Sex and Candy?
Woman threw sex parties for teenagersIt's probably naive of me to think I can be a "cool mom"
without sexing up my kids' friends, but nonetheless, I'm going to give it a try. Thankfully, I have at least a decade to come up with party games other than "pin the tail on the mommy" and drinks that don't include Bacardi. But I'm taking suggestions.
Yap yap yap. That's what prompted my blog today. Krista (I love ya baby!) hounded me to blog until I finally had to do it. Of course, my netscape for the mac wouldn't work, so I had to open the dreaded IE to do it. I've been assimilated.
What to "blog" about...
I guess I can say that I've started a new band called 'Jet Black Jane' (sounds like a type of heroin, but it's not. "Yo, Huggy Bear, you got that
Jet Black Jane, Braugh?") and will have this group ready to perform by early March. We'll be playing original rock & roll and some covers. I really like the band-thing - can't imagine life without it. It's been over a year since my last band, The Kelvins, played a show, so I'm really eager to get things going. Thanks to my old drummer, Jay Wood, I was set back several months. Jay, you're either a cock or you're truly under the spell of your girlfriend - I don't know which is worse. Hell, either way, you're kind of a cock.
My daughter Maia is growing up. She'll be 3 soon, so not growing up in the "Give me the keys and stay out of my fucking room, dad" sense, but in the sense that she's starting to develop her personality. Let's hope that
Drama Queen Princess Thrower-of-Fits doesn't become the personality she carries on into adulthood. "Lee-mee alone!" (accompanied by a furrowed brow and poking lower lip) is no way to react to an order from mom or dad. She's so damned cute, though, that I can't help but ask myself 'should I leave her alone now?' when she does it. Damn.
I'll be starting my second semester at community college next week. This upholds a longtime tradition in my life of attending community college, that began in 1986. Yep, 1986. I
still haven't gotten a degree yet, but this time I'll be finishing what I've started. Thankfully, I've been able to retain credits from FOUR such stints, so all of my accumulated credits are intact and working for me. This past semester was great - I ended up with three 'A's and a 'B'. Not too shabby. I owe much of it to Krista for compelling me to return to school. The big difference (aside from an actually
supportive wife) is that I have a plan for the degree. I'll be teaching high school english. I can't wait to take those teen brains and bend them to my will...
Snow sucks.
I need to try harder to stop smoking.
I'll be 40 this year. FUCK.
That's my blog for today!
Alright, I am sick and tired of this weather. It's too cold, seriously. At least, that's what I hear. Do you think I'm going to actually venture out in this crap? I'm very grateful to my employer for letting me work at home, and to my husband for doing the morning daycare dropoff. And I'd like to thank the Academy.
I just had a 39 second conversation with my grandmother.
Anyhow, I've realized that I'm a reality TV whore. And you know what?
I'm not ashamed. No matter how many times Gina says, "I can't get into
another show with you" or Greg says, "Dude, please tell me you didn't actually TiVo this," I will hold my head up high. So what if I watched
Boot Camp religiously? Who cares if I was intrigued by
Love Cruise and watched every season of
Temptation Island? It's not like they can
all be
The Amazing Race, and a girl's gotta get her vicarious kicks somehow. Plus, like, I read too.
So, New Year's Resolution No. 14,002 (in a lifetime series of NYRs) is to blog once a week for my own sanity if nothing else.
The weekend was pretty good - we had a chance to get out and go to a birthday party for a friend of ours, which was fun and only marginally ruined by my instant and ridiculous drunkeness. I accept full responsibility for taking complete leave of my senses but I would like to suggest to future hosts and hostesses that:
1. Adding "dinner will be provided" to invitations should probably mean dinner will be provided within three hours of arrival, lest there be no room in your guest's stomach due to...
2. A fully stocked open bar that is so fully stocked that you can't walk by it without passing out dead drunk from the vapors of the booze alone. Be considerate of your guests
with no will power.
I'm not complaining, mind you. You can't bitch about parties where the food and the booze is free and the company is super cool. Sorry about that whole coat throwing incident, there, Brett. Heh.
