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I'm so burned out by the last two months. Christmas mania. Overnights with Peanut Allergies. Homework deadlines. After school sports. Health management. Food. Cooking. Driving. Birthday parties. Money. School. Did I mention peanut allergies? I actually only writing this in order offer a link to a wonderful piece one mother wrote about her own daughter's allergy. I loved it. Enjoy http://www.allergymoms.com/modules/wordpress/index.php?p=400

It's our national holiday, President's Day. So important they don't deliver mail or send kids to school. Because "they" have assumed we will remember our dead leaders so much more effectively with the day -- to shop. Holiday? No. It's the day parents endure because we have to, that's what it is. Nobody anywhere is sitting around contemplating past presidential moments of genius. And so...my kids are home from school. I have more of the same cold I had a week ago. My sinus surgery's "improvements" have, so far, been laughably underwhelming. I'm just as stressed and behind the 8-Ball as everyone else...And yet, somehow, in all the chaos, I stumble upon this video clip and I know that everything's gonna be okay. And so, I offer you this tribute to things are fun, even if this guy was never remotely presidential. Remember to bookmark and review this clip the next you're about to throw a Pity Party. Okay--So, here's the thin

NOTE: This post was written last year . November, 2007. I just cut (changed names) and pasted it into it's own posting just now. So, my daughter wants to act. This should not surprise anyone who knows me, because I used to act and I love acting still. But, what did surprise me was what happened when she "auditioned" for a local children's theater production in our little corner of Orange County, Ca. Below is an honest account of what kind of insane romp passed for a "doing quality children's theater" in a city sponsored working "Youth Theater Guild" right, smack, in, say, one of the most conservative places in California. (on a military base. Is this place conservative? Just a little.) -------------------------------------------------------------------------- My daughter is lovingly referred to as "spawn" in this post, but only in "homage" to her play's unusual, directorial past. "Spawn" is nothing

How cool is this! My husband just got posted on The Orange County Register website in a video interview of Pete (aka "my cute husband") interviewing these two guys who claim to read minds. He tried to guess what the trick was, but couldn't. Maybe they memorized the whole book? I don't know. Here's link to his story. http://www.ocregister.com/life/adrian-says-people-1973456-mind-john If you check it out, be sure to give it a thumbs up. He appreciates the hits. And I appreciate his employment. http://link.brightcove.com/services/link/bcpid988218058/bctid1403563360 Hey, Pete. Remember Tom Sexton? He totally got it right about you never moving very far from Disneyland. (I should have paid him to say "Paris, France.")

to finish the statement in this blog title: ...is very nerve-wracking. My roots need touching up, to say the least, but my daughter is home, now, safe and sound. Thank God. I have some photos sent up to the school site from her teacher of her trip to the San Bernadinos last week in the snow. I have all sorts of thoughts, opinions and advice for others who may have a peanut allergic child going away for a week. But, in order to not repeat myself on various blogs, I'm going to add the link to all my postings on THIS particular subject here: http://www.peanutallergy.com/boards/ubbthreads.php/ubb/showflat/Number/253221/fpart/1

I'm sorry, but I hate football. And, truthfully? I really hate Super Bowl anything : To me it all seems so macho, wasteful and embarrassing. Unfortunately, (for me) my husband has to write a story for the newspaper about the commercials every year, which is kind of like paying a guy to be served. If you get my drift. Here's link to his story and his blog. (He has a "real" blog, not this remedial made-with-duct-tape thing you're reading right now.) http://pedrowatcher.freedomblogging.com/ And so, every year without fail, I hear him say something ridiculous about "having to watch" the game "for work" as if he never would, anyway. Anyhow, I'm hiding in my office and uploading great 80's music into my iTunes and playing it very loudly and generally working hard to tune out the depressing drone of "The Game," however...the one and only time I did stick my head in to ask him something; I looked up at the TV screen to see som