One of Olivia's Christmas gifts was that I would re paint her
awful awful ELECTRIC blue room--  it was a gift from the
owners before us... whom, after having repainted it now, I
am convinced left their 6 year old boy alone in some sort of
'I'm a cool parent, I'll let him express himself' move.  OK.
Thanks for that. I'm even going to replace the NASCAR light
switch plate.  It's been a year and a half and she's been a
pretty good sport.
So morning breaks and I watch intently (almost as if I'm
thinking about lending a hand) as David makes breakfast for
the 3 amigos and gets them out the door for school.
As soon as they're gone I grab my paint clothes.  The ones
I've been painting in since the Gilmore St. house in Canoga
Park-- that was...  well if you count when I started painting
in them that is 15 years worth of painting-- every color I've
ever  painted is represented on my pants--  I look like  the
waiting room of the UN. And of course they've never been
washed because I don't want to ruin my washer!  Anyway--
this is hardly the point I'm getting at.
And when I say 'point' think of that is the loosest of ways.
SO
I'm dressed and ready.  I decided to listen to some tunes,
which is rare as any one who knows me would tell you, I
am an AVID talk radio junky.  I will vote for Glen Beck as
soon as he runs for Pres.
again, not my point.
Liv has her ipod thingy hooked up to speakers so I stick it on
random, grab the roller and hit it.

WOW

I got myself an edumacation.

Is it just me or has Gwen Stephani gone from adorable to scank? 
WHAT HAPPENED???  I think I'd rather her get back
with her boys (including the drummer who drums nakey)
and get out of da hood.
And what IS IT with white people wanting to be from the
ghetto?  Do they know that the people in the ghetto
wouldn't be there if they had a choice--- you know, white
man keeping 'um down and all that.
My son told someone recently that he was from
COMPTON.
I feel like my Dad, man.  I work my arse off to make sure
they get what they need and some of what they want and
Henry says he's from COMPTON???  When he comes home
sporting a GRILL he'll be drop kicked into COMPTON!
You know, he didn't have to lie, he could have just said he
was from Canoga Park-- for those that know LosA. it's nearly
synonymous. But Compton is the new 90210.  Go figure.

And then-- the Black Eyed Peas. ScankyER than Gwen is the
chick in this group-- carol, sue.... I can't remember her
name.  What I DO know is that for whatever reason her
London Bridge Wanna Come Down-- Is London Bridge
code for underwear, or vaginal things or tears or hair piece?
I didn't stay there long because the next song that came on
was something about:
What the Phunk is Wrong With You.  I had to put the roller
down for this one and go check out the song title...  I think
I've gotten it wrong, but that's the gist of it.

Next is 1,000 songs by Jessica Simpson's kid sister....
whatsername....Ashley.
What a piece of work this girl is....  All she does is go on
and on about what a mess she is.  She is FOREVER
defending herself...
As a once great man said, 'if you have to come to your own
defense, you have no defense'. 
Then Ashley has the NERVE to cry out  some insane thing
like 'I can handle your brokeness, la la la and I want to
because you're hot, la la la'  And I just had to laugh out
loud...  YOU can handle HIS brokeness???-- it's painful....
At some point, in some other poor-little-rich-girl whine, she
unleashes 'who will save me???'....  this chick needs God.
Would somebody PLEASE hook her up!

My neck starts to hurt--  there's a whole lotta rollin' goin'
on. So I stop and look at my great work.
Electric blue to smooooth Navajo White.
Why's it NAVAJO white?  I come up with several
possibilities.
Color of the Navajo bean
Color of the Navajo bingo card
Color of the Navajo hut
Color of the people that destroyed their lives.
Back to the roller, where all great ideas are conceived.


MovieNewz

AVOID-- Children of Men.  It's all right but it is no
cinematic treat.  The ending leaves you empty-- like they
ran out of money by the time they were writing the ending.
You never find out why no one can have kids....  and
frankly, you don't care.

RUN DON'T WALK-- ROCKY IIIIII--  There are NO LESS
than 6 sermons in this movie.  Sly looks INCREDIBLE.  It's a
movie with heart and soul.  I was skeptical.  It was great.

REPEAT REPEAT--  Moulin Rouge.  I could watch this over
and over and be happy as a pig in mud.

So the moral of the story is that my kid listens to crap (well
she won't after today) and what's sadder is that she probably
doesn't even know it's crap.  With all the protecting and
restricting and parental controlling protocols I have in place
(thank you CTU) junk still finds its way in.

But God is bigger than it all.
Amen and Amen
k.