well...

{listening to Lenny Kravitz - Can We Find A Reason}
day 2, and i haven't given up on this yet. not sure that is a record or anything, but i'm glad i remembered.

The Boy starts school today. 7th grade. he believes he's all grown up and is going by himself. thinks he can handle it. supposedly they are just getting their schedules and having a "fun activity" day. wtf is that. I remember when school started and, i don't know, we went to class, got told sit down and shut up. had to write the obligatory essay of "what i did with my summer" i always loved those, cause mostly, i spent my time at the beach, getting sunburned and sand blasted. short and sweet. though i'm sure there was some embellishment on the actual activities, teachers don't want to hear that you smoked and drank and flirted with boys far older than you, they don't want to know that you laid out in the sun with your Hawaiian tropic tanning oil that smelled of coconuts and burnt yourself to a crisp that only the Colonel could be proud of. Having the smell and look of a coconut pork rind was were it was at in the 80's in my lower SoCal neck of the woods.

But alas, my kids get to write about going on vacation from their parents for a month, splashing in the swimming pools with their aunts & uncles & cousins & grandparents, bbqing, staying out too late with the "summer friends", being far too cool for their own good, massaging the wallets of all the adult relatives who haven't seen them in a year. tempting the cousin who has the strict parents to break the rules, enjoying the freedoms, pushing the boundaries cause parents are 3-5 states away. phone calls home are brief and of course they are being good for everyone. gotta love the teenagers. the secret lives of being bigger than life itself. the greatest responsibility is not getting caught doing whatever it is that you aren't supposed to be doing.

back to the school thing. more gigantic turd that is Princess is starting high school. she did in fact get her schedule yesterday. frankly, i was surprised. i didn't think it would happen after all of the chaos that has gone on. today, Honey has to take her again, pay the fees, get the books, find the locker, etc. lets hope this is the end of it and the poor girl can go to school unaccompanied. too bad she'll have to ride the bus at some point. how uncool. in colorado, if you are under 18, you can't have other kids who are under 18 & not your sibling in your car. how kids are allowed to date, i'm not sure. but i find this extremely comforting that she will not be hitching a ride to school with the 16 yr old up the street that wears his pants around his ankles and belts his boxers. I'm not so old that i can't appreciate the baggy pants style, but for shit's sake kids, pull 'em up above your knees. if you can't walk, your pants don't fit. if you have to hold them up so you don't trip and fall, your pants don't fit. if you are 5'6" and 150, and you buy a XXXL.. it doesn't fit.

she did have a good day all in all, so thats a relief. met a few people. sat with the nerds at lunch, and then was ecstatic when relatively cool girls said she didn't have to sit with the nerds. i think this lone event justified the $65 ripped jeans from Hollister in her mind. someone, besides her, knows she is not a nerd. hallelujah, praise the baby jesus, light a candle, rub your beads, sacrifice a chicken. this was the "big" deal of the day. do what you gotta do, my little princess, do what you gotta do.

long post.. {now listening to Wyclef Jean - Stayin Alive}