I HAVE A HEADACHE

Please indulge me, if you will.  I just received an email from my blog stating that I haven't written in a while and if I still want to maintain the subscription.  Well, I was already having a very blue day and could barely get myself out of bed, and this did not help my situation. Needless to say, I felt that I must write.  If you know me, you know that I believe that everything in life is a sign.  The universe telling me to stop feeling sorry for myself by sending me that email to get off my fat ass and start writing!  Okay universe.  Here I am.

I will begin by saying, that I am not feeling sorry for myself.  I am feeling sorry for our nation.  I am feeling sorry for the world.  I am feeling sorry for humanity.  We have a black cloud looming over us everyday, or should I say "orange" cloud.  Nothing is changing for the better.  It is getting worse by the minute.  Where do I begin?  Well, the cloud is bringing down racism, fear, hatred, anxiety, division, death, and destruction.  Our American freedoms that some of us took for granted, are slowly withering away.  The U.S. Constitution that our forefathers worked so hard to create, is becoming just another piece of literature in history.  

Do you blame me for not wanting to get out of bed?  But we must!  We all must get out of bed.  We must fight and never give up.  You can be a part of history that saved the United States of America and the rest of the world, or you can be a part of the destruction.  Which part will you choose?

My head is still throbbing, so I must sign off.  

I still believe in you.  Please don't let us down.

TWILIGHT COMA

Okay.  I'm back.  I have no idea where to begin.  I just felt like I had to write.  I honestly feel like we are living in the twilight zone.  I know, I know.  You have heard this ever since January 20, 2017.  The day of all days that changed everything.  I still feel like this is all just a bad dream. A very, very, extremely, long and terrible nightmare.  I'm waiting for someone to wake me from this dreaded coma.  I wake up and think that almost one year has passed, but am told that it's only been a night. Phew! What a relief!  

I would like it to end here, but it doesn't, does it?

CAR LINE LA LA LANDING

Okay.  Well this morning was fun!  I, along with my husband, have been so somber since Trumple became President.  It has also been very depressing since the whole Muslim Ban fiasco began.  I thought I would eventually stop immigration law and pursue my dreams of being a screenwriter.  After this BS Muslim Ban, I jumped write back into immigration law.  I must say, it has been rewarding trying to help.  I was so proud of everyone showing up at the airports and from all walks of life.

Sorry.  I digress.  So, here's the summary: Trumple in office, everyone depressed, blah blah.  This morning, just like all weekday mornings, I went to drop off my kids at school.  Same old routine.  However, this morning I decided to play my La La Land soundtrack which recently I've been doing a lot of to try and cheer up.  

As soon as I put on LA LA LAND, the first soundtrack came up: "Another Day of Sun", even though it was a cloudy day here in LA LA LAND.  I blasted the music, my kids in their car seats used to my belting it out, and then I get a text from one of the moms: "Hey, I'm right behind you."  What do I do?  I blast the music even more and instead of texting back which I normally would do (not while driving of course, but when I'm parked), I jump out of the car and start dancing along the cars!  My friend found it quite amusing.  I'm not sure what the other parents thought.  I almost jumped on her car, but refrained, thinking that she just might not appreciate that much enthusiasm.

Thus, I implore all of you, every once in a while, do a little LA LA LAND:)

NO WHERE TO RUN, NO WHERE TO HIDE!

Well, the madness has begun.  He's only been in power for less than a week and I'm afraid there will no longer be a UNITED STATES OF AMERICA:(

One third of California already wants to secede from the union. See?  Another BRIGHT side of moving to California!

On a serious note, what is happening to us?  I'm so sad.  Do we move to Australia?  Canada?  Hmmm . . . Canada too close. Germany? Well, I don't speak German, but maybe France? Thank God I took French class in HS and College.  Mon Dieu!

WE ARE IN TRUMPLE!

As my 9 year old says, "Mom, we are in Trumple!"  Yes, we sure are.  Only 3 days left until the insanity begins.  I still cannot believe this is happening.  It just seems like a bad dream that I cannot wake up from.  How did we get here?  I will tell you.  We got here from the irresponsible media, from the huge inequality of wealth, race and gender in this country, and from people in this country who just do not seem to care or give a sh=t as to what is going on in their own backyard because they are too busy following the Kardashians or they are just plain oblivious! They are more worried about where they can purchase Kylie Jenner's lip kits than whether or not Roe v. Wade will be overturned or if they will have the medical expenses covered. God that makes me MAD!

Well folks, the ones who didn't think putting the number one narcissist known to mankind in our beloved WH, you will soon be in BIG TRUMPLE!  Perhaps then you will pay more attention to what is going on around you instead of living in a reality show fog.

WAKE UP!  Oh, and don't get me started on the Russian Cabbage Patch Kid Ruler.

TWO YEARS IN LALA LAND

Well, I can't believe it but I've been here 2 years now.  For some reason, it seems like it has been longer.  I would have never thought it, but I adjusted to the west coast lifestyle quite quickly.  I of course now and again think of New Jersey/New York, but not like I used to.  It is kind of sad.  I'm not sure if I don't allow my mind to think of it or it has become part of my past.  However, I do miss my friends, especially my BFF.  We try and keep in touch, but the ones I really do keep in touch with are my BFF, my writing partner and other close friends.  I even started a "virtual happy hour."  Yup!  You heard right.  A "virtual happy hour."  Man that is so 21st century.  My BFF and I try and do a cocktail hour on Fridays via FaceTime.  Unfortunately, with work, kids, home, and family, it's been hard to have too many virtual happy hours:( 

I have been lucky in making some very nice friends here.  I think I can now officially call them friends.  No.  They are not my close friends or BFFs.  Mainly because I have only known them for a short while and it takes me a very long time to trust someone and have them come into my life.  However, I am quite content with the situation as is.  It is kind of refreshing not being too close to others.  I know that sounds odd, but it leaves less room for drama.  And boy, I have had my fair share of drama!  Let's just keep it at that.  At the same time, I'm still lucky to have lifelong friends from back east.

Totally off the subject, but do you guys watch Family Guy?  It's genius.  It's hysterical.  Seth MacFarlane I bow to you.  I know it has been around for a while and my writing partner kept telling me to watch it.  Well, once I moved to LA, I started watching it.  Again, I did live in Providence, RI, for a year, and that year was one of the best years of my life.  If you watch Family Guy you know it takes place in Rhode Island.  I guess that made me sentimental, but honestly, I got addicted to the show.  Okay.  I'm not sure how everything turned to Family Guy, but what a nice note to end on.  We need a good laugh these days, considering Trump is an actual Presidential nominee.  That's my therapy advice for you during these tough times.  Have a good laugh like Peter on Family Guy.

Soaked In By The Sun?

I've been pondering to myself what it is that makes the West so different than the East?  It's very hard to put into words.  It's a feeling.  I've noticed while I have been here that whenever I run into an East Coaster, they know right away I am from the East Coast and they immediately gravitate towards me and I to them.  It is a magnetic pull.  It cannot be helped.  

I will give you some examples.  Every morning when I drop my daughter off at her elementary school, I am eagerly greeted by a fellow New Jerseyian.  My New Jersey neighbor back from home with the baseball cap who I never knew.  I am so happy that I still have my Jersey license plates on my car because of this friendliest greeting I am so privileged to get from the man in the baseball cap on the days he sees my car and greets me:  "hey, Jersey!"  It's as if we are in a foreign country and don't speak the language and we have found another American who speaks English!  And to top it off, he's really from my region.  He's from Bergen County, NJ.  Northern NJ.  The Gold Coast of NJ.  You can't get closer than that!  It's like kind of being from the same village.

Next example also comes from my daughter's elementary school.  This one is from the loveliest woman who runs the Homework Club at her school.  Yes.  They actually have a "Homework Club" at the elementary school here.  You have to love it.  Of course, "it costs money because it saves money."  Sorry.  I had to give an Ode to one of my favorite movies, Moonstruck, to which many people out here have not seen!  Either because it takes place in Brooklyn and NYC or because I'm getting old:(  It's getting sad when these movies are getting to be called "classics."  Classics to me are Casablanca and Rebecca.  Anyway, going off topic.  So back on the Homework Club ("HC").  I sign up my daughter for one session a week of HC to leave that one day during the week which we don't scream at each other.  As I am signing her up, HC woman (we will call her), notices my accent, (which I don't really think I have that much of a Jersey accent, but whatevah!) and she asks where I am from and she bursts out telling me she's from Brooklyn and next thing you know we are hugging it out!  I'm serious!  I ask her when she left Brooklyn and she tells me when she was 12!  Again, I'm serious!  Yet, she still considers herself from the East Coast.  She tells me that it's just in her and she would go visit her father back home whenever she could and Brooklyn always felt like home to her, even though she's been living in LA for over four decades at least.  We kept trying to discuss what it is about the people back home and it was so hard to put into words and that was exactly what it was.  One could not put it into words.  It was just a feeling.  A feeling.  That's what it is:  a feeling.