Might as well just dive on in:

Today I am inspired by Sylvia Plath. I want to write, yet unsure of where to start. Like a Hollywood movie, a Shakesperian novel, unraveling, I've decided to go back and also forth from beginning & also to end; alternating, until somehow it meets in the middle, yet continues. Will anyone read, I don't know. Will anyone care, probably not. Archives of my children's mother's journey; chronicalized into cyber eternity. Drama. However, to some how organize one's life for all to view is a bit appealing to this average 40 year old housewife.
What a trip it has been thus far. (Like I really speak this way)

Today.......average day.
I woke up late to begin my day as a school bus driver (minivan). If you knew me 10-20 years ago you would laugh; even perhaps five. I was so beautiful, so sexy, so funny, so smart, so naive. Oh, that's right, I still am - add a few wrinkles, not so blond hair and about 50 pounds of experience. But, a driver of the bus? Too, too funny. Not at all what I expected to be at this point in my life but feeling very blessed. I will touch on all of that later.

..........woke up late and missed my first school run. Cheryl, my boss was a wee bit upset when she called to see where I was and immediatetly noticed how groggy I was, answering "hello". My exuse.....I have bronchitis and was drugged up from the night before. True story, doctor's note and all. The thought of angry mothers waiting for their disabled children to be picked up, alleviating the burden of raising a child for a few hours, and no one showing, is quite punishment enough. These children freak when their structure is cracked in such a way. Great way for them to start the day; the weekend. Teachers and mothers probably curse the no-show driver as I blog. Damn her.

Picked up my two next emotionally disturbed kids - teens, Collin & Martin.
I have learned over the past two years to deal with Collin with as very little words as possible.(slightly autistic with a very angry temper) Quite the opposite with Martin. Originally an orphan from Russia, he loves to entertain me for the 1/2 trip with his fictional tales of rubles, Russia and romance. Just kidding about the romance. He was terribly abused in the orphanage and didn't speak until the age of 6. He has a twin brother.

I came home to my handsome husband to watch him quickly leave for work.(freight broker/real estate agent) Had my green tea, too many cigarettes, box of mac & cheese, read the paper, did my new favorite puzzle called Sudoku ??, tv - the Relly awards, Tony Danza, the View........in between doing my wifely duties which I neglected for a week being couch ridden with this horrible cold. I played Super Bounce Out a mindless game that embarrasses me to even print. I log in quite a few hours on this one. Made phone calls. Spoke to mom - the society queen about her golf and tennis games, my disabled younger brother David whom the family shuns & just got evicted from like his 10th apartment, my father - stroke victim, divorced from mom & lonely, younger sister Chrissy (had to tell her about the new Chris Rock Show - that was my father last night - no eating, no noise, no money !) Called my dad and Rose (friend of the family) to tell them of that show too. Called my friend Denise who really should have a blog. She just found out she has cancer. Now I just lost my best friend Annie almost two years ago to cancer - that is a story within it's self.

Denise's family has been friends with my family for years... that family has alcohol/drug abuse, children dying, parents disowning children, pedophiles, more death, lesbianism (OH by the way my saintly mother-in-law is a born again Christian, Cuban, retired NY city school teacher, former Wiccan, lesbian - it's not a secret club or anything although she has sacraficed chickens in her Brooklyn brownstone at one time - love her dearly). Anyway, Denise's family has seen it all. I left her a message to call me and haven't heard back from her yet.

Emailed friends and family. I am one of those annoying people who really think anyone cares about my very important emails. (now a blog ?) Blah, blah, blah, paperwork, cigs, cleaned the toilet. Are you still reading this crap? Believe me - I appreciate these very boring days. It gets crazy around here. Put your seat belt on.

To award myself for being so sick, I will partake in our Friday night par-tay with Angel. Right now my Cuban husband Angel is snoring on the couch, my son Angel Jr. 3 is watching tv and my two girls (14 -who just lost her virginity! and 17) are at a Boonton HS football game. Me? I am patiently anticipating 8:00 pm when I will awake my Cuban prince and announce it is indeed cocktail hour !!!

Our usual Friday consists of lots o' Buds, shots of B-52's, cigs, downloading illegal music (oooh dangerous) singing, dancing, doing my scratch offs and last but not least - drunken sex at about 3 am. My husband is very sexual - he needs it every friggin day - rain or shine, sick or not - floods etc.) Forgive me if I miss my second highly anticipated blog tomorrow due to a severe hangover, coupled with my new very secret life as a "blogger" (incognito).

One reason to not keep a journal as opposed to blogging is that I can actually try to hide it.
My husband and children have found short journals I have actually kept years ago and proudly question me on the contents. Can you imagine? I truly respect others privacy, including my two teenage daughters. I am not stupid, but on a daily basis, I am so not jealous or suspicious of anyone. Probably should be though.

Perhaps later when my husband goes out to toke I will drunkenly sneak in a blog or two (if I can figure out how)........stay tuned.

Oh, by the way I am Irish.........:)