Why the Tower Could Not Reach the Moon

This weekend was a blur of parties. It started with prom.

Ah prom, on a boat, with 90 kids and my boss. Not exactly the ideal situation. And as usual, we didn't follow the rules and we let a bunch of kids go to prom who shouldn't have. Sigh.

The good part of the night however, was the crowning of prom king and queen. I spent a great deal of money I don't have on a damn tiara and crown so I was hoping it didn't go to some ungrateful couple. Fortunately the young lady who won Queen was so grateful, humble and amazing. She is not your "expected" prom queen. She is one of the very underprivileged kids at our school (we pretend we serve a much more economically disadvantaged group than we do), and she is overweight. She tends to hid behind being funny and silly. Everyone loves her and she is one of the most gracious young ladies I have ever taught. Early on prom day I drove her to her hair appointment actually. A friend of the school had donated her hair services for one lucky young woman. We all felt this young lady was the obvious choice.

Anyway, there is a lot of competition for these things, even at our little charter school. The girls had already gotten mean and catty about the campaigning.
Anyway when the Queen was announced our girl was so shocked and amazed. She cried and cried then danced like a crazy person with her date who won king. It's nice when kids do the right thing. Rare and amazing, and very nice.

Other than that, it was kind of lame. This class in general is ungrateful, mean, and all together boring. Suffice to say, I was more than happy to leave.

Upon arriving home, I discovered that my boyfriend had transformed my living room into our own prom. Through a series of conversations, I discovered that he had never gone to his prom and that we both loved the Enchantment Under the Sea theme from Back to the Future. Long story short, we had prom and it looked like that. Somehow he had rigged reflecting pools all over the living room and the place looked like a giant fish tank. AWESOME. Too bad I was so tired.

Saturday found us at a benefit for my best friend's non profit, which involved fake gambling (i lost), a band called The Booty Shakers, and all around good times. We also trekked across town to Hollywood for my little friend's birthday. And let me tell you, a party for a 23 year old in Hollywood is no fun. parking was 25 dollars, traffic sucked and Mr Matrix and I were not happy. But we managed to stay for 30 minutes take some photos and give the kids some helpful advice ("don't mix that! gross").

And today, we went to breakfast, walked the dog (I'm dogsitting), went to the Museum of Jurassic Technology, and saw the best baby in the world.
All in all, I feel loved and happy, despite having almost lost my car, being totally broke, and completely afraid of the future. Not too shabby.

Bad Ass Mama

Today is Mother's Day. I called and texted every mom I know to say awesome job, well done ladies. But my mom is not picking up the phone because she is off taking care of her mother in law and in general being awesome.
Everyone says their mom is the best, but my mother is better than the best. She is a broad, a bad ass mama, a friend, an honorary dude, a softie, a make you laugh until you cry girlfriend, everyone's favorite mom, and pretty much the best person around.

So Happy Mommy Day lady. I love you more than you'll ever know.

The jungle the jungle, the brother, the brother

Mr. Matrix met Brother #2 this week. He also met my lovely sister in law M., and my best friend LisaLi. It went well. Exceedingly well. Mr. Martix was able to geek out with my bro talking optics, video games and the joys of post production visual FX. awesome.

The ladies thought he had a great energy and was very funny. Li said that he reminded her of my ex-husband which made me laugh because I always make the joke that I married the first guy that wanted to talk to me. So in some ways, yes they are similar. They are both nice and smart and well, white guys. But the similarities end there. I will say that my ex husband is a nice guy and he still, ten years later, makes me laugh when we chat occasionally. So it's not a bad comparison at all.
Mr. Matrix is way better though. Or maybe I'm just a grown up now so I can appreciate the loveliness is a soft spoken calm dude. Either way my friends, this one seems like a keeper.

All in all, things are good. I like who I'm becoming.

One brother down two to go! And then. . . THE PARENTS! But I'm sure you'll hear about that on a certain somebody's blog. . .

And then she smiled . . .

I've been smiling the smile of a woman lost in happiness and light. Mr. Matrix, as it turns out, is kind of amazing. There have been dinners, dates, movies, and entire days devoted to reading the paper and having fun. Next up-meeting The Brothers.
That's all for now.

I'm so happy it's scary.

shhhhh, let's not jinx it.

The Best Pick Up Lines

So I was driving down the street the other day and I pulled over to the gas station to get some gas. I went inside to buy a water and on my way out, this guy came up to me and said, "Hey Baby." He told me I was pretty and I said thanks then walked away. Later on driving down the street, he rolled up next to me and asked for my number. I said no. Then he kept driving next to me. Finally as I was about to turn onto the freeway he says, "You know they say a good man is hard to find. You know what I say to that? I can't be everywhere!" He laughed, I laughed, and he drove away. And it was just another crazy day in LA.

In the rest of my world, I am currently dating a lovely young man. He's normal, stable, and very, very nice. The best part is that he's a complete nerd. And I mean this in the best way possible. Some of his unintentional lines that have made me smile for days. . .

"It's like there's a tear in the Matrix. I'm mean she' so great. And she's with me."

"I thought you were so far out of my league. It's like we are in different ecosystems, even!"

He's just a nice guy, looking for a nice girl. And let me tell you, it's much easier geeking out over nature documentaries than playing groupie in a miniskirt and heels waiting for your "date" to finish playing his show and consider talking to you.

This guy, Mr. Matrix, wants to talk to me, wants to spend time with me, and has no problem telling me. It's a nice change of pace for me. Recently he told me that on our first date he thought I was so beautiful that he couldn't look at me directly, like it was too overwhelming. Normally I hate when people tell me things like that. I don't do well with compliments and I tend to second guess people's motives.

But this time, curled up on a beanbag, wearing jeans and a T-shirt, with no make up at all, I believed him. And it felt amazing.
There is most certainly a tear in the Matrix. Shhhhhh.

Hello Monday.

Dear Monday,
I have decided to not face you with dread, a headache and cold sweats. Instead I will welcome you like a dear old friend who sometimes frustrates me.
Love, Me.

I woke up this morning and my first thought, my VERY FIRST THOUGHT, was of a failing student and how I would be able address her concerns today.
ugh, I am quite sure she is NOT thinking of me and how she can improve her grade.

Must find new job. I am desperately trying to get control over my mind and not let it take me bad places.
Sigh, another week begins, but at least I have more baking to look forward to. Hooray for pie!

I'm gonna tattoo that on my heart.

Sad, weird, day indeed.
Some sad things have occurred and I'm at a loss for words, but certainly not emotion. So, I did what I always do . . . go to the bookstore and get lost in someone else's thoughts.

I bought several books (including Nigella Lawson's How to be a Domestic Goddess) all non fiction, since that's what I'm into these days. I have been reading Tattoos on the Heart, by Father Greg Boyle. It is amazing and beautiful and has moved me to tears twice already.

I think it is very interesting that I picked up this book on Easter. More on that later. For now, I'll just pay the bills, read the books, and do what it is right in
front of me.