When is the lucy gordon investigation over already?

I detect trends. I do. I just do. So, I detect a trend that many blogs are dying due to them being replaced by other trends. The blog has always been the bastion of the type who needs to say more than facebook and now twitter will allow and yet the blog is still at the whim of other trends. I just type really and hope that it elevates my mood somewhat.

Well, I woke up after telling my girls that I will just lie down for 5 minutes.... I woke up 14 hours later. Ha. I have done this non stop in the last week. I genuinely am sure that I will just lie down and then many hours later I wake up with my earings on and the shirt I planned to wear to go out and do something ... meaningful. When I sleep a lot I dream a lot and when I dream a lot I remember some of my dreams.

Now, sharing dreams of the more literal kind is always going to "not work." So, anyway I was smoking a cigar and then Johh Cusack drove by in a muffin..." Just doesnt' work as conversational. Never fails that these strange strange things called dreams need the context of whatever color and sound your brain is giving them. But, there are some exceptions. Those dreams that are so odd and seem to be shareable. Like the one(s) I'm obviously about to share.

So... I dreamt that I met Obama and Michelle. Wow. Did we get along. Just laughing about the presidency and what a hoot and just KINSHIP. So, in this dream I'm thinking hey I am now dear friends with the President and his wife and I never ever ask for anything from anyone job or careerwise and I need to ask Obama if he could get me a job. So, in the dream I get up the gumption.. and he says, "Sure." He then makes some calls and he get me a job at a ... Casino as a Casino Worker of some sort. Not clear in the dream what it was but it was clear in the dream and after the dream that I was dissapointed.

Then, I dreamt that I was in Israel with my good grandmother and I decided to move there to be closer to her and because in the dream I was too lazy to go to the airport to get my flight. Also, in this dream I was very excited that I could eat Pizza because Passover in Israel is over a day earlier than in America and in this dream this filled me with ecstacy. Also, in this dream something happened where I left a dirty room behind somewhere and felt terrible but mainly It was about moving to Isreal to be with my grandmother and how I was fed up with America. My good grandmother has been dead for about 15 years now so it's obvious that dream also caused some dissapointment upon the waking.

So, here I sit, somewhat awak, and I'm let down that Obama gave me a Casino Job, My grandmother is long dead, and that I am stuck in Los Angeles, America. Even the shitty casino job is illusion though and so I'm doubly dissapointed, as they say. But, it's not remotely Passover and I could have Pizza. I'm not even crazy about Pizza so I don't know what the hell that was about.

So, now blog I've shared my literal dreams with you. I've shared a few hopes too along way too, blog, and so I think we are starting to bond a tiny bit. You may feel differently and that is fine....


I will now draw up another post where I share names for stores etc.

Mommy, Controversy, Labels that belabor, muffins and so on.

Mommy Henya, of course, doesn't know about his blog but she just walked by the monitor and saw my profile picture and she said, "why do you put yourself in such darkness." and I said, "Because I'm a serial killer." and she laughed because she thinks I am kidding. Mommy Henya says things that tickle me to the marrow, constantly. I mentioned in a previous post that she said she was "deaf in her right... leg." Yesterday, I gave her a foot massage and she said how good it was and I said, "how is your hearing?" Without a beat she said, " I still can't hear in my left leg."

She is convinced that Christian De la Fuente from Dancing with the stars is a "bandit who got a cortisone shot and is just using it to win." Mommy Henya went on about her two torn ligaments on her legs and how she walks on them and De la Fuente shouldn't make such a fuss. Then, she threatened to convert to catholicism to show the jews how lousy they were to us in our time of need , and then she told me that if the prices keep getting worse we should grow tomatoes. The tomatoes thing is more absurd that it may seem to the casual observer. Common wisdom might fight it creepy to call one's mother(or adoptive mother) mommy but i never said i wasn't creepy.

Libby is on the phone. According to her, Molly, wants to join us in our muffin business. Molly is a good name to attach to a muffin business so I said okay. She's going to make lychee muffins. I can just feel it in the air- the lowfat yogurt craze is winding down but lychee and mochi will survive either way. I predict that frozen yogurt with a berry theme has reached its saturation point and will soon dissapear.

I have been too busy with lifestyle maintenace to blog about my thoughts and feelilngs and all the ephemera and effluvia that builds up and must be released.

According to my research, tea, is the wave of the future and "tea houses." are going to be the place to bring one's laptop and meet one's social circle. It is what happened on "Friends." and so it shall be. I brew a mean tea and feel hopeful that I will be able to refer to myself as an entrepeneur very shortly.

Syesha is finally gone. I like both Davids. But, since I hear whispers of the Archulletta boy being an abused child, I want him to win and be saved somehow. He seems a sweet mess and I wish him well. I find David Cook to be one of the smart and special ones(also jason castro, brooke) and I'd love him to win too. I find the episode where the top 3 go to their hometowns particularly depressing. Who are this people in hysterics over strangers? Makes me want to live on a farm, far away from fans. What an ugly word to me, "fan."

You see I wanted to talk about religion and christ and judaism and crucifixion and the jarring insights that I had about that just yesterday. But, until my readership reaches a hearty 200 hits i feel it best to discuss current events and such. Obama? I present to my community as a supporter. Frankly, everyone in my gated nabe has garnered enough wealth to not really be affected by any candidate. I mean there is always the chance that the riff raff will go all Versaille on us so it's best to supply them with adequate social services. That's my take.

But, my real affinity is for Hillary. I find the woman fabulous. I like her overbite and her voice and her strongness and I desperately want her to beat that silly Obama. i find Obama sort of completely absurd as a candidate. I feel like I am about as qualified as him and I don't think any one would vote for me for president. There is not the slightest racial motivation for this opinion. I simply can't believe he could keep a straight face around rev. Wright for 20 years. Rev. Wright wears an illfitting dashiki and gets all george jefferson when he is so inclined. "His been there done that" conspiracy theories don't endear him to me either. I have no doubt that if paternalistic leftists weren't in charge of the media, Rev. Wright would be presented to the public as a complete joke. Ooh, i smelt a contoversial opinion, and I think that will hasten my success as a blogger.

Men who hate Hillary have mother issues and arguing with them would be fruitless. Oh my, I am bored with myself and my suppositions and surmises and conjectures. I expound and I try to be profound and lah di dah. Fans of the true crime genre will wonder why I am not discussing my bountiful criminal past and present. I am the one and only blogger who is both a soccer mom and a serial killer and who has named her blog accordingly. I don't blame them for thier displeasure. I anticipated that my willingness to out myself as a soccer mom and serial killer would draw a vivacious and vocal readership. I anticipated wrong(LOL) and Delmont Klein is not being exposed and exalted as I'd hoped. So, as you can see, I am deflated. I will post a childrens poem that Delmont wrote and never tried to publish. He mistakenly thought that time was on his side. he told me it wasn't about him but I'm not so sure. May he rest in peace.

A boy named Stall

Let me introduce you all
To a boy named
Stall

when it was
Summer
He’d say he’d do it in the fall

Fall would come as a rule

And Stall would say,
By winter everything will be cool.

winter was only a few

shorts months away
And stall was sure as sure
That till then

he could dream and play

One significant day

He had a nightmare

where he saw himself as

moldy clay
being eaten by a vulture
He woke up screaming.
I will use the clay to make to make--

the most beautiful sculpture.

He’d start tomorrow
he went back to sleep
Dreamt of his tombstone's inscription:
--Stall didn’t sow and Stall didn’t reap


in a cliche of cold sweat,
he awoke

fearing for this cruel fate

he spoke:
Can't be, Can't be

I'll cease today to procrasitnate

along the way

he was forced to see

that judgements got passed

Without the opportunity

to
Enter a plea

time to move, not sit.
Possibilities were endless
But time -- not infinite

Stall jumped off his bed
so much potential
it was painful to ponder
He felt grateful that at least his name

wasn’t squander.


I will do .I will do.

he would sing
And predictable like the change of seasons
winter came along with reasons
To save himself for spring


He’d be a star oneday
He just needed to find his own
right way
All play and no work

had made everyone and himself

think of him as a jerk

My responsibilities I shall not shirk
Was what he thought next
But thoughts like words
are useless

in his

current context.

See, stall did have all the gifts god does bestow
But he’d looked the gifthorse in the mouth
And instead of a friend, it became his foe.
he didn’t know
that his life wasn’t a gift

but a loan
And when payment came due
It wan't prudent to postpone.

He wondered, if he ,

was

running from

rather than

-- out of luck.
200 seasons passed and stall still
stayed stuck

If a moral to such sad stories
must be sought
Dreams not chased
will never

get caught.

I'm better now. So, another first- hating superdelegates. Who are these super morons who are picking Obama over Hillary. I can't get over how a completely unviable candidate is going this far due completely to the wretched liberals who will prosper if a penguin is elected president. I really do loathe them on a personal level as I live amogst them. One day I will tell you about the liberals in Baja. That is a story that will summarize the true nature of the overt do gooder. See a face in the crowd and lonesome rhodes as played by Andy Griffith. This is really awful and anyone who votes for obama is worthy of Mr. T saying "I pity the fool." What ever happened to Mr. T? I wonder where he lives and if he recounts his days on the X team or squad or whatever it was , over and over again all the time. Does he leave the house much? He can't get a real job and he can't get a fake job. What does he do with the hours when he is not asleep. Maybe he does voiceovers. i don't know. Does anyone know? I wanna know. The news now says that a woman was beaten for cutting a line at disneyworld. All i can say is that she is very lucky I lost all joy in amusement parks, cause if I was present at the time of her selfish modernday shithead behavior I might have made her my 74th victim. Luck is such a relative concept, doncha think, taters? What does stephanie powers do with her days? Is she a figment of my imagination or does she really exist after Hart to Hart. I see that label open space what should I put there?