A Social Climbers Diary

Sep 2, 2005 at 07:26 o\clock

If I WERE IN CHARGE...

Mood: Feeling Blessed
Listening to: The Fresh Prince Of Bel Air

     The government sickens me to know that they are not able to help these people more quickly. I heard last night on the news that funding was available and ready to be used to correct the levy situation years ago, but Bush decided to have the money used on something else!

     Let me just say that if I were in charge and down there I would find EVERYONE shelter, warm meals, showers, and phones.  I wouldn't care what it took. I would fluff your pillows every night and give you all those wonderful hospital back massages. I would take my $5 for lunch today, which I have always whined is not enough but never again, and buy 25 boxes of macaroni and cheese and feed lots of you. I would have counselors available to work with you all on anxiety, depression, ptsd, and other conditions mounting. Social workers and insurance agents galore would be around starting the aid and reimbursement needed to become anew.  Pastors would be ready to talk with you regarding Christ's Love for us all.

     May God Bless You All and May You Find Peace and Comfort In That.

Aug 29, 2005 at 07:29 o\clock

Walmart-ing at 5 a.m. is bizarre in itself!

Mood: hot and grumpy
Listening to: screaming cartoons

    After a full night of sleeping for an hour, watching hurricane Katrina for then an hour on CNN, and repeating this lineup back and forth all night, I must of been sent myself into hysteria or the beginning of a manic phase. 

     It started when Aiden arrived home past ten last night after a day-long trip to Indy to draft his Fantasy Football League.  Found it radiant that he never told me he could be so lagging as it was a school night.  I was considering that he was abducted my a psycho, or lying dead in a muddy ravine on I-70 somewhere (damned panic disorder).  It was when I was practically mentally choosing his casket color that ol' boy walked through the door and disclosed that he needed "5 binders and 5 book covers NOW for school tommorrow." I replied with a simple slam of my bedroom door which was my way of saying "not a chance". 

     Unfortunatly,  found myself wide awake, not to mention cigarette-less, at 4:30 this morning so headed to Walmart for binders, covers, and Smokes.  Found that only the "abnormal" shop at the Wally-world during the night and commonly cashiers are half asleep. Fortunately, found binders and most importantly the Smokes, but minus book covers unless I thought he might be agreeable to Spiderman or Hello Kitty covers for his high school Algebra book.

Aug 24, 2005 at 04:07 o\clock

First Day of School Overview

Mood: wide awake at 4:07 A.M.
Listening to: crickets

    Intoxicatedly jolly to proclaim that Aiden had an intriguing first day of high school.  I can tell as I asked him how it went and he said "fine", and when asked what he did he sounded off with "nothing". When asked if he got lost he answered with a "huh".  Appears that he will have a exhilarating first year!

     My 11-year-old, 6th grade son, Lang, reported home in full detail adding that there is such a mass of kindergarteners this year that it reminds him of gum; they are always stuck to the bottom of your shoe. Lang is not too chipper about P.E. class today as he refers to his instructor as a military drill sergant.

     My 9-year-old daughter, Paris, came home in exaltation as she spoke multiple times to the love of her life (since kindergarten anyway), Joshua.  She even had the opportunity to slam the classroom door in his face which is a sure sign of love in these day and times.

Aug 23, 2005 at 07:10 o\clock

OH NO...He Can't Go!

Mood: Feeling Way TOO OLD to own a High Schooler
Listening to: Crickets Chirping

    My panic-stricked eyes flew open at 6:30 a.m. and I couldn't have been less in a hurry.  I flew down the stairs in my t-shirt and underwear, not caring who on earth I passed in the process, including the President himself, on a hunt for my 15-year-old son, Aiden. 

     When I found him I simply said, "You cannot go.  I am sorry but I cannot let you.  I have been there and its not a nice place sometimes. There are drugs there, so I hear anyways (although I was never offered them), and girls!  I simply cannot let you and I am sorry.  It was there that I carried you around in my stomach at much too young an age.  Its just not right for you. You have goals in life and want to attend a grand college. It will screw up your life".     

     My begging and pleading did not seem to effect my oldest child as he continued to roll his eyes throughout my speech.  Not listening, he continued to roll them as he passed through the front door on his way to his first day of high school.