Ticky Tacky

Oh, God help me, I have decided to start an online blog? Journal? Whatever. With a little peer pressure from my brother-in-law, who short of setting up an account for me, urged me to do this. I have decided on with the show. I have been a secret stalker of a couple of blogs of women that I find are...wait for it.... just like me. GASP! I used to live in this little self-induced pity filled bubble. Woe is me type of shit. Lately, and I mean lately, like just this week, have I decided that after reading these blogs, I am not as screwed up as I thought I was. Well, maybe just a little, but not quite to the extent that I once believed. Anyway, I live in the land of the plastics. Both people and credit cards alike. Keeping up with the Joneses, Smiths, etc is what keeps this valley rolling along. It's all I know...and yet I hate it. I can't help but think that there is a better life out there. One that is not ruled by the all mighty dollar. But, I digress. So, until I find that life, I will spew my venom, unleash my fury, or just bore you to death with the happenings of my daily existence. Still reading? Wow, great!! Okay, general info. Single mom of two great kids. One is in college, the other is in middle school. When the hell did I get so old? I just graduated high school yesterday, so how is it that my baby is now on the way to college?



Anyway, here is a song that I like that kind of sums up the area/people/mindset of where I live:



Little Boxes ~ Melvina Reynolds


Little boxes, all the same.
There's a green one and a pink one
And a blue one and a yellow one
And they're all made out of ticky-tacky
And they all look just the same.

And the people in the houses
All go to the university,
And they all get put in boxes,
Little boxes, all the same.
And there's doctors and there's lawyers
And business executives,
And they're all made out of ticky-tacky
And they all look just the same.

And they all play on the golf-course,
And drink their Martini dry,
And they all have pretty children,
And the children go to school.
And the children go to summer camp
And then to the university,
And they all get put in boxes
And they all come out the same.

And the boys go into business,
And marry, and raise a family,
And they all get put in boxes,
Little boxes, all the same.
There's a green one and a pink one
And a blue one and a yellow one
And they're all made out of ticky-tacky
And they all look just the same.