Male performers dont do this. They dont crawl around on the stage, arching their backs, throwing their hair around, (cept maybe the 80's hair bands). Male performs strut around in tight clothing, tons of bling, grab their packages, and tell what they will do to their bitches etc.
yes, I know, not all male performs and not all female performs. Leave me alone, I'm ranting!
Tell you what. Men seem to want sex kittens..What do women want...
I'll pay $1000 dollars a ticket to see any guy on stage wearing an apron, pushing a vacuum and singing about how hard it is to bath one child, while one is throwing up from the stomach flu, and dinner is burning, and spouse will be home any minute, and the hot water heater is on the fritz, the air conditioner broke, you haven't showered in days, etc etc etc
That's what I want to see. Not some idiot who doesn't even know how to balance a checkbook, grab his crotch and scream about his ho.
Or some barely legal child crawling around on the stage because she has been rasied, like the rest of us girls, ladies, that you have to be perfect and flaunt it to get anywhere.
Would anyone go to her concert, if she showed up in a nice outfit and simply played her songs?
According to my GF, Taylor Swift, who I believe is barely legal, was thrashing, writhing, arching, crawling, etc, all over the stage.
This leaves me to wonder...just what the hell is going on here. She is barely legal, acting like a sex kitten, on a stage, while thousands of drunk and thanks to her, horny men, are lusting over her.
REALLY???? She's what? 18? Maybe 19? Are you kidding me! If my daughter was 18 and I caught her acting that way, I would knock her brains back into her head. I would imagine that most Dads would have a heartattack if they caught their little girls acting like this.
If you are driving in the 'wrong' part of town and see an obvioulsy very young girl walking a street corner, acting like a sex kitten, dont you feel bad for her, sorry that her life has turned out this way.
But at a concert, you pay over $100 dollars a ticket to watch it?
If a crowd of guys gathered around the young girl and started yelling and lusting and offering her 100$ to watch, wouldn't they all be arrested?
Woudln't the girl be offered help?
So, why is this young lady, crawling around a stage and grown adults are paying $100 a ticket to cheer her on and its accepted?
Not to mention all of the young girls that were brought there by their parents to see this show. Why? Why is this what they are being taught? Why is this the way to be successful? To get men to like you, you have to crawl around on the stage? To be popular you have to wear next to nothing and act like a sex kitten?
Male performers dont do this. They dont crawl around on the stage, arching their backs, throwing their hair around, (cept maybe the 80's hair bands). Male performs strut around in tight clothing, tons of bling, grab their packages, and tell what they will do to their bitches etc.
yes, I know, not all male performs and not all female performs. Leave me alone, I'm ranting!
Tell you what. Men seem to want sex kittens..What do women want...
I'll pay $1000 dollars a ticket to see any guy on stage wearing an apron, pushing a vacuum and singing about how hard it is to bath one child, while one is throwing up from the stomach flu, and dinner is burning, and spouse will be home any minute, and the hot water heater is on the fritz, the air conditioner broke, you haven't showered in days, etc etc etc
That's what I want to see. Not some idiot who doesn't even know how to balance a checkbook, grab his crotch and scream about his ho.
Or some barely legal child crawling around on the stage because she has been rasied, like the rest of us girls, ladies, that you have to be perfect and flaunt it to get anywhere.
Would anyone go to her concert, if she showed up in a nice outfit and simply played her songs?
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