lamenting

Allow me to lament today. I'm in of those moods. A plethora of things are bothering me and I really ought to get them off my m' chest while they're fresh on m' mind.

Just got word that Lauren Conrad is writing a book. Really? Lauren Conrad? As in the spoiled brat who debuted her stardom on Mtv's Laguna Beach and then went onto the Hills to chronicle her life as a fashion intern? Fascinating! She can't land a man. She baby talks and I'm so tired of her life being plastered on every magazine cover. Lauren Conrad reads a newspaper! LC likes lettuce wraps! Tonight on "E!" ....Lauren Conrad takes us inside her closet! It's nauseating. And now she's writing a book. What would it entail? Chapter one: My favorite color. Chapter two: What I like for breakfast. Chapter three: Who's felt me up. I don't have the strawnth. Do something important for pity's sake, that is, besides biting the tip of your tongue while flirting with boys. I think I just vomited in my mouth just thinking about it.

Something else that bothers me is the C-word. Well, not so much the C-word, but the taboo behind the C-word. I mean, who decided that this was the worst word in the world? You can call a woman a bitch, slut, whore, worthless, etc. but the C-word..... (gasp)? It's just a word. Who cares? Sometimes I think it fits the bill, perfectly. There are a few times I've wanted to utter that word, but didn't have the *chutzpah. Take last night, for example. A woman that I'd just met, confirmed my son's name and then in the very same breath, literally dogged it. Her son shares the same name as mine, except her's goes by the formal name and mine goes by the nickname. She vehemently told me that if anyone called her son the name that I have been calling mine since he entered the world, she would grab that person by the throat and unleash on them. Really? I mean, don't get me wrong. It's not like I've never woke up in the morning and winced at a stupid comment I've made. (see: blog entitled "Stupid Things I've Said"). But, don't mess with my kids. That's off limits. C-U-Next-Tuesday!

*chutzpah--Yiddish expression for nerve

There. I feel better now. I'm sure something else will have me *kvetching by mid-morning. Ta ta for now.

*kvetch--Yiddish expression for complain, which is what Jews do best.