School Daze

Well, it's that time again. The time of year that kids dread and parents look forward to - the return to school. No more teens sleeping until noon (and that's being nice). No more small people eating everything in the house during the day and complaining when all the food is gone. Ahh. School.

The mini-teen (Emily) is going to a new school this year since she's now living with us full time. She's scared and freaked out and not happy about having to wear a uniform. (Thanks, DISD!) Shopping was awful. Not even the promise of ice cream would snap her out of her hatred of khaki pants and white polo shirts. It's easier on the parents, and for that I'm glad. But I hate to see her creativity stifled in any way, so there are definitely mixed feelings about the whole 'standardized dress' situation.

Getting her enrolled has been a nightmare. I won't bore you with the details. Long story short - school started yesterday, but she didn't. She may attend a class by 1:00 PM today if we're lucky. Her step-dad-in-training is handling stuff today that I didn't have time to do yesterday. Because he's awesome.

Tomorrow is her 15th birthday. A driving permit is just around the corner. God help us.

The Boy entered 8th grade without incident. Not much to report there, he's a 13 year old boy who doesn't get excited about much unless it's video-game related. And The Teen got her braces off yesterday. What a week. And it's only Tuesday.

And if reading about my kids is boring to you, I apologize. I do kinda dig them, they are pretty rockin' kids. If you've met them, you know. I totally respect those who have chosen not to have children. I've heard them talk about something called 'disposable income'? Not sure what that is, but I hear good things. But this is the life I chose, and I'm happy with it. No regrets.

An Eye for an Eye

Someone took my yogurt from the fridge at work. I'm not happy.

I've changed my eating habits, I've taken on foods that I normally would not have touched with someone else's fork, and now my yogurt is gone! Not just one container - THREE. I put three of my favorite flavors of Yoplait Whipped Yogurt in there on Tuesday, and when I went to get one today, they were all gone!

Dammit!!!

So I took someone's Lean Cuisine from the freezer and had it for lunch.

Mess with my yogurt will ya.
Ha. Take that, yogurt thief!

The Emily Files...Nutty Nuggets from my Nearly-Grown Neonate

"Gross! This tastes like old people! Not that I go around licking the elderly."

Where's your L. Ron Hubbard now?

This article caught my attention this morning. Apparently several people were injured on a Tom Cruise film shoot in Berlin. This little gem was awesome...

"We have no findings to suggest anyone famous was involved in the accident," said a police spokesman..."

Well that's good news. As long as it was nobody famous. What a shame that would have been.

Hmph.

Better than a badger to the face.

This once a month entry thing has got to change. I know, I have all the excuses in the world for not writing. The truth is, I can't do it during the day at work, and when I do get home, there are a million other things to do besides writing a page or two about me. Not that I don't like to hear myself type. I type really fast. Last clocked at 72 WPM - that's 'words per minute' for those not in the know.

It's about time for an update, so I'll blather on briefly about the contents that make up my daily life.

I returned to the stage this week, with much success and relief. I don't know why I take such long hiatuses between performances - wait, what's the plural of 'hiatus'? Hiati? Or is that a small country somewhere in one of the oceans? Damn. Anyway....last August was a real downer for me, comedy-wise. I had 2 really bad shows that sent me into one of my "I'm-obviously-wasting-my-time-with-this-comedy-thing-and-I'm-not-cut-out-for-it" laments that lasted far too long. I didn't go to any open mics again until April, which turned out to be a bad month also - not comedy, but some other personal issues. When I was asked by my buddy Seth if I wanted to host a show in August, I was both excited and terrified. But I'm happy to report that it went just fine. Ahhh.

Big thanks go out to my friend Ladonna and her hubby for making the hour plus drive it took to come see the show. She got to see a joke inspired by one of her stories actually done on stage - not by me, but the humor of her life is far reaching.

I love comedy. I'm good at it. People enjoy seeing me on stage - those who know me and those who don't. I really should stop letting things interfere with my passion for performing. I do get scared and worry that one day, I'll wake up and be absolutely, positively not funny. But that hasn't happened yet. And unless someone sneaks into my room in the middle of the nite and removes that part of my brain which holds my sense of humor, it's probably not going to.

Today is Evan's birthday. He took the weekend off from ComedySportz so that we could just hang out together for a change. I have no idea what we're going to do this evening. We didn't get home until very late from my show - geez, it was nearly 4 AM - so he'll probably just want to stay home tonite. And now that I've gotten him up and made his breakfast and sent him off to work, I'm going back to bed for a while. Cuz that's how I roll.

I had one of those moments the other day where I realized how much we 'get' each other, even though there are times when it seems like we speak two totally different languages. No, not spanish.

Que?

I'm sleepy.

Happy, happy birthday, honey.

The man I love.
He never says the right thing. He wears pajamas to the movies. He embarrasses the children and myself every chance he gets. But we love him anyway.

Peace out, I'm napping....zzzzzzzzz.....

P.S. I've lost 19 pounds so far. And I'm hot.