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hockey playoffs start in just a few short hours. even though the Bruins are out of it, because they suck it, I’m still very excited. because playoff hockey truly is the most wonderful time of the year. It’s a mighty grand time and it makes me giddy. this year I’m rooting for the sharks and the sabres.

I had a funny version of the song I was working on, replacing all the holiday and christamas references with hockey related ones, but it’s at home and I’m here at work and I don’t feel like trying to remember it.

Did you know there are people who flush the toilet without putting down the lid first?

They let the spray from the flush land on everything in their bathrooms, including their toothbrushes.

It’s the grossest thing in the world.

Did you know that when you flush, it can spray toilet water (and therefore urine and feces) up to 25 feet or something crazy like that? Go ahead and look it up if you doubt me. But it’s true and all of you non-lid closing people make me sick. You should be ashamed.

I am totally addicted to this stupid computer game called Zuma. Whenever I feel stressed or anxious, I sit down and start clicking away. I’ve been playing it a lot lately. A super lot. I don’t know if it really helps or not, but I can’t stop from doing it. I’m such a jerk.

No, really though, I am. A jerk and a bitch. If only you knew.

But it’s okay to not like your in-laws, right? It isn’t a requirement. You don’t have to like them or respect them even, just because they are related to your significant other (and your son, if you want to get depressingly technical about it)? You can find them distasteful and trashy and ridiculous, can’t you?

Of course you can. But not without being saddled as a bitch. Which is okay. Because I am. I truly am a bitch, a mean spiteful uncaring bitch. I’m okay with it.

Far be it from me to judge someone else’s parenting skills, but when you’re staying at someone’s home you should not let your five-year-old run around naked and sleep without underwear. It’s just icky. It’s more than icky. it’s wrong. In your own home, let her do whatever she wants, but anywhere else and use the frigging underwear. Please. I beg you.

And also, if you’re staying at someone’s house, you don’t dictate to them what you will be watching on their TV, with the satellite service they pay for, especially when it’s the first night of hockey playoffs, and ESPECIALLY when it’s ghost whisperer. You aren’t going to cause everyone else to miss the playoffs to watch that mothereffing show, that’s a goddamned guarantee.

So yeah, just a few tips for any of you finding yourself at someone else’s house for whatever reason.

The little guy started escuela a few weeks ago. It’s kind of like pre pre-school. He only goes two days a week for a few hours, but he loves it. The first day I stayed with him the entire time, but by the 2nd day, he was totally comfortable, and he sure as heck didn’t need me sticking around.

Now I drop him off and he doesn’t look back. He coldn’t care less where I am! That’s very good. A little sad, sure, but it’s good for both of us. He’s always happy to see me when I pick him up. We needed to maybe let go a little. I wish it wasn’t so easy for him. Figures. Just like a man.

It’s the sweetest cutest thing you can imagine, Ry at school. I can watch him through the two-way mirror (or is it one-way?), where I can see into the classroom, but he can’t see me. He is so much better behaved at school than at home. He listens to the teachers, cleans up his toys, sits at the table and eats his snack without getting up or dumping it everywhere or generally just acting like an insane circus animal. I want to cry sometimes, because it’s so sad and so sweet. Letting go is hard but it’s also very exciting, seeing him in this world without me. Pride and pain all rolled up together, making me a jumbled mess. Still, I’m pleased. He’s a good kid. and I’m his mommy.

escuela is one of my favorite spanish words of all time. I try to use it at every possible opportunity.

So lately I’ve been saying to Gordon “why you all up in my grill?” making some sort of “street” gesture with it. It drives him crazy. He groans and rolls his eyes at me. It’s so funny. He says I’m such a dork, and he’s right, but it makes me laugh to say it, so I do. I got it from an episode of csi miami, where this crazy black woman had all kinds of action happening with her teeth and she said something like “why you all up in my grill?” to the cops. She also said the suspect in the case paid for this so-called grill. her teeth were totally crazy. I was very intrigued. She had so much crap in her mouth she couldn’t get her lips all way over her teeth. Now that’s definitely a grill.

haha. grill. it’s so funny.