
Four (still likes Spiderman!)

When you turn five Power Rangers are cool

There's a Batman in all that blue goo! He wanted Hulk but they didn't have one.




From Publishers Weekly
Some people can't help serving as mirrors of other people's failings and fears, and babysitter Theresa Santiago plays just that role vis-…-vis her WASPy employers in this tautly paced thriller. Although the title suggests the story is about Santiago, Diamond (The Trophy Wife) actually paints a vivid family portrait of political superstar Gordon Acton, his pedigreed wife and the couple's two bright and photogenic children. Acton is campaigning for a Massachusetts congressional seat, and it looks like he'll win. With his political profile in mind, he asks his wife, Ellie, to hire a Hispanic mother's helper. Ellie does so, but reluctantly, believing that the young woman will be ostracized by the mostly white population of Cape Cod where the family plans to spend the summer. Ellie hires the babysitter despite her misgivings, and Theresa turns out to be the perfect helper aiding Ellie with her doctoral thesis and winning over the children and even many of the snobbish and racist members of the Actons' club. Yet from the start it's clear that Theresa isn't exactly what she says she is. It's hard to know what is fact and what is fiction, especially when the Actons begin to suspect that their babysitter may be blackmailing them. Diamond has built her thriller around issues of race and class, and she asks: If the rich use the poor, is it so bad when the opposite happens? The political point-making is a bit heavy-handed at times, but that's a minor complaint when weighed against Diamond's thoughtful exposition and careful plotting. (July)and thriller writer."
Copyright 2001 Cahners Business Information, Inc.
We had 7 people at book club today (one missing) and 2 people didn't finish the book. They had a hard time getting copies because it is out of print. Of the remaining 5, everyone liked the book and thought it was a great, quick, read.
We sat in a little room that looked like it was maybe a garage at some time. (All the houses where I live are very unique-no tract homes for us!) The room was painted like an outdoor cafe. The bottoms of the walls were a stone like wall paper I believe (I think I saw some seams) and the top was painted a nice light blue. The wall I was facing had several framed paintings on it. The wall to the side (actually the door to the outside wall) had big stone pillars painted on it, a shelf over the door with something on it but I can't remember what). I can't remember what the wall behind me had, the wall to the other side of me had a counter and it was all painted so cute like an outdoor market type scene. The ceiling had fabric draped like an outdoor awning (I did think to myself that would be a pain to keep clean!) The floor had big tiles and every other one had small stones on them. It looked like the actual tiles were made like that but I'm not sure how it was done. We all sat at tables with plastic chairs which added to the "outdoor" feel.
The hostess served green apples sliced with toothpicks in them and Swiss cheese. Red, White Zin wine, Raspberry Italian soda and water to drink. After we talked a bit she brought out some yummy little egg roll looking things that had cream cheese and raspberry OR cream cheese and Caramel in them (and coffee). Oh they were so good! I am going to go check out the Grocery Outlet where she said she bought them from and see if I can find some (and I hate that store so that's saying something lol)
I have a hard back copy available of the book. The dust jacket has a little wear and a small rip. If you would like it, just leave me a comment. If I have more than one person I will draw a "winner" on Friday morning.
Our next book is (my mom's pick)
I've seen the movie, but Mom says the book is nothing like the movie. I'm hoping she is right because I didn't like the movie!





And have a great time playing in the mud!
you leave your camera card hanging around
so she can enjoy
You being
YOUNG
and having
FUN!


Saturday night we went to our favorite local Mexican food restaurant. We've been going there since they opened which is over 10 years because I remember walking there from work when I was pregnant with Melissa. Jessica's friend came with us.
They had taken a picture with Trevor but apparently deleted it, which I am not happy about, since now I have no pictures of Trevor when we went to dinner.
Jessica wrapped up one of her crowns for me to wear but said I had to give it back.
Megan gave me a Christmas present that someone had given her. What a bunch of nuts! 
Well it's 11:02 as I type this. So in 58 more minutes I'll technically be
35
ouch.
How can I be 35?
Seems like yesterday that I graduated from High School,
got married and started popping out kids.
But
I feel a bit smarter (sometimes at least) than I did back then.
Things I would tell myself if I could go back in time:
Do NOT quit going to college so you can work more hours at a job that will lay me off in a few months.
Do NOT rent that stupid triplex with the psycho neighors (really, you should go back and check out rental properties in the DARK)
Do NOT get married at the age of 19. DUH think about it!!
If you insist on getting married go to freaking RENO and party it up!!
DO NOT allow your REAL Dad to walk you down the aisle when you get married when your STEP DAD is the one that paid for the whole thing. (God I still feel HORRIBLE about that)
I wouldn't necessarly say don't get pregnant right after you get married, because I wouldn't really change that at all. BUT be more informed about child birth and don't let them tell you what to do!
Kick the freaking ass of the nurse that kept pushing you to give Melissa a bottle in the hospital. That STILL pisses me off.
Be more outgoing.
Do more.
Get out more.
Don't settle. EVER!
I'm sure I'll think of a lot more things to tell myself in 10 more years from now.
That's all I can think of for now.
So HAPPY BIRTHDAY to me.
And Gary Coleman, where ever you are little man,
I hope you are Happy because I'm pretty sure you are older than me.

He's thoroughly pissed off that he cannot go outside and that he has to wear the stupid bell on his head and keeps hitting things when he goes to walk.
I am just hoping he decides to use the litter box and not let's say my shoes or something. He usually does all his business outside. I tried taking him out on the dog leash but he SO did not think that was funny.
I'm guessing he's going to get back at us for laughing at him as soon as we doze off. He's going to start scratching on the glass door. I just know it.