The Posse was assembled last night. All the troops came forward - at the same time. What a great choreographer he is. They rallied around for support, empathy (if they know what that is) and the roast. A very negative roast.

The poor girl was ripped to shreds by the verbal assault of the posse. Words illuminated her to neon glowing lights. Her 'my one and only' status was toppled and left in a crumbled pile of ruin. Phone calls were unanswered as the posse discussed her downfall.

Kicking stones, pacing a few slaps on the back and many gutter words spilled over into the street. I hunkered down inside wondering -what are the neighbors thinking? I suggested to the posse to keep the level down. They kicked more stones. The mood was dark and depressing.

I understand that you Mr. Wonderful have spent (wasted) 2 1/2 months of your life on this girl - but get over it. Move on. All this drama is coloring my life and not in a positive way.

The posse continued their emotional support for several hours - inside the house. The afternoon matinee for the neighbors was over.

The conclusion - he broke up with her. Oh, how that makes life so much easier when you are doing the dirty deed. The posse left with the dejected teen in tow and life continues.

OLA

I watch the mystery of teenage love and life unfold or collapse right in front of me. I feel like an alien who has been dropped from another planet and I am learning strange and new practices. Things make little or no sense to me at all. Teen priorities are somewhat different than mine. Their thought process is steam rolling over the plains and only stops to send a text message. Converstaions are half baked, wars are fought and won, friendships are flattered and flattened, love is without consequences or connections. The fingers move at sonic speed while the lips give service to minor problems. Instant gratification is a necessity.

Was this me so many years ago? Looking back I saw myself as very mature with my head on the correct way and my goals listed in a sensible order. Life was slower then. Now, I feel like i'm on a roller coaster ride and I get violently ill on fast rides. I remember a few years ago getting sick from riding the merry-go-round. Today my life spins like a Maytag washer. Silent but fast.

I'm hoping they find their way, reach their goals and surpass their desires and on occasion CLEAN their room. I see the glint of surprise and happiness shine through at unexpected times.

I would like to share a quote I picked up somewhere along the trail - the author is unknown to me but I thank him/her for these words.

Aspire to inspire before you expire.