I Think the Rolling Stones Said it Best....

You can't always get what you want, but if you try sometime, you just might find, you get what you need.
Right?
Is this true?
I have gone through my entire life expecting to get every little thing that I want. It was easy as a kid. Ask my brothers. They love to tell you how easy it was for me, how I never had to do anything I didn't want to, how all I had to do was ask and it was mine. Never had to rake leaves, blah blah blah. Listen, you are the youngest, with three older brothers, that's just the way it goes. I mean come on, if you're the fourth kid and there are already three boys, someone wanted a girl. So isn't it that girls right to be handed everything on a silver platter? I say yes. Some may beg to differ, to each his own. Write it on your own blog baby. Birth order. Wow, right? It makes a difference. I married an oldest child. My husband has two younger sisters. He had to work for everything. Not everything was just handed to him ( a lot was though, by his grandparents, don't let him fool you). But in his home, he was the oldest. There's a big difference. The oldest is usually the over achiever. It's just how it is. The youngest, like yours truly, sometimes is more laid back. More willing to hand over the reigns to the other guy. I see this on a daily basis with my own two kids. Saige will slave away for hours on her homework. Chase will explain to me how his teacher decided to "give him a break today," and then go play baseball with his friends. I am impressed by her work ethic and his ability to buck the system.
Okay, since I started to write this I decided to do a little research, although, to be honest I usually just write the most inane dribble that flows off the top of my head. I'm actually working for this, cause, well, really, I have nothing else to say, at any rate the first born tend to be more conscientiouness, but us last born are more agreeable. We tend to be funnier, more of a chance of us being a comic.... huh, how 'bout that? Also, it seems the last born tend to be more of a risk taker. That's interesting, right? Think, sky diving. Although middle children seem to be somewhat of a mystery to the "man", the people that do these studies. So, if I think about it in terms of my family, my oldest brother Scott (who you will never hear from on here) will never go sky diving, I will.... cause I'm the youngest, and Mark and Chris (MarkNYC and brother Chris) well, there's a chance. Interesting. What happens though when it is a family of "half" brothers and sisters, like it is in mine? I'm always looking for a reason. Why? Why are things the way they are? Why do we do the things we do? Nature vs. Nuture. One of my favorite topics. Well, you know, besides Obama vs. McCain. Just kidding. I think that's just a done deal.
So the point, I'm always trying to get back to the point, because you see, I am the last born, my mind wanders, I don't care what anyone else thinks, I do what I want, I expect it all. Did you know that Voltaire and Mark Twain were the youngest in their families? That is the company I keep.
So maybe Mick didn't say it best, maybe you should just expect the best and the best will happen. I'm the youngest, I can change my mind.
Where do you fall in line?
Okay, only because I am youngest am I posting this. Because Rachel (also the youngest) made me watch it. And for some reason we just howled with laughter the whole time, I think, cause in human years, we are almost 12. WARNING: MOM , DON"T WATCH IT!!!! TOTALLY INAPPROPRIATE. Sorry...

Just to Push It Down A Little

So seriously that stink bug picture grosses me out. I did feel obligated to post it since some people probably don't have the joy of seeing all the "Chloe's" all day long. Although, truthfully, I haven't seen Chloe at all today. Not one. Not here, not at Rachel's house, not around little Hannah's neck. Christina almost drank one last night and Jami went to church with one. That kind of reminds me of a children's book. "The Adventures of Chloe the Stinkbug." She could have all sorts of fantastic things happen. She could find a giant peach with magical pests in it or perhaps tour a chocolate factory with a hyped up crack addict. I have a whole slew of original ideas. Maybe Kathy S, could you help me? You seem very versed in rodents, roadkill and unwanted bugs. What do you think? You know, what with the guys being in the car biz, maybe we could help out. Although, I will say, teaching yoga is a gold mine. I think I was able to tip my masseuse last week with money I earned. Go Amy.
Okay, I actually have nothing to say but I am in for the night because I have five hours of yoga tomorrow and I need to be sure I am well rested so I can one up Kirsten. She's so bendy and twisty, I need all the edge I can get. She's apparently silly stringing the neighborhood for some reason. I don't know why. Maybe because her house had ghosts and this is part of the ritual. I'm not sure. She was telling me but I was upside down practicing my one armed handstand so I could only half pay attention. Sorry Twist, you'll have my full attention tomorrow. Happy Birthday!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday dear Twist, Happy Birthday to you.
Back to the point (as if there ever was one) how many are still there? Let me see a show of hands. So this morning my fancy friend Elizabeth (say it snotty like) who lives in EEstanbuul posted a picture of us on facebook from many many years ago. In a time called, "the 80's." In this photo I have this very odd sausage shaped bang. Disturbing. Sue, Yoga Sue, commented that she "liked my bangs." Kinda bitchy like. I sent her a message immediately instructing her to write something nice on my page to push that picture down a little. So good friend that she is, she did, twice, It's long gone now. Thank you fb friends. So, that's what this post is for, to push that picture of Chloe the stinkbug down a little. Check.

Inappropriate Yoga Class Music 2- Happy Birthday Twist

Let's Get Retarded-Black Eyed Peas
Wasn't Me- Shaggy
I Got A Man-Positive K
Officer-Slightly Stoopid
Sorry, Blame It On Me-Akon
Amen-Kid Rock
Perfect Gentlemen-Wyclef Jean
Classics of Love-Common Rider
Bleeding Love-Leona Lewis
I Am Over It-The Dandy Warhols
You Can Do Better Than Me-Death Cab For Cutie
None Of Your Business-Salt-N-Pepper
I Touch Myself-The Divinyls
Where'd You Go-Fort Minor
PainKiller-Turin Brakes
Rockstar-Nickelback
Your Heart Is An Empty Room-Death Cab for Cutie
I Write Sins Not Tragedies-Panic at the Disco
Murder She Wrote-Chaka Demus
The Chokin' Kind-Joss Stone
Bisexual Chick-John Oszjaka
Leave Me Alone-The Veronicas
I Always Get What I Want-Avril Lavigne
The Art of Losing-American Hi-Fi

You Know Times Are Rough......

When your child has a pet stinkbug. Yes, a stinkbug. Are they all over the U.S. or just east coast pests? Well here in PA, we have them all over. Someone told me they came here about seven years ago from Japan. I don't know if thats true, perhaps I should try and google it. Google is super smart. Anyway they are buzzing little fly like insects that apparently if you touch and kill they make a stinky smell. I have never done this, but Marc tells me it's true. This is their time of year.
So instead of freaking out over them my very smart (FB-Rachel is.....smarter than you.) friend, Rachel decided to work as a team with them. You see she had been suckered into pet sitting way to many times for the most annoying dog on earth. Chloe. Ah, Chloe. Chloe was beyond annoying. Yapper, peed everywhere, just ridiculous. I did however feel sorry for it when Rachel's three year old would talk to it sharply and carry it around. Hannah can be scary. So finally Rachel says no more dog sitting. Hannah misses Chloe. It's so sad. Here's the brainstorm: a stinkbug. Somehow, and I still don't understand this but Hannah could wear Chloe in a cage on a necklace. Poor poor Stinkbug. Of course Chloe dies, but the beauty here (unlike Ollie) is Chloe's are a dime a dozen in your own house. And it's not a disease ridden pet store that makes Chloe die, just natural causes I think. There's always a Chloe somewhere. You can hear Hannah when you're in another room sounding very irritated and disgusted, "Chloe! Get off the tv" or "Mom!! Chloe is outside again on the screen. Chloe!!!!" So now every stinkbug we see is called Chloe. Do you know Chloe? Have you seen her? She's a clever little stink bug.

Okay, after I wrote this I did google it. Turns out it is only in Pennsylvania. There is a whole bunch of info on it and on the article it is called the stinkbug. Here's what Chloe looks like.
I totally warned you yesterday about this. If you're still reading, you have only yourself to blame. :)
This is for you Paris. I hope Cats is going well and that shot pit throwing.

Yuck, right?