Stupid June.  It flew by so fast that I think it almost didn’t happen.  Brad’s been on tour all month, my parents were visiting for a couple weeks, and for the past week I’ve been doing the lone-parent thing until Brad gets back on Monday.  For the sake of my sanity, I’m going to pretend that today is June 3rd instead of July 3rd.  Can everyone live with that?  Great!  Let’s move on….

Should we talk about Micheal Jackson?  Or are we all already sick to death of this bullshit?  God knows I am.  If you asked the general public what they thought of MJ the day before he died, I’m sure there would have been a swelling response of  “he’s a creepy pedophile who bought his way out of a conviction and has become full-blown disturbing”.  But now that he’s dead- he was a hero.  Mind blowing.  Yes- he made great music.  But moonwalking doesn’t override the monumental craziness that he has publicly thrown down over the past decade and a half.   The media actually put Obama on the spot and basically forced a public memorial statement out of him because they said the black community was upset that a formal statement hadn’t already been issued, even though he had already issued condolences to the family.  I just don’t understand anything anymore.  The real tragedy isn’t MJ’s death- but what his kids are going through with the DNA testing on them and the custody battles for their assumed inheritance.   Fucking gross.  And a great big WHATEVER to the spilling of emotion over his passing.

On another note, front page on Yahoo news this afternoon was this:  Palin resigning as Alaska governor.    It says in the brief article that there’s speculation that she’s resigning to focus on running for president in the next election.  How the hell does bailing on her elected responsibilities prove her to be a worthy candidate to run the country?  She’s a big hot mess of nutso, and I think it’s going to be great for Alaska to have her out of their hair.  I wouldn’t be surprised if she was the republican’s choice due to the fact that they’re really low on choices right now.  But the fact that the media (and myself) are already discussing the next election when Obama hasn’t even been in office for a year is fully ridiculous… so I’m going to stop the madness now by changing the subject.

Babysitters.  Let’s talk about this for a minute.  Babysitting isn’t a difficult job.  I started babysitting when I was about 10… and I was ALWAYS fully booked because at age 10, I could handle the job 100%.  The job requirements are to play with the kids, keep them safe and clean, fed and happy until the parents return.  Not hard, right?  Apparently, it is.  I had to have a babysitter for a few days this week to hang with Sully while I was at work.  Since Sully can pretty much take care of himself- it’s a SUPER easy job.  The sitter is just there to be a playful companion and safeguard against emergencies (because even though I knew what to do in emergencies at age 10, Sully is not as trustworthy with this) and make sure he eats his lunch.  I couldn’t pay oodles of money (because I’m broke)- but we agreed on some cash and the rest of the payment would be in band merch from the babysitters favorite band because my husband’s band is on tour with them right now- so it all evened out.  But this week, my son wasn’t fed lunch once, fully ignored while the sitter either played on her laptop or MY computer, he was snapped at when he asked to be played with, only taken outside ONCE so that she and him could go to the liquor store so she could buy cigarettes (and of course they didn’t even bother going to the park that was right across the street from that liquor store)… but the final straw: she SLEPT the entire day Wednesday while she was supposed to be playing with Sully.  Fully crashed out on the couch, and Sully played by himself in his room because he didn’t want to wake her up.  He was in tears when I got home from work Wednesday.  He loves this sitter, and felt like she didn’t like him anymore and didn’t want to hang out with him (these feelings of his mainly stemmed from things she said to him like “It’s not my job to keep you laughing all day” when he asked her to play with him… and YES- that is exactly her fucking job).  He’s got a very fragile self esteem- and this week it was shattered.  I’m still seeing red.  And I’m trying to get myself calmed down enough to calmly talk to this sitter and let her know just how FULLY UNACCEPTABLE this is….not to mention dangerous.  What if an emergency happened while she was passed out on our couch?   How in the holy fuck can an 18 year old not handle a job that I was doing with ease when I was younger than Sully is now??!!  I trusted her in my home, with my most loved and prized possession- my son- and she neglected him, hurt his feelings, and disrespected my confidence in her.  I’m a fierce mama lion and don’t trust people easily- so rage and betrayal doesn’t even begin to cover my reaction to this.  So if any of you lovely readers know of good an trustworthy sitters in the Huntington Beach area- please throw me their numbers.  Because we’re in the market for new ones.

Aside from all that negative mess… right now I’m putting together tons and tons of images for a new section of my webstore- DOWNLOADABLES!!!  Stationary, recipe and project cards, greeting cards and love notes will all be able to be purchased on the webstore without the wait of shipping or having to pay for each individual set.  Now, you can buy the item, I email you the ACTUAL images, and you can print out HUNDREDS if you like!!  This works out best for the recipe and project cards, because the 15 card set I used to sell on my store just isn’t enough for all my little crafty customers, and this way they can have hundreds of cards to fill with their creative ideas!!  I’m just working out the kinks- but by this weekend, they should all be on there!!

Now, I’m off to run errands with Sully to prepare for our anti-explosion 4th of July BBQ.  He hates fireworks, so we’re just having a quite BBQ at our house topped off with Smores and movie watching.  Happy bomb day for all of you who will be participating in blowing things up tomorrow.