Captain’s Log 4,470
Based on yesterday’s entry, I don’t think my parenting ideas would have gone over too well with the current culture.
My motto(s) is(are)….. DO IT AND DO IT NOW! BECAUSE I SAID SO. YOU ARE SIXTEEN. GET YOUR FOOKIN’ DRIVER’S LICENSE, FER CRISSAKES!
That should be enough, don’t you think?
I never made it to JHE’s salon yesterday. She called and told me someone had stolen the copper plumbing and they had no water! Holy mommacita! Fortunately, she was able to re-schedule for today. I don’t think I have ever had my hair cut on a Sunday before. I had gum taken out of my hair on a Saturday night once. I was probably 16 years old and I thought it would be a fine idea to stick my gum behind my ear when I took a hot bath. Hot bath. Steamy room. Melted gum. The harder I tried to remove it, the worse it got. I don’t think I have ever seen my mother so angry at 10:00 PM on a Saturday. Her hairdresser was one of her best friends. Not sure if that made it better or worse.
How can people be so horrendous to even THINK of challenging Oscar Pistorius for competing in the Olympics on prosthetic legs! Can you believe that? People actually challenged it on the premise that he has an “unfair advantage” because the blade legs are springy. WTF? The man has no fookin’ LEGS! I watched him run last night and I cheered. I was home alone and I stood up in my living room and cheered. Scared the dogs but they forgave me.
Just like people complain about Gabby’s hair or the fact that she thanked God instead of her family, coaches, trainers, etc. Shut up! These Olympics are NOT about you! Surprise!
Off to see Joanie. I am in charge of muffins. We’ll see which one of us has the emotional intelligence to eat the muffin top last. News at 11:00.