Thursday, May 22, 2008

Feeling the love

I am sooooo a product of my generation.

I was born in the 1960's and grew up in a fairly liberal town populated with a mix of mild conservatives and way out there hippie liberals.

It was small enough that most shop owners knew me by name but just big enough that they weren't reporting back to my parents on any of my teenage antics.

Now I'm raising my own children. Of course, I wish I could give them that kind of childhood but I'm slowly realizing it's not 1974 anymore.

To put it in perspective, I'm the kind of parent who...

  • made sure my kids knew all the words to Neil Young's Cinnamon Girl at an early age
  • would inform their teachers that I'd pick and choose which homework assignments I thought were necessary...I don't believe in mindless busywork
  • tried my best to keep the kids as far away from the television as possible
  • would rather they play outdoors
  • can't count how many homemade tie-dye shirts they've made between them
Unfortunately, when they are teenagers everything gets turned on it's head. All of a sudden they start thinking for themselves...who knew?

My days of influencing them are surely coming to an end.

I'm still trying though. Cat Stevens was playing in the car yesterday and I didn't hear any maybe I can still make a difference.

Friday, May 9, 2008

My New Friends...

Well, it's official I've got three new friends. Their names are...Borrelia, Babesiosis, and Bartonella. I was introduced to my exotic new friends through an old acquaintance. You might ask, where have we seen them...Entertainment Tonight? ...Page Six of the Post? ...on the arm of George Clooney at the Oscars? Maybe, they are a bunch of bitches. To tell you the truth, these bitches aren't very good friends. They've been kicking my ass for a long time now, but now that I know where they hide, they'll never see me coming, because I fight dirty. Just ask my brother how many leg hairs he's lost over his last 37+ years. I could be bitter that it took 8+ years for doctors to find out what was wrong. I could be bitter that instead of listening to me, they (the doctors) just patted my head and handed me a scrip for antidepressants. I could be bitter that when I refused their antidepressants they dumped me so fast, even after they swore we'd find an answer to my medical problems. I could be bitter at the insurance companies who've fought me the entire way, and will continue to wear me down hoping I will either go away or die. The truth is...I try hard everyday to keep the positive attitude. I've got... A wonderful husband who's been w/me through the best and the worst Two wonderful, kind, independent, funny girls even if one is a teenager The best girlfriend a girl could want...really she's my other spouse Lovely friends and family who put up with all my crap I thank god everyday for these people. I couldn't do it without them.