...and by the way, Headmistress, eat it

This video describes the story behind Ricky Nelson's song "Garden Party"...where the title of my post originated...

Well, I got up and drank my Diet V-8 Splash and then I checked my Tarot Card Of The Day. It was the Devil. O-kay.....

Your Tarot Card
THE DEVIL - CARD 15
Like Death, the Devil at first appears to be a scary character but look again, he's really more of a caricature than anything else.
When the Devil turns up it may be time to face our inner fears, the ones that come up from our past/childhood, confront them and then break free from them.
Fears are only so scary when they're buried inside of us.
Once we can face our fears then we can see that our own personal Devil is not so scary after all and that's when we can break free from him and move forwards in our lives.
This card can also show temptation, as in the temptation for another person, to have an affair on the part of one or both of the parties.
It can mean you being very negative about your future prospects.
You might even be depressed or at the start of a psychological illness due to stress and worry.

Maybe you need to take a step back and see the situation more clearly.

Two things happened recently which struck deep at my childhood fears. Maybe you'd like to hear about them. First of all, I looked at my "No Longer Friend" page on Facebook and noted that I had lost a couple of friends. I could understand. One of Dooce's closest friends deleted me. That's okay. Then the Ipad post resulted in another friend being dropped. I probably don't have to explain that one.

Then somebody called me a fangirl. Why? Because I mentioned that I admired a popular blogger. They said I was boring and pathetic.

I was so sad. I couldn't get out of bed. I cancelled a lunch date. I simply had nothing to do yesterday but sit around and stew in a puddle of my own angst. And I did it, oh SO well. Oh yes indeed.

But I decided that I needed to take a step back and see the situation more clearly, as the Tarot card indicated.

Hey, maybe you think I'm unchristian to play around with the Tarot. Maybe your finger is hovering over the Delete button and will be taking me off of your friends list. I don't take the Tarot seriously. Cracker Barrel sells Magic 8 balls. I always play with one. I don't take that seriously either.



Here's the face of a 6th grade girl that nobody liked. The new kid at school. Trying to break into cliques that had formed in kindergarten. My parents moved us to Columbia just before I started 6th grade and I had no friends. In 5th grade, I was the member of a close bunch of girlfriends in Blacksburg, Virginia. We had sleepovers..We wrote letters to David Cassidy and Donny Osmond...We discussed boys and female functions and giggled and compared our tans. Suddenly I had nothing but a few letters to sustain me.

I finally went to the guidance counselor. "Well, Lorrie," she drawled, removing her reading glasses, "You need to be nice and friendly and then people will like you." So I did, and I met a girl in 7th grade who was a bridesmaid in my wedding and when I walked the aisle to collect my diploma, I knew had a group of friends to squee and hug waiting for me after the ceremony. Ever since that moment in the guidance counselor's office, I labored under the impression that if I was just nice and friendly everybody would like me.

My worst fear.....Will you like me? Do you like me? Is there something you don't like? Maybe I can fix it. But if I fix it, maybe someone else will stop liking me!! Oh, it's the same old story...As I marched down the aisle at my wedding, I mentally recited to myself the fact that 50% of marriages end in divorce. I sure was a cheerful bride. As we listened to the wedding service I was hyperventilating so badly that Roger had to hold me up.

"I couldn't believe it," Roger mused that night as I eagerly ripped open gift after gift while he videotaped me. "You could speak to ten thousand people without breaking a sweat. What on earth got into you, and how long are you planning to unwrap gifts, anyway?" Till I can prove to myself that people really like me, hon, I whispered to myself.

"I've never seen anything like it," Roger mused twenty years later. "You're still friends with people who remember when you had braces. And how many of your old boyfriends do you chat with on Facebook? Ten? Twenty?" I WAS 33 WHEN I GOT MARRIED OKAY AND I HAD A LOT OF OLD BOYFRIENDS. And the answer is THREE.

Okay, you get the point. And though there's pain in my chest, I still wish you the best, but

Take me as I am or leave me be

If you can't give me all, give me nothing.
And nothing's what you'll get from me.