A Confederacy of Slackers

Well, I am about half way through the book club selection, A Confederacy of Dunces. I must say that half way is half way too much. I am not highly fond of the book and should save my ranting for the book club meeting, which by the way, has been postponed. It seems no one has read the book. Ah, just like the good old days in college when you needed to have, let's say, Galworthy read by Wednesday and you start reading Tuesday night and go into class, kinda quiet, looking down a lot and trying to avoid eye contact with the professor. However, class was never postponed and we never got more time to read . . . unless, of course, you had me as a professor and I came to class not having read the selection either. I was the queen of winging it. When you've taught the same thing for 9 years, yeah, you don't much care. Well, I didn't much care after 2 years, honestly.

Ok, my son is now showing me the large Pringles can and holding it down in his crotch area. How in hell did I raise this spawn? I guess I can blame that on his father!!

I found a very old friend of mine on Facebook today and it is really great to catch up with old friends from youth. Ayliz just had a baby (God, I do give sympathy to anyone who waits until my age to have a first baby, or any baby for that matter) and is happily married since 2007. She was probably one of my closest friends in school because she was from Turkey and not a total snob like everyone else in Claremont. Looking through old high school friends, it is true that the hot, popular people really don't age well. Most of the guys are fat, bald, and really old looking. Some of the women still look good, but many of them look like they could be my mom's age. I'm not saying that I look like a spring chicken, but damn, I sure as hell have aged much better than most. I can thank my Irish genes. Funny that many of the guys who were geeks and outcasts are pretty damn good looking now. So, the movies aren't as much fiction as I thought . . .

Since I haven't posted on here in ages, just thought I'd throw a little spice into the pan. I do live in Missouri and have very little to do being unemployed, and did I mention also in Missouri? Glad I have my kids and my ex (yes, he does rank up there in keeping me somewhat sane--and maybe a little insane) and my amazing boyfriend.

Speaking of my strange children, my daughter just came up to me with a shrunken white balloon and held it to her head saying, "Look at my little brain." All I can think of is, well, do I have to spell it out. Takes me back to Josh, the bartender, trying to win a game of beer pong against the girls (I was on the girls team) by doing "the brain." Ugh, my children are either wired the same way as me and my ex or they watch way too much Family Guy or they are just plain weird. Maybe a mix of both.

Until next time I get bored . . . which will be very soon.