My latest Psychology Today post

My latest post for Psychology Today

I know now why I only usually eat omelets for dinner. Sunday morning I was cooking one. The phone rang and I was distracted. Which is a shame as the perfection of my omelets are only surpassed by–well I don’t cook anything else as beautiful.

The smoke alarm went off. I thought I cut the security system quickly but the monitors, I guess you call them, called me. They asked for my password. So I gave it to them. Five minutes later my friend CLo called–they had called her. Apparently I was supposed to give the nickname to my password. Well uh ask for that!!! Not that I remembered. I called the security company back.

It was too late. It felt like half the fire and police departments came to the court. To the wrong house! If it had been a true emergency and I was stuck in the back of the house and they couldn’t see fire….Thanks to CLo’s call I was dressed and ran out to call the police department over from the house Eldon calls “house of redneck country monied trash.”

They were engrossed in a laughing conversation with the police and firemen. My neighbors across from me had lent their house to her son, a middle aged biker with Willie-type hair and a trike cycle, and ten of his nearest and dearest–all of whom were out enjoying the spectacle as were the people who were renting the house next door from the Obama family (the parents voted for Obama, yeah!!!!) My other next door neighbor was asleep or being kind and staying in but his dog, Crazy Dog, was enjoying have a real reason to bark madly.

I continued calling the police and fire over to my house until finally somebody heard me. It was their second smoke alarm call of the morning. They really liked my house, and I almost gave them a tour until I thought about how absurd that was.

I do have to admit it brought back sweet memories of the summer between my freshman and sophomore years of college. Apparently I had a lot of boys visit me. Apparently my father tried grilling. Apparently the entire Jericho volunteer fire department liked coming over. We ended the summer on first name bases with all of them. Good times!

II refuse to be embarrassed by the spectacle I made of myself and can never forget the nickname to my password as I out clevered myself. It’s perfect yet nobody would ever guess it.

This weekend was Mayfest It’s funny as it’s the ultimate beach music weekend but very few shaggers come. Lil Red and her husband have been living here forever and went for the first time yesterday as I forced them invited them nicely!!!
We had perfect seats. Our beach chairs were on the side near the entrance to a hotel bar and bathroom. We could see, drink and….Perfect! And only four blocks from home.

Then this morning for the fourth Sunday in a row my New York Times didn’t come. Yes. I. Am. Taking. This. Personally. I already gave up the other six days of the week as the delivery person only delivered on Sundays. Then she/he stopped. Jobs are scarce here so it really angers me when somebody has a job with a guaranteed salary plus tips and doesn’t deliver. Or am I supposed to be understanding? Does the delivery person only think liberals read The Times and therefore delivery isn’t important? Or did the person notice the Mezzuah on my front door and actually know what it is and dislike it?

When the paper claims they assigned a supervisor to investigate and the paper still doesn’t come–nor does the replacement copy you start asking yourself all sorts of stupid stuff. I don’t want to open my computer on Sundays but need the number and then need to twitter my complaint.* So on Sunday’s I’m a regular Debbie Downer! God do I hate cute and cloying expressions. When did women begin receiving visits from Aunt Flo? It’s the stupidest expression I have ever heard. Just had to get that out.

I know somebody who lost his home to foreclosure this past week and have been both sad and upset. My inclination is to help but I can’t lend money. I was giving this person work but I want to go on vacation. I want to spend some money on myself. I, I, and more I. It’s all about me.

I understand that times are tough and we have to help each other. But what happens when you have helped and helped a person and the money doesn’t go to the mortgage? I was taught that you pay rent, mortgage, whatever keeps a roof over your head first, then I guess anything to do with a car, then electric.

Oh hell I’m overly responsible, and almost offered to pay this persons bills for him but that wouldn’t help in the long run and I hate paying my own bills. So I’m sad and feel guilty that I can’t help more when he ignored the problem for too long. Round here and in some conservative blogs I read it’s assumed that Republicans are responsible and God’s gift to the world when Democrats aren’t responsible.

Well he likes Palin and Bachmann and I am very proud of President Obama. Bin Laden and stem cell research all in one week!!!!!!!!! Even Bill Clinton couldn’t get government funded stem cell research passed. As I said on Facebook where I’m actually funny when appropriate and clever when needed, if stem cell research had been passed years ago I might be bitching about having to celebrate Mother’s Day instead of wistfully remembering my mother as her only problem was macular degeneration and they kept waiting for stem cell research.

My Mom was always ahead of her time. She made motherhood look like a walk in the park, was older though looked younger and I miss her everyday.

I finally made it to the front page of Psychology Today though it might not be by the time you read this!

That’s three essential reads and one front page which is very rare for Personal Perspectives so I’m proud. But I thought that a post about a birth mother–separating the reality from the fantasy–would be well received. And it’s an indirect homage to the only Mother I care about and no longer feel guilty about that!
So I think my Mom would like that post. Actually she loved most things I wrote. But she only read my researched articles which were pithy, factual and she claimed, fascinating!
*I realize how absurd that statement is. Many people here don’t have health insurance. Tourism is the only industry. Many people are a paycheck or less from eviction or foreclosure. So when a person has a job they should do it and be glad to. If I knew I wasn’t going to get the paper I would read the magazine and other sections during the week. But I always think “this week it will come.” Never pays to be an optimist or relax about anything–and I moved here to optimistically relax