if you can't say anything nice . . .

. . . well, you know the saying. i've been chanting that mantra for over a week now; hence the lack of blog posts.

i recently finished reading princess: a true story of life behind the veil. its supposed to be an authentic narrative of a few generations of the saudi royal family. an incredibly shocking tale of a such a rigid, backwards country. one of the passages that really stood out to me is that if you're blonde or blondish, you must be a whore. in higher mathmetical terms, this is called a "logical principle of equivalence". if tricia = blonde and blonde = whore, then tricia = whore. now i completely understand the occasional piercing stares. perhaps i should ditch the hot pants and platform heels.

breaking news: betty white is on fire; if you're a wife beater, you should immediately move to topeka, ks and; rick perry stinks as a debater.

one fact of life that truly disheartens me is when people don't like me.  i know, i know, i can't expect everyone to think i'm fabulous. but when they don't, i just want to know why! i'm a riot (at least in person and not necessarily in this crappy piece of the interweb). i can think of at least three people in texas that completely detest me and there's a co-worker at school who gives me the stink eye every time we cross paths. today (and every wednesday) i had to monitor the kids in detention at school. i'm not much of a disciplinarian -- just ask audrey. and these little teenage wrongdoers could tell that right off the bat. so, they know they're not supposed to talk, use their cellphones, sleep etc. however, they continue to push the envelope. even after i told them to hush 5 times, they prattled on. when one student covertly tried to text her friend, i called her on it. i am now her number one object of hatred. maybe i should take a dale carnegie course or something.

ok, pity party is over. i'm in texas in two days so things are looking up.

i've always been a big proponent of 'if you don't like your life, change it.' i think its time i took my own advice.

merry, happy wednesday,

tricia