Home Alone

Allen took the kids to his moms and I’m sitting here in my PJ’s chillin. I’ve already cleaned the house, well picked up the house. It just feels so weird to have a quiet house… Nice though. Yesterday we had a picnic at Sunol and had a great time. It was PERFECT weather. Breezy and cool, without being cold. Bright and sunny without being hot. It felt like Spring. It was strange walking around there with my dad and the kids. My memories of playing in that creek and camping there as a kid are so vivid. The smell of sycamore and willow trees filled the spring air. Just like it was did when I was a kid. Do you ever have those moments when your life feels like it’s right where it’s supposed to be? That was yesterday. Yesterday under the sycamore trees with my dad, just like when I was a kid.

On a less spiritual note, anyone seen the movie Let’s Go To The Prison? Starring Will Arnett (30 Rock) and Dax Shepard? OK, this is teh stupidest YET funniest movie I’ve seen in a long long time. I don’t know why or how or what, but it had me laughing my ass off. If you happen to see it somewhere, watch it!

Check out my latest post on the BioLog over at JamsBio,

Madonna: Still Rockin

So Madonna ruffled some feathers this past week by kissing one her female back up dancers at a gig in Paris. That’s right, I said Madonna, lesbian kiss, and concert. No it’s not 1990, it’s not even 2003, it’s 2008. That’s right it’s 2008, and many of you may be thinking the same thing I was. Are we still supposed to be shocked when Madonna french kisses a chick? I can’t imagine that there’s anyone who Madonna could French Kiss that would leave me shocked at all actually.

I mean really, this is Madonna. She let a dog lick her “stuff” for a picture in her Sex book back in 1992, and people are talking about her French Kissing some back up dancer? That was already old news back when Truth Or Dare came out. That was 1991. Really folks, Madonna is a big old mess of controversy, sex, and mystique. She always has been, that’s why she’s Madonna.

Madonna has been making music since my early childhood, and has been in the public eye for as long as I can remember. She showed a generation of girls that we are in control of our careers, our sexuality, and our lives. Now she’s giving that lesson to another generation. A generation in their fifties. She’s living proof that women can age on their own terms. She’s also a testament that pop icons can remain relevant even 25 years into their careers.

Some say she’s too old, that Hard Candy is just an attempt at staying young. I say wrong. Hard Candy is proof that Madonna still has her thumb on the pulse of pop culture, she’s just as hot as she ever was, and she still could care less what the critics have to say.

Her tour makes a stop here in the Bay Area in November, and I’m putting money on the fact that it will be a kick ass show whether there’s French Kissing or not.

Math+Me= Greek

So I took my assessment tests today to go back to school. I did just fine with the English sections (at least it seemed like it was pretty easy) but I knew I was headed straight for the crapper as soon as I hit those math questions. Here’s an example of what I saw on the test,

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That was about it. I’m sure I answered only 2 of the questions right, at best. I sucked at math back in school and I suck even worse at it now.  Almost 15 years later! Makes me feel like I’m too old. Is 30 too old? For crying out loud, it’s an Associate Teacher certificate to teach pre-school. Why should I even have to deal with math at all? OK, I know I’ll have to have it to get my AA, but it just seems stupid. 
On the other hand, walking through a college campus felt, in a word, GOOD. I felt young, I felt hopeful, and inspired. It was a good feeling.
Speaking of good feelings, I am still walking on a cloud over the news that I won the Thriller contest. I was told the judges “loved my story”. It just feels awesome. I’ve always been so chicken to enter anything I’ve written into any kind of contest, and boom, finally I do it, and I win. It’s a total confidence builder, for sure. Now if only I could get a laptop so I could start focusing even more time on writing…
Happy Mother’s Day to all the mom’s out there, and for those of who aren’t mom’s but have a child whose life you offer a little bit of love to, Happy Mom’s Day to you too.

The Song Remembers When

OK, so it’s Thursday and you know what that means. Pre-Lost time killing. Did anyoe watch last week? I am in love with Desmond! Anyway, on with the post… This week in the world of Meganomics,

-I am so absolutely addicted to the website I’m writing for, Jamsbio. Basically you choose a song and write a little story about a memory you have relating to the song. Anyone who knows me, knows that this is an obsessive thing I do with songs anyway, so it’s only fair I make a little extra money doing it. The site is still in beta mode right now, (not public) but will be going public soon. You can follow my link and see if you can get an access code by typing in your email address. It’s so strange how a song can zap you, like a Delorean back in time to another place. You hear a song on the radio and you’re whole world just stops for three minutes….

-I am putting a Lost blog together. I figure maybe I can work some of my addiction to Lost out by writing about it every week. Stay tuned for that..if I ever get around to finishing it.

-Follow the link to Associated Content. I just got my first article published there. It’s about Haunted Places in Livermore. Spooooky! They paid me $4.00 to write a few words about the places we used to go drink beer. Who knew?

-And of course the ongoing Harvey Family Bankruptcy 2008 (no longer tax debt-yay!) saga continues. We are in week 9 or 10 I believe. We went to see our senile old bankruptcy lawyer on Saturday and finally gave him our tax stuff. He said that he would be calling this week sometime to let us know when to come in to sign the papers. We have yet to hear from him, of course. That Saturday when we woke up, Patrick asked what day it was and I said Saturday. “He said “Are we going to the lawyers again?” Nice, I can imagine what he tells his class on Monday when they ask what we did over the weekend. As we were leaving the lawyers office Patrick said, “Boy our lawyer sure is old isn’t he?” I’m pretty sure the lawyer heard him, I wonder if that’s why he hasn’t called?

-I have to admit that I have not been watching American Idol this season. I guess with the writers strike I just got used to being on the computer and now I’m having a hard time tearing myself away. But, I am now intrigued over this male stripper debacle. At a guy strip cub? Props to AI for mixing it up a little! Yes, I say props to AI because it’s not like they didn’t know this before choosing him , I mean C’mon. Maybe I’m just bitter because they kicked off our very own Donnie (from my own hometown) a few seasons back because he got a DUI the weekend before the first America voting round. That sucked. But I digress… Guy male strippers on American Idol? Oh yea, I am definitely in.

-How about Hilary’s win this week? Ok, I hope I don’t alienate any of my readers (All two of them) by saying woo hoo! Not to say I don’t dig Obama, I do, but a lady president? I am women hear me roar baby!!

-Patrick Swayze, pancreatic cancer? Have you heard this? Depending on the source you hear it from, he’s either responding well to treatment or only has a few weeks to live. I hope it’s the responding well, because he’s Patrick Swayze damn’t!!! God would never take our beloved Outsider, our Wolverine, our Johnny Castle for heaven’s sake! I refuse to believe it.

-Have you seen the new Indiana Jones trailer? AAAHHHHH! I just watched it and feel like a little kid!! That music gave me goosebumps…

-OK, well that’s it for now. I wish I could afford to get myself a used laptop so my posting wasn’t restricted to times when the kids aren’t otherwise occupied. If anyone wants to donate to the cause, drop me a line… HA HA

-I’ve got a Cadbury Egg waiting for me, don’t you just love Easter time?

The week in Meghan

We did our taxes last Saturday. Our bankruptcy lawyer has explained he needs our 2007 taxes before he can file the bankruptcy. This is very frustrating, because it’s been a month since we paid him, and we should have filed by now. It’s not really his fault, though he is kind of old, and a little senile, it’s mainly because we are self employed, something that apparently makes filing bankruptcy an even bigger bitch. Great. We didn’t really mind doing our taxes so soon, because as it turned out our senile lawyer might be able to save the return we were expecting. Yay! That’s a good thing because we forgoed paying most of our bills last month in order to pay the stupid bankruptcy.

Uh-oh, our senile old tax lady underestimated how much we should have paid in our estimated payment last year, and now we owe. We owe in the ball park of $4,000.
We owe, we owe, so it’s off to bankruptcy court we go, fa la la la, we owe, we owe…. Yea you get the picture.

On a much lighter note, the Strike Is Over! Praise the good lord of pop culture! The coolest part, not only will all of my favorite shows finish out the season, but the writers got what they wanted! Everybody wins. Especially the viewers.

I got to interview Renee Sloan, Scott Baio’s wife, on Friday. That was a blast! She was a total sweetheart. Of course my stupid recorder wasn’t working so ended having to take notes on everything she said. Heaven forbid anything actually go smoothly…You can see my interview along with my recaps of the Scott Baio show at The Shack. (realityshack.com)

We went to a birthday party today for one of Patrick’s little buddies from school. It was so much fun. I can’t believe my little guy has buddies, and birthday parties to go to. I can’t believe he’s going to be 5 next month! We have not decided what to do yet, but I really want to make it special, since it will be his first birthday party inviting classmates.

Red Eyes & A Dead Car (or as we call it around here, Wednesday)

1:00AM: I woke up with my left eye watering and itchy and very very red. Anyone who ever made the mistake of sharing eyeliner back in junior high, or anyone with kids knows what I’m talking about. Pink Eye! Of course I have pink eye. We can’t go more than a day or two without SOMETHING going wrong.

5:30AM: After pretty much no sleep, thanks to the pink eye and the horrible gut wrenching cough (that still is hanging on from this cold that won’t go away) I got up and took a hot shower, rinsed out my itchy red painful left eye, and remembered we had eye-drops in the medicine cabinet from the last time the kids had pink eye. Yay! I finally caught a break. Not so much. The expiration date on those stupid antibiotic eye-drops are last month. I don’t know about you, but I’m not putting any expired eye-drops in my eyes. Great, that means I have to call Kaiser and order a prescription, which we don’t have money for anyway.

6:30AM: Cheyanne woke up yelling “Mommy! I can’t see!” Her eye was blurry and crusty and red. She has pink eye too. It’s not even 7 yet! Happy Wednesday to me.

8:45AM Morning is progressing with it’s normal chaos. Kids yelling, breakfast being served, and legos covering every square inch of the floor. It takes me about 15 minutes to get all 6 kids dressed and ready to take Patrick to school. I place everyone in front of Dora the Explorer, so I can run out and warm up the car. Running right on time. Perfect.

8:47AM: Use my little electronic beepy thingy to unlock the car, but it won;t work. Great the battery must be dead. So I have to actually use the key to unlock the car door! Oh the horror! I put the key into the ignition and nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Dead car, dead battery. Why is it not Friday yet?

8:50AM: Call Tanner’s mom, Kari and she’s still home! She says she can pick up Patrick on the way. Awesome. The rest of the kids start an all revolt when I start taking their jackets & shoes off. They still want to take Patrick to school. They begin trying to attack me with the previously mentioned legos. I should’ve cleaned them before breaking the news we weren’t going anywhere. Damn.

9:00AM: I sure could use a cup of coffee about now. But the coffee maker is as dead as the car. I’m assured we will be getting a new one this weekend, that does nothing for me today. I settle for OJ.

9:01AM: Have decided to call all my daycare kids moms, and have them come get their kids so that I can go back to bed. OK, so that didn’t really happen. A girl can dream, right?

9:02: Nap time is still 3 hours away. 3 very long hours away…..

California Primary-It’s Magic Time!

When I was a kid I had a teacher tell me something that has forever been imbedded into my brain. I must have been in the second grade and there was a presidential election happening (must have been Reagan running for his 2nd term). The topic was general qualifications for running for president. The thought had crossed my mind of running at some point (Not for that election, and if you don’t believe I was wondering what it would take to be the first female president at the age of 7, you didn’t know me as a child…), and I asked my teacher about it. What she said forever impacted my views on racism & sexism forever.

“Unfortunately you will probably never see a female president in your lifetime. If you’re lucky, maybe a black man. This country will be ready for a black man as Commander In Chief, long before it will be ready for a woman.” I always took that as fact. When rumors began to swirl. years later, that Colin Powell may run for president I thought, this is it. Here he is. It never happened. When Al Gore lost his bid for the presidency, I realized that if Al Gore can’t get in, then I probably won’t ever see a black man in the White House. The idea of woman, still was something that I believed if I was lucky my daughter could see someday. Certainly not something I’d ever get to witness for myself.

Well as fate would have it, my teacher was wrong. Here I am, 30 years old and looking over my California voter information guide, and listening to CNN. The two front runners in this Primary election, a Young Black Man from the good city of Chicago, and a former First Lady, the balls out Senator from New York. Considering the state of the economy, the state of the world, and all the Americans screaming out for help, for someone to listen, and for change, it looks like one of them will certainly be our next president. At this point can we REALLY go wrong either way?

Hell no. It fills me with such genuine pride that my children could very well grow up in a world with a woman or a black man as president. The relationships between men & women, blacks & whites would forever be different. They would grow up with a TOTALLY different perspective on life. It’s truly magical. This is one of the most important and incredible moments in history, so I hope YOU ALL are planning on being a part of it.

You only have until the 22nd to register if you are not already. And you have until the 29th to apply to vote by mail. Click on my rock the vote banner on my profile to do both online, it’s quite simple.
February 5th!!! Don’t let history pass you by, live it baby!!!