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Thoughts of a wandering mind ...

while driving home from work I was remembering some of the slang from my youth. Slang is a unique form of communication because it differs from region to region, ethnicity to ethnicity, but wherever it was that you grew up, your slang was the coolest. And, as I was remembering and laughing to myself, I began to deduce how some of these words came into being ...

When I was in junior high it was very important to know and be seen with older high school kids because they were older, therefore cooler. I was lucky. I had an older cousin who was quite a cool cat and also drove a cool lowered Camaro. When I was still in junior high, he was already at THE RANCH (slang for my high school) ... allow me to 'splain. Mycousin lived right next door so I was privy to "cool talk" and only because he was my cousin did I even remotely exist on the planet that is high school. I was given a pass, not that I was cool, but my cousin was cool, so that made me cool by association. My hometown h…

The Dal Rae

My mother's favorite restaurant in all the world was the Dal Rae. The Dal Rae, in my hometown, is THEE place to see and be seen if you're a mover and shaker in Pico Rivera ... an otherwise gang infested suburb of L.A. I have to admit that they do have fabulous food and although they have become quite pricey over the years, you cannot get a better meal, or a better drink anywhere else.
The Dal Rae was how my mother gauged and measured the chic factor of all other restaurants ... in the world. My mom thought the Dal Rae was the most fabulous place on earth with the best piano bar and the best drinks. She knew Bill, the owner very well. She knew all the different piano players and singers who worked there from the 1960's on up to 2005, the year she passed away. She knew all the waiters and busboys and they all knew her. Our family went there for every birthday, anniversary, graduation, birth, death ... any major event in life, we spent at the Dal Rae.

One year for my sister…

When will it end ...

Hot flashes. They're the worst! I remember when I was in my 30's there was always that one lady in the office who had a little fan at her desk and I used to wonder ... WTF? It's freezing in here! I am now that lady.

You wake up one day and in the body of a baby whale. You can't see without reading glasses and you can't remember ANYTHING ... and you suddenly realize .... without a doubt .... that you have become ... MATURE.

This is a good thing and a bad thing. The good thing about becoming mature is that you no longer care what people think about you anymore. The bad thing about becoming mature is that people no longer think about you anymore.

How to clean a toilet

I don't think there was a woman ever born, who likes cleaning the toilet. When I was unemployed I was able to clean my toilet and bathroom any time I needed to during the day because I was home. I HATE cleaning the bathroom. I told myself that when I started working the first thing I was going to do was hire someone to come in and clean. But I feel terrible about having someone else clean my toilet. I HATE CLEANING MY TOILET therefore, I cannot, in good conscience, even though I would pay for someone else to do it, pay someone else to do it. I am now working full-time and, once again, doing all my chores and housecleaning after work and on the weekend. This is no fun, but it must be done. This morning ... for the first time ... I saw the toilet ... OMG. I could go into great deal but I won't. And I believe me ... I could be disgustingly descriptive ... but I won't. SO, I went downstairs and found my husband and told him that he was going to clean the toilet for me. AND, I …

*SIGH*

A little more housewife crap ...

Okay. First we had to deal with Atlanta Housewife Kim Zolciak torment America with her "mega hit" Tardy for the Party ... and now ... dadadadaaaaaaaah ... The Countess, Luann DeLesseps, premieres her hot new disco tune ... "Money Can't Buy You Class" (... ah ... it can't buy you a fuckin' voice either) JEEZ! These people are unbelievably delusional. Remember the childhood fairytale "The Emperor's New Clothes" ... The whole village was afraid to offend the King by telling him that he was naked cause he was, after all, THE KING. Countess ... I say this only with love in my heart, but Darling ... YOU'RE NAKED.
America should take heed and look at this fairytale with a message. You see, celebrities and the like represent the KING. We, the people, are the hopeless working peons that look up to the KING (we do this by watching his reality show). The celebrities and wannabe celebrities catch the Countess debuting her new song at a fancy schman…

Housewife updates ...

I know I haven't written much about those wacky housewives over on Bravo lately, but the last two episodes of both New Jersey and New York have not disappointed and taken a turn straight back to crazy-town. Holy guacamole Batman!
Danielle Staub (aka The Joker ... for her uncanny resemblance to the man with the same name) ...has proven, beyond the shadow of a doubt, that she is a certifiable nut job. The fact that she is articulate and well spoken is what is so dangerous about her. If you didn't know her from the New Jersey Housewives and met her in the street, you might think she was normal. NOT. (By the by Danielle ... you might wanna rethink the way you paint your eyebrows).
A few episodes ago, she actually consulted with a priest ... because she's a devout Catholic you know ... about how the rest of the ladies dug up her past and were spreading it around town. Even the priest could see she was a nut job. He kept asking her "why do you care what these woman are sayin…

June 2, 2010

Saw four beavers driving to and from work today. That's four beavers too many.