Cleanse my what?

"Cleanse your colon"

I've been getting these weird emails every day for two weeks!

What the eff? Is this a drug, some sort of heavy duty, super duper enema? (I delete them immediately without opening them, so I really don't even know what they're touting.) Secondly, how the hell do these people know that my colon needs cleansing?? Creepy.

And now for some "Whiney Wednesday:"

I have just learned that tuition at my kids' ridiculously expensive school has gone up AGAIN. This time it went up about $2,400 EACH, AND we are required to purchase Apple laptops to the school's specification. Grrrrr! I'm pissed off. Actually, I feel more sick than pissed. I just don't know how I can keep this up.

I was already paying about $30K per year for the two of them to go to school. Now it's going to be about $35k. And this is for tuition only; this doesn't count the summer-spring uniforms or the winter uniforms (which are different), nor the school supplies which they supply (for uniformity), but which we are billed for, nor many other charges throughout the year. I'm being taken advantage of (translation: FUCKED IN THE ASS) because I have intelligent kids and I live in a big city whose public school system is SHIT. I really have no choice. 4 more years for my woman-child and *gulp* 9 more years for my man cub.

Suck it up, AtlantaMom.

My always kind and thoughtful Dad would say "Buck up," to which I always retorted (in my mind only, of course!) "shut the fuck up." It rhymed and it made me feel better.

Ok Wednesday Whine over.

The man cub got his first "shiner" yesterday at baseball practice. The ONE practice I missed! I felt so guilty learning that he had been hurt and I wasn't there to comfort him...The fact that I couldn't have done anything means nothing, of course. I had to pick up the dog from daycare, which made me late, so I decided to skip that practice and instead work on a yummy dinner. I was shocked and dismayed when he walked in with a big red lump just under his right eye. The ice pack came far too late; it will be purple by tonight or tomorrow morning.

Later I realized it was a sort of right of passage and told him the story about my first shiner, also from a baseball. As I recalled, I was playing with the neighborhood kids and my dad was pitching (the father unit actually being there was the real shocker). I was up to hit and he threw a wild one that beaned me in the eye. I also recall that my mom was pissed that I had to walk around with a black eye for a week. Ah, well.

I took a picture for the boy's scrapbook. :-)

And I wear my sunglasses at night
so I can,
so I can
forget my name while you collect your claim.
And I wear my sunglasses at night
so I can,
so I can
see the light that’s right before my eyes.

Sunglasses At Night - Corey Hart
(remember that one?)