Nobody Loves No One

Ok first off, I slept like crap and I totally blame CSI. I hate ventriloquist dummies. It goes all the way back to a reoccurring nightmare from childhood where I am trapped in a chair being laughed at by a Charlie McCarthy dummy. It is unpleasant. To this day if there is shit going on in my life that I am not facing I tend to get the nightmare. Such fun. So last night's season finale with the HORRID little Chloe doll freaked me out in a big way. I had to sleep under the covers. I did find Catherine's David Lynch crack wildly amusing though. She raised a good point. Where was the dwarf?

Parent teacher conference went well. My but daughter is a saucy little wench. This I already knew, but boy howdy the collection of her writing work from school totally proved it. She included her review of the book Hatchet by Gary Paulsen. She hated it. She hates every last single thing Gary has ever written. She called him pretentious with a tendency for using dumbed down dialogue but occasionally tossing in an obscure word so that the reader gets that Gary is smart, he is just writing stupid for the masses that read him. She lit into him like I do with Ernest Hemingway. Half way through her reading her dad turned and looked at me and said he was hearing my rant on Hemingway in his head. She was not quite as nasty as I am. I once told a very pretentious English teacher that the reason Ernie offed himself was that someone made him read his own books. And I meant it. The apple has not fallen too far from the tree. Now I just need to pin her to her seat long enough to get her hooked on Catcher In The Rye.

Hrmm...maybe after I re-read it. It has been a 2 or so years since I last read it. I like Franny and Zooey a lot too. I know everyone has probably read Catcher, but if you liked him check out Franny and Zooey.

Tonight kidlet and I go and get her the electric guitar starter kit. 199 gets her the guitar, and tiny amp, power cords, shoulder strap, case, and 5 picks. I think I even talked her dad into paying for part of it. Score! I mean not all of his half, I will settle for a hundred bucks for the lessons and another hundred for her theater workshop.

Speaking of kidlet, she left her phone and (gasp) all of her CD's in my car last night. Why she took her bag of CD's with her to the conference is a mystery to me. The long and the short of it being, she is around the corner at her dad's all day today. No school. So I get to use my am break and run her crap over to her. Maybe I will be nice and take her food. She emailed me last night at 11:57 so I totally know she is going to be uber cranky. Lucky Mom.