Birthday boy
Journal Entry: Mon May 19, 2008, 8:30 PM
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Tired - Listening to: computer hum
- Reading: Joseph Conrad (almost done)
Today my boy turned ten. I teased him this morning about not only being a decade, but that now he was heading onto being old. Never again will a birthday be in the single digits. He just gave me a dirty look.
I am just pleased that he has made it to ten. He has very little fear. At least not the rational, that makes sense kinda way. No he wants to ride his bike while standing down our street as fast as he can with out a helmet sometimes even singing and yell "Look at me Mom!". I keep trying to explain to him that you do NOT show things like that to your Mother! There is a valid reason why some animals eat their young...
Saturday, at his party, his Dad and I gave him an electric guitar. People looked at us like we were mad. And we may be, but I am NOT stupid. What he didn't get was an amp. Maybe for Christmas.... maybe.
Today, Angel brought him his foil. He was thrilled when he saw it. He even practiced with it, which was the whole point.
So Saturday went off without a hitch. I did not even bother to clean my house.... Most of them were relatives anyhow. And since my sister-in-law did not come, I did not have to lock doors either. Yay! I did get stuck with the clean up though. (spouse works nights, he snuck off to bed, hard to blame him)
Sunday's baby shower went pretty good. I looked like a complete scrub, but it could not be helped. Since I was the only host that was familiar with Richmond, I was delegated as errand girl. Posted a bit of a problem since I wa also the cook. So next thing I knew we were 45 minutes into the shower and there I was in dirty jeans and a tank top. My look just screamed redneck... No point in changing then. So I snuck off to make sure my GOOD sister-in-law and brother (1) had dinner that evening. I just prepped it and stuck it in the fridge with heating directions, then began to clean up.
Today I drove my brother across town to register for Summer classes. Ordeal, but all straight now. Did a bit of laundry, painted some furniture (the outside kind), worked a bit more on the porch (at this rate it may be done in 2 to 3 months...), polished silver, got ALL the dishes done, dropped cupcakes at school (had to hit 3 stores to find any! was there a rush on them?), grilled the lady at the ABC store on when Virginia would start selling Absinthe, thought about weeding (but if they get big enough they could look deliberate to those that cannot tell the difference...) made dinner, placated my sister via phone ( i didn't call her back, really not a big deal), brain is now fading, I cannot recall what else....
Oh, my mother called me to ask me to move her OUT of her current residence tomorrow. Talk about notice, and it is suppose to rain. Great......
Since this is actually the second time I have typed this, (I completely fucked up earlier and erased it) I am done.
G'night.
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xo!
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interested in collaborating?
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I'll mix with words with anything you've got.
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A rose has been, and always will be the symbol of love,
To teach the true meaning of love,
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but love is always worth the pain,
for every rose has its thorns,
you must love the thorns, to love the rose...
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A rose has been, and always will be the symbol of love,
To teach the true meaning of love,
you must know that there is pain in love,
but love is always worth the pain,
for every rose has its thorns,
you must love the thorns, to love the rose...
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