Is it just me? Barak Obama, Chairman Mao and Andy Warhol

Please understand that I won’t be poking fun at McCain any time soon. Why? First off, I’m a registered Republican (for now), and secondly because he’s one crazee ass motherfucker that could probably kill me with a strand of twine and a wet matchstick. I’m not voting for thrilled with Obama but I’m pretty sure I can say what I like and stay out of prison. So McCain is off limits here. Related?

Quick Weekend Recap

Friday brought the kids to camp and the dog to the sitter. Drove to Goleta (Santa Barbara area) Stopped on the way (Camarillo) for outlet shopping and discovered that really mediocre clothes in giant sizes make their way to the outlet stores. If you are morbidly obese Nike has plenty of discounted tennis skirts for you. They had one size small, it was stained in three places and they offered me 10% off. Uh, gee thanks Nike but I already have disgusting stained skirts at home. Stayed at an okay …

Tennis Anyone?

I’m off to the Brady Tennis Camp tomorrow. Before I leave there is a three page spreadsheet about various activities I’ve planned for the kids; basketball, playdates, birthday parties and a few rules. You know my mom was an elementary school teacher for 30 years. I’m sure she needs my notes. (to be fair, it was public school)

Gone Fishin’

7 years. 267 cracked toenails. 1,900 eye patches. 2.252 nights spent with bunny rabbit. 2 surgeries. 3 ER visits and only one was Mommy’s fault. 2 years of school, both of them wonderful. 2 summers of camp. 2,282 goodnight kisses. Immeasurable love.

Strangers in my Home

The LA Mommy Bloggers couldn’t wait for their formal launch party in September and someone who rhymes with SoCalMom (Yeah I get no privacy so either do you) suggested a less formal get together. Because I can’t hold my liquor and don’t want a DUI I’m a giver I volunteered my home. It dawned on me this morning that I invited a dozen women to my home. None of whom I’ve ever met. If you are not in possession of a set of ovaries you really don’t know what this …