Off To Great Adventure with Control Freak and DD

My daughter is perfectly happy sitting in her room 12 hours a day on the computer (she sleeps the other 12, mostly during daylight hours.)  She is a content little carbon copy of moi.  I’m not saying that’s a good thing, believe me, but it works.

She’s become such a book reader that she hit me and called me a bitch when I took her book off her bed last weekend when she wouldn’t get up.  I was quite impressed with her ethusiasm and commitment, considering the girl wouldn’t read a single page a year ago without sighing and twirling her hair and rolling her eyes.  My relief is palpable.  It just would not do for me to have a child who didn’t love books, completely unacceptable.  I don’t care that she’s reading the “Clique” series and the “It Girl” collection instead of “Little House on the Prairie” or Nancy Drew. 

A book store salesgirl attempted to steer us in a direction of something where “these girls really care about ISSUES and not just SHOES and PURSES.”  Rachel rolled her eyes and I dropped the book by the wayside somewhere in the non-fiction area.  I couldn’t care less if she was reading Enquirer magazine as long as there are words on the page.  I mean, she’s an emotional wreck over whether one of the characters is going to be suspended from school, ready to burst into tears.  YES! 

Yesterday I did convince her to leave the house for a Disney beach party and a hip-hop class.  It started at 8 p.m.  How perfect for our schedules.  Who ever decided that the early ours of 6, 7, 8 a.m. are when the day should begin . . . well, I don’t like those people.  We sit up and laugh at 2 and 3 a.m. and that doesn’t happen when pulled from bed at an early hour, doing fine imitations of fire breathing dragons.  Would I like to see a sunrise on the beach this summer?  Yes.  I plan to make it happen by staying up all night.

So our new “friends,” the control freak and her daughter, are coming to our house today for the first time.  Purposely, I have not cleaned it.  There are dishes in the sink.  However, the yard looks great!  They are obsessive-compulsive about cleaning and organizing. 

I am doing my best to disgust them in the hope that phone calls will cease.  (The ringing of the phone is like an air raid siren for me.  I just hate it.  Recently I left a message on my phone not to leave voice mails, either, because I don’t listen to them.  I had such fun creating this crazy recording about how you might want to send me a text or an e-mail instead.) 

We will be headed off to Great Adventure to see Raven Symone in concert.  They want to stand in line for an hour and a half before hand to get great seats.  I want to walk in at the end and take the left overs.  We’re leaving the house and I guess that’s a good thing, so I have to remember that fact.  Even though Big Brother starts tonight and I am an obsessed fan extraordinaire.  DVR has improved my life beyond belief.

Monday is the wax museum in NYC.  This chick canceled an MRI so she could go on a day we were free.  I’m not happy about that.  It seems utterly ridiculous.  On top of that, NYC can be difficult with the best of people.  We shall see how it goes.  We’re taking the train in.  No doubt, I’ll have a story for you.

37 minutes to go and I haven’t showered yet.  Yes, this is how I roll.