2.12.2010

It's February Already?

I'm not sure what is stealing my time away, but I look up and see that the last time I wrote you, Dear Reader, is way back in December. How the hell did that happen? What on earth have I been up to? I can tell you that whatever I've been doing, it's not been with some great guy (well, that's if you don't count Cam or James the cat) or anything else particularly interesting.

One thing I have been doing is going to parenting classes. The first one is mandatory for Cam's preschool. It's a part of the program. I guess making us volunteer once a month, giving me homework and participation in field trips just isn't enough. Nope, I've got to give up two hours per week for ten weeks. That's right, you read that right: twenty precious hours of vacation given up to the old LAUSD. They need teachers? I can tell that whoever thought up this little gem of a waste of time, did so when women stayed home and didn't go out and work for a living. Yeah, we're all thrilled to be in that one.

And then, there's the class I want to be in - it's one hour a week during lunch hour over at UCLA. It's to help me manage Cam's out of control spoiledness. I just made that up. But you get the idea, he's spoiled and thinks he's the king of the world - no offense James Cameron. He doesn't think he has to do anything the teacher, the helper or the other teachers ask him. Actually, he doesn't think he has to do anything he doesn't want to do. And, of course, that's driving me batty. He will obey. One day. Right?

So maybe that's what I've been doing. And working. Yeah, work is going great. So great, that Skinny Gal got promoted and I'm looking for a new admin... I'm doing great! I just reminded myself that I'm depressed about that.

Or, maybe I've been enjoying television. Oh, I am doing that. You can bet that doesn't and will never include Jay Leno on any of his shows (so graceless).

And shopping - gotta love Talbot's sales!

Anything else?

I might break down and try Match.com again. I'm getting lonely and two cats (and a dog - a dog means I can't be a crazy cat lady, right?) really are enough.

Even though my one resolution was to be less lazy, I don't think I'm doing such a good job. Scott Brown is starting to look cute.

Oy vey!