Prom Night Tragedy...

No one wagered a guess at what the worst thing to happen to girl on Prom night could be. But as a mother and a person who has seen a few horror flicks, the answers never end -- and they are terrible. People with chainsaws and ski masks are on the list as well as a few very real, very scary, and very illegal things.

Our local news has been talking a lot about Prom and promoting this story as some sort of tragedy that can ruin the night for any girl. I think the only reason why they've stopped talking about it too much is because the Swine Flu has given them another fear to incite into the public. At least the swine flu is somewhat dangerous. I think it is truly disgusting that in an expose' of what can happen on Prom night, none of the real dangers were mentioned. There was no discussion of drunk driving, date rape, peer pressure, or any other real dangers to kids. Nope. Instead we talked about how horrible it would be to show up to prom only to find out that someone else was wearing the same dress as you were.

Pardon me as I go vomit. This is not a tragedy. It's life. You don't see the hype they gave this story for the weeks and weeks before they finally aired it (for about three or four days straight). I wish my biggest problem now -- or even in high school had been showing up to an event to find out someone else was wearing the same dress as I was. Of course, I didn't care about it too much. I spent less than $100 total on getting ready for my junior AND senior prom. And I was still the only one wearing the dresses I picked out.

Warning the link below might make you sick. It's a bit graphic, what with the spoiled teenage girls and their shallow lives.

Prom Night Tragedy video.

Random Randomness...

My brain is empty, but it is so full at the same time, so I'm doing one of those dreaded bullet posts:

• Little Monster has woken up with crazy dreams two days this week. The first time he was sad because he apparently had been dreaming about his friends playing in his room. He was whining and asking "where did friends go? Friends playing in room." I told him it was a dream, and he got melancholy. He was especially down when Daddy asked him about it later. This morning he woke up screaming about eating cows. I'm not sure who was eating what, but either cows were eating or being eaten.
• The "boo-bots" have returned. I have been informed by Little Monster though, that they are nice robots. Today they have taken his waffle, to return it later, helped him put puzzles together and will be coming back later today. The nice "boo-bots" though, are also responsible for anything that may possibly get Little Monster into trouble. They do it all.
• I'm pretty miserable, but that goes without saying, I think. It doesn't help that for the past two mornings I've been up at 5:30 and unable to get back to sleep. Yesterday it wasn't anyone else's fault, but today I'm blaming some cows and a 2 year old's nightmare. And maybe a little bit of a husband who decided to leave early making the bedroom too cold to sleep. (And I blame him for the kid getting up early too, even though it wasn't his fault. LM ONLY gets up crazy early like that when it's inconvenient.)
• I'm working on another post about the most tragic thing that could ever happen to a girl on PROM night. The news has done a couple of stories about it, and I find it a bit disgusting. Can you guess what they are talking about? Seriously, put a guess out there in the comments. You'll be disgusted too. Hopefully I'll have that post up at the end of this week.

There. How was that for a bullet post? I know I'm missing about three bullets. Most of them have to do with Little Monster and his total cute-ness or WECON and her kickboxing routine.

Now back to your regularly scheduled programming. (cue static)

Not Me Monday

I did not assume that when Not the Momma shut the van door it meant that our child was secure in his seat only to realize 10 miles down the freeway in San Jose that Little Monster was actually loose.

I did not sunburn my leg in a weird pattern because the sunblock spray missed a spot. Not in Central CA, I didn't. It hasn't been sunny and 80+ for two days. I am not going to cry when the weather returns to normal on Wednesday.

I did not spray my child with a hose until he fell out of the wading pool face first into the grass. I'm a good mommy. I would never do that.

I have not nearly broken down crying three out of four nights because by the end of the day I'm so tired and so sore and so done being pregnant that I don't know what to do with myself. I don't look at my bed and think about how it's one more mountain to climb just to get in.

I have not (I really haven't) thoroughly thanked my husband for putting up with my junk lately.

I did NOT laugh at three fourths of the things that have come out of Little Monster's mouth lately, including the fear of the fish pattern at the bottom of his wading pool. And also the imaginary frog that lives in it.

I did NOT nearly cry when driving by the San Jose airport, Little Monster announced that Grandma and Grandpa were coming on a blue airplane. And I still don't tear up when he announces that every after noon and follows up his statement with "baby come first and we go night night and the sun comes up."

I am not going to end this here because I've run out of things to say and I realize that I need to go to the bathroom for the fortieth time today and that it is 80+ degrees outside and I'm inside like a fool. Nope. Not me. Wait. Yes I am.

I'm not really missing this week...

I'm enjoying my time in the sun. We get about three weeks (total) of GREAT weather here in Central Coast CA and today is one of those days. And tomorrow. So if you're looking for me, I'll be in my front yard, feet in the wading pool, playing with Little Monster and trying to avoid getting too sunburned.

Real life will begin to return Wednesday and it will start dropping back into the 50s with fog and drizzle. Don't be jealous. In June when you all are basking in the sun, I'll still be chilled.

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Click on over to find out what it is. You won't be disappointed. Now, If I could only find it in the dollar aisle so I could buy several and hand them out when appropriate. ;)


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