MY super sweet sixteen

I got sucked into one of eMpTyV's horrible show marathons on Saturday. That shameful gem known as My Super Sweet Sixteen. It was a devoted to the top 10 most expensive parties. My husband and I sat with our mouths wide open, not wanting to watch but unable to look away. These snotty little girls who throw tantrums on their parents when their stretch birthday hummer did not have pink washer fluid as a standard feature. These little white girls who have these gangsta rappers to perform. So, we started discussing who we would have at our SSS party. I would have had Weird Al. This would eliminate the guilt of having to limit my guest list...all the jocks and cheerleaders would probably not have wanted to come. All my friends, the musician people, would have been really excited. We would party in the Civic Auditorium, decorated with posters of accordion masters, dine on My Bologna sandwiches and dance to White and Nerdy music. My party favors would be Al's video anthology, plus the box set of his Al TV series, as well as UHF. I would still probably be driving our family AMC Eagle or the minivan...no hummer for me. But, when my friends left the party, they would still respect me and want to be my friend. I'd also still have my dignityand would have had the COOLEST ENTERTAINIER EVER!!!!

Just call me Ginger

This is first successful posting of a picture by myself...I hope. I sit here blubbering like an idiot because it took me an hour just to move the picture to my folder. Then it took another hour to figure out how to get the da--thing out of the folder to the current location. I feel as though this cartoon was written for me when I am trying to learn about technology. I get confused to the point I get tunnel vision and can barely hear anything but my name. Occasionally I'll hear "Do you understand?' or "It is not that hard...you know how to cut and paste right?" NONONONONO!!!! I am just a stupid psychology major who changes diapers and wipes noses all day. Don't get me wrong, I love my children with all my heart. I would break a commandment in order to keep them safe. Feeling like a productive member of society, well that is another story. I have the dream that lots of housewives who occasionally watch Oprah have...my ingenius home-based business idea will make me a muti-gajillionaire. Do you have any ideas$$?