"The screamin tires, the bustin glass, the painful scream that I heard last"

You know, ever since I saw the first Volkswagon commercial where the two guys are driving along, chatting with eachother and out of nowhere a car comes and crashes into them, my life has changed. I can be watching a tv show, living vicariously through Kate or Joy or Michael, when it shows them in a car. My heart rate starts to increase. My palms get sweaty. God forbid the driver look over at the passenger and start talking. When that happens, I actually have to get up and walk around the room, or sneak into the kitchen for a snack. I'm always expecting a car to come barreling through an intersection and plow into them. It's really awful. Those ads really get to me, and it's ruining my television viewing experience.

It's that time of the year again. I hate when it happens. It's election time. I really am so sickingly tired of the ads these politicians run. They don't have anything good to say, just negative things about their opponents. The only thing I know about any of them, after months of their campaigning, is who they hate. I wish that everyone would refrain from voting for any candidate that ran negative ads. Wouldn't that be something? If on election day, only a handful of people showed up to vote. I'd love it.
You know what else I love? As silly as it sounds, I love when THE SHELL WITH IT shows up at the top of the list. Isn't that ridiculous? But I love it. I really do.
I bought a new $45.00 bra from Victoria Secrets. I love their bras, and I can walk in and buy any 34C and know it's going to fit. But, this time I wanted a non-underwire bra. So, I bought the IPEX one. I hate it. It's bunchy on the sides, and it kind of hurts across my back. What gives VS????

"Tears on my pillow, pain in my heart..."

I need a new pillow. I had the best pillow in the world. I'd had it since I was a kid (imagine the "stuff" living inside of it) but I had to get rid of it about a year or so ago. Now, I can't find a pillow I like. I wake up with headaches, and neckaches all the time. It can't be too soft, and it can't be too hard. It needs to be just right. I feel like Goldilocks. A couple of months ago Keith bought me a $75 pillow with memory foam inserts in them - yuck. The worst pillow yet. And, the problem is, in the store, they all feel comfortable. Of course, I'm only touching them. Not laying on them for six hours.
Any recommendations? Can I get a little assistance? Help a brother out!

"Wednesday at three I called the phone company, singin' hey baby put a phone in for me"

We went to get new cell phones last week. We switched to Cingular, the family plan. Radio Shack had a deal on phones, so that's where we went. BIG MISTAKE! There was only one person working and the whole process took only 3.5 hours! And then, when he had the phones all sitting on the counter, programmed and ready to go, he went to the back room to get the paperwork he printed, someone came in and swiped one of the phones. Right in front of us. Well, right in front of Keith. Braden, JJ and I were looking in another section of the store at remote control cars. So, we had to start all over again with the 4th phone. What a waste of a Sunday afternoon.

School is going well. We probably have the worst class in the whole building (barring the Conduct Disorder class). But, I really like the teacher I'm working with, and the staff in the neighboring classrooms too. They are a bunch of very funny people, and the day really flies. One of my kids told me earlier this week that "someone should punch me in the head and teach me a lesson". I just laughed and said if were that easy, my husband would have done it years ago. Sometimes, if I have to entertain them for a short period of time, I'll tell them my stories that I used to post here. Last week, I told them about being clothes-lined in 7th grade. I showed them a very geeky picture of me to go along with the story. One of my toughest kids looked at the picture and said, "Miss, if you would have taken those glasses off I'd have hit that." I looked at him and cleared my throat, and he said, "Sorry, I would have asked for your number." I said, "thank you, I think?"

Someone said, and I think it was Binx, that maybe things would change and JJ would like his teacher, and Braden would hate his. Well, it happened. Or, I should say it's happening. Thanks, Binx. Why couldn't you have predicted that they would both end up liking their teachers?

Today we're going to a picnic/party. It's a reunion of a softball league that used to play 25 years ago. I'm sure there will be lots of drunked men there, reliving their glory days. I'm also sure that Keith will be included in that bunch.