So, lately I feel my brains dripping out of my ear.  The last time I felt like this, I had just given birth.

Partially it is because I have too many things going on and can't seem to concentrate well.  Partially it is because I am no longer that spring chicken and maybe my hormones are out of whack again.

So while it is always a challenge to memorize my play lines, now it is even more so.  Frequently I'll just blurt out these lines from one of my plays (or type them in response to one of you fine people) even if they don't exactly fit.  The best part is that it is kind of an in joke and only the members of the casts would 'get it.'  Although the situation is strange enough so that it is still amusing.

Now, I occasionally remark upon penguins, pickled substances and the funky chicken, but they are just the normal workings of my mind. 

This year my favorite play lines are: "Die you monkey, die!"  "Good Lord and butter." "Shut up your red blood lips." and perhaps, "What's the matter with you, are you still insane?"

Sadly, they are not my lines.

So we got steaks for grilling for Father's Day.  It will go something like this...

Don't you think it's a perfect gift? 

Well, it beats that tie you were gonna give dad.

At rehearsal the other day we all wondered what happened to one of our cast members as he didn't show.  So, the stage manager calls and he tells her that he was bummed out and didn't want to go out.

The reason for being bummed out?  He went dancing the night before and did not find his lady love.

To feel better, he decided to attend a midwives gathering.

I don't know about you, but this idea has possibilities! 

Of course the equivalent for women would be going to a proctologist convention or something, maybe it's not such a great idea...

There is something inherently difficult in raising a child. 
It
is just not a by the book deal. 
One does not have a specific
formula that makes all kids turn out great. 
Even if you can get a child through the early years, that stage from puberty to adultery is the pits for both of you.

Good day leddies and gentlemans,

Let me just say that Miss Seeta is doing fine and growing like a weed, for all those who remember the scamp.  (For those who don't, she is our adopted daughter from India and I shared my trip to India to pick her up.  If you want to look back, starting at 9/12/2003, I've publicized my old posts.)  She's in second grade and rules her roost.  Still full of life and charming all in her path.  Still overt.  Still energetic.  Still driving her mother crazy with her nonstoppedness (read that with 4 syllables please.)  Now I know that is not a word, but if you knew Seeta, like I know Seeta, you'd agree that is what she does.  Even though she is 8 she is still testing her boundaries more like a 3 or 4 year old, and while I love my family, I am old and I am tired.  I am frequently physically worn out by her.

On the other hand, I also have my teenage son & daughter.  People ask me how are my children, and all I have to say about my son is that he is 15 and enough has been said.  Internal strife abounds for both sides.

This strife doesn't even have to be generated by the kids themselves, because I just attended a workshop on internet safety for your children, and now I am a mess.  Who knew people could be so evil, and now I find out there's not much I can do about it.  So while I don't have to physically chase the teens around, emotionally I am drained.

So between all my children I am a great big puddle on the ground.

Revenge is sweet, however and I have a plan.  I've even told my children about it, so you can say they have been warned and they should be afraid, very afraid.

Remember when you were a teenager and your parents embarrassed you to no end?  Well I've found out why that is, and I plan to use this knowledge to my full advantage.  It is the adult's turn to 'get back' for all those times in the grocery store a fit was pitched because one didn't buy the frooty puffs cereal.  Parents are horridly embarrassed by their children's behavior, but all we must do is wait.  And because we are old, we are able to do this.  Remember kiddies, this is intensional.  It is not an unconscious act.  I am sure it is why I am not introduced to any person whom any of my kids may be sweet on.

For me, the best part is that I do have an up-side to my situation.  Theater acting is a big part of this... I can 'legitimately' act crazed, release my inner child AND embarrass my kids all at the same time.  As an added perk, I get away from my kids for a few hours a week to 'play.'

So this summer, I am in two plays.  And in "Lend Me a Tenor" I 'get' to appear on stage in a towel.  That aught to really embarrass the poor dears!