Randoms

Mr A and I go to bed together most nights. We actually started out that way and now its sorta like a habit.

The kids usually end up in bed with us in the early mornings. They usually head butt me and kick Mr. A. When the kids and I leave town, Mr. A can barely sleep because no one is kicking him.

One of his friends, has a wife and 2 kids (girl and boy). The wife and kids left for GA. before the friend. The kids and I left before Mr A. Mr. A said they were on the phone talking about how they had nothing to do with the wife and kids around. His friend decided to familiarize himself with their new neighborhood and said that took 45 minutes. He went home and had nothing to do.

I know folks need "me" time but "me" time is rough when its for more than a day. I need the noise and activity of my family. All that silence and stillness makes me want the noise and activity.

I enjoy my work. I sorta wish I could work non stop a full week each month and take the other 3 weeks off. It's hard for me to stop and I have so much to do that I could work, sleep, eat and work some more. I could focus on family the other 3 weeks. I stay torn. I don't like that work so many hours a day set up.

TR took a trip with her aunt (my sister). It's amazing how much noise and activity one child can make. It's simply amazing. It sounds like I have a house full of kids when she is around because she is full of energy and gets QT going.

I am watching Mr A play with QT and realizing QT likes to play with other people. TR is not here but Mr A is playing with him and he is being as loud and active as when TR is around. I guess I stifle his physical play because I don't run, flip, jump, wrestle, etc.

Mr A and I are a good balance, IMO. Mr A also plays hard because it leads to naps. He is a smart man. I used to tell him to let the kids sleep in the car but he'd wake them up. Now I realize, if we let them sleep in the car, they won't sleep in the house.

I was in the news in a county neighboring L.A. county. I have been getting calls like crazy and I found my class action! Whoo hooo. Get money. A few years ago, one of my federal civil rights cases was joined with a class action. I got to see how it worked and make connections with the well known class action attorneys. I am now ready to do my own, though I will probably ask one of those attorneys if they will join me.

One thing I learned during that case was that the attorney who was the face of the case, Oakland's version of J. Cochr.an did all of the talking and little of the work. I am not putting him down because I did no work after filing my complaint. They took over my case because 1) I was preggers and c/would not travel 2) in mourning 3) they did not want me to settle for a small amount and mess up their settlement. They negotiated a great amount so I wasn't complaining. I got to learn from folks who have been doing the stuff for 30+ years.

As I am aging, I am transitioning my fashion to that of a stepford wife. Headbands, ladylike dresses, pearls. I am going to do middle-age right. I am not 20 something. I have looked forward to the loveliness that mid-late thirties and 40's is. Now that I am there, I am there with grace and all the pomp I can express through fashion.

When I was a teen and 20-something, Camille Cosby was my fashion model for middle-age. I had planned to get her cut, but I think I may just keep curls in my head. I think big chunky curls befits my stepfordish/Audrey Hepburnish fashion goals. WHOOO HOOOOO!