My party planning skills seem to have left me.
I have agreed to host a sleepover (don't call it a slumber party or the boy children of the house get mad) for Cooper and an unknown number of his friends for his 7th birthday.
Yeah...take a moment and let that statement sink in. Large number of 7 year old boys and me.
I am having visions or anarchy and that song from Lord of the Flies keeps playing in my head.
I have no clue of what I am going to do to keep them all entertained yet, but I do know that I am going to need a drink on Sat.
And next weekend is my birthday. My birthday is on Friday, but I wasn't all that sure of what to do, so I invited some people to attend a super hero pub crawl on Sat as my birthday party. At the time it seemed like a good idea. Now I am thinking that it might suck. This is why I never plan a party for myself. What if no one goes and I look like a dork all alone in a super hero costume....again (yes, I did say again-bite me).
Maybe I should just stay home. I could just tell the one person that might show up that I was there, but my costume was so super fantastic they did not see me. Hmmm, but maybe not as the whole hide behind the hair thing seemed to equal epic fail.
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Thursday, June 23, 2011
I would like to return this hart to the wizard...
People never give me gifts, so when an early birthday present came in the mail containing concert tickets, I was inclined to partake in the happy butt wiggle dance.
THEN.
IT.
HIT.
The emo girl part of me. She took over.
See...here is the thing about the tickets-they were from someone that I once really cared about. Fuck it, not gonna lie...full on over the moon school girl puppy dog crush. And the tickets were to go and see a show by a performer who has CD after CD of mushy type, I love you, could you love me...blah blah blah kind of songs. And I know this as I had JUST downloaded his new CD like two days before the tickets showed up in my mail box.
SIDENOTE: Dude, we have not spoken in months and months...and you get me tickets to someone that I just got the CD for????? Creepy random connection, Batman.
Oh....and was Tesla or Yanni or John Tesh or just about ANYONE else playing in Portland around the prime Birthday gift giving time? Help a girl out here to try and avoid the emo, lets listen to this love song over and over again and try to forget the fact that I am single and all alone and planning out how I am going to buy 35 cats without anything thinking it's weird while you are happy with your girlfriend...yeah...lets try and not bring that girl out in to the world.
Well, that is not me now, but last week...it was soo me. I am going to blame the full moon and just leave it at that. This week....Tamara the non emo tough girl is in full effect. Can you feel all that badassness coming at ya???? :)
THEN.
IT.
HIT.
The emo girl part of me. She took over.
See...here is the thing about the tickets-they were from someone that I once really cared about. Fuck it, not gonna lie...full on over the moon school girl puppy dog crush. And the tickets were to go and see a show by a performer who has CD after CD of mushy type, I love you, could you love me...blah blah blah kind of songs. And I know this as I had JUST downloaded his new CD like two days before the tickets showed up in my mail box.
SIDENOTE: Dude, we have not spoken in months and months...and you get me tickets to someone that I just got the CD for????? Creepy random connection, Batman.
Oh....and was Tesla or Yanni or John Tesh or just about ANYONE else playing in Portland around the prime Birthday gift giving time? Help a girl out here to try and avoid the emo, lets listen to this love song over and over again and try to forget the fact that I am single and all alone and planning out how I am going to buy 35 cats without anything thinking it's weird while you are happy with your girlfriend...yeah...lets try and not bring that girl out in to the world.
Well, that is not me now, but last week...it was soo me. I am going to blame the full moon and just leave it at that. This week....Tamara the non emo tough girl is in full effect. Can you feel all that badassness coming at ya???? :)
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Let's get physical....physical...let me hear your body cry...
As I mentioned in my post from this morning, I started the Insanity workout last night.
And by started I really mean tried to do the first dvd, the fit test, did about 3 min of it, started to hate my life and all of those around me and half assed it the rest of the 30 mins.
Not proud.
But...I am going to give it a try and see if I can make if at least 5 min through the second dvd tonight.
I am pretty sure that I might die.
This girl wants to do more things with very little clothing on and at the moment, I just can't do that.
So I could sit and bitch or I can try and do something about it and bitch when I am done about something else.
And yes...I did have a burger today at lunch. It felt like having breakup sex with an ex. You know it's wrong. You know you will miss it, but you do it one last time.
:heavysigh:
Well, here is to dropping the 10 pounds that I have managed to pick up since April and feeling good enough about myself to spend more time naked!
Well....almost naked!
And by started I really mean tried to do the first dvd, the fit test, did about 3 min of it, started to hate my life and all of those around me and half assed it the rest of the 30 mins.
Not proud.
But...I am going to give it a try and see if I can make if at least 5 min through the second dvd tonight.
I am pretty sure that I might die.
This girl wants to do more things with very little clothing on and at the moment, I just can't do that.
So I could sit and bitch or I can try and do something about it and bitch when I am done about something else.
And yes...I did have a burger today at lunch. It felt like having breakup sex with an ex. You know it's wrong. You know you will miss it, but you do it one last time.
:heavysigh:
Well, here is to dropping the 10 pounds that I have managed to pick up since April and feeling good enough about myself to spend more time naked!
Well....almost naked!
That is not a juicy van...
This is just my opinion, but I feel as if there are a few things in this world that are just not necessary.
Windowless black vans-
Look, it's not 1972. There is no reason for you to have a large, black, windowless unmarked van. It's creepy. The only time this is ever ok is if you are in the CIA or are planning a kidnapping.
The sock/sandal combo-
So, you felt it was warm enough to sport the sandal, but yet not warm enough to fully commit to the sandal alone, so the best option you could come up with was to add socks?
The Insanity Workout DVD set-
I tried it for the first time last night.
BTW - Fuck you, Insanity workout DVD creator. I hate you.
Expiration dates on water-
IT'S WATER! I don't care what the date on that jug says, if you are thirsty, you will drink it. Also, if for some reason I have been stuck in my house long enough to drink the jug of water that has been in my garage for 5 years, I am thinking that the expiration date is the least of my worries.
I feel better now...thank you!
Windowless black vans-
Look, it's not 1972. There is no reason for you to have a large, black, windowless unmarked van. It's creepy. The only time this is ever ok is if you are in the CIA or are planning a kidnapping.
The sock/sandal combo-
So, you felt it was warm enough to sport the sandal, but yet not warm enough to fully commit to the sandal alone, so the best option you could come up with was to add socks?
The Insanity Workout DVD set-
I tried it for the first time last night.
BTW - Fuck you, Insanity workout DVD creator. I hate you.
Expiration dates on water-
IT'S WATER! I don't care what the date on that jug says, if you are thirsty, you will drink it. Also, if for some reason I have been stuck in my house long enough to drink the jug of water that has been in my garage for 5 years, I am thinking that the expiration date is the least of my worries.
I feel better now...thank you!
Monday, June 13, 2011
A little Grace Fall mystery...
Three things:
I forgot how much I really love being up on stage performing.
I forgot how nervous I get when it hits me that I have to actually go on stage.
I could not do any of this without the support of my awesome friends.
Those three things pretty much sum up my weekend. Well, I guess I should also add that I spent Friday dressed only in body paint, wings and a tutu. That's not something I do everyday.
AND...
Grace came back for her first official show! I need to work on moving around the stage better, but I think that for the most part, it went well. It was a new act and my first time performing, so it could have been worse.
And I had a ton of people there to support me, so no matter what, it was a good night. I have said it before, but I truly would not be able to step one toe on that stage without my friends being there laugh with me every terrifying glitter filled step of the way!
I forgot how much I really love being up on stage performing.
I forgot how nervous I get when it hits me that I have to actually go on stage.
I could not do any of this without the support of my awesome friends.
Those three things pretty much sum up my weekend. Well, I guess I should also add that I spent Friday dressed only in body paint, wings and a tutu. That's not something I do everyday.
AND...
Grace came back for her first official show! I need to work on moving around the stage better, but I think that for the most part, it went well. It was a new act and my first time performing, so it could have been worse.
And I had a ton of people there to support me, so no matter what, it was a good night. I have said it before, but I truly would not be able to step one toe on that stage without my friends being there laugh with me every terrifying glitter filled step of the way!
Thursday, June 2, 2011
Hit me with your best shot...of Patron before you sing again!
Wednesday night + Candy + Jameson + Karaoke = my old ass hurting today!
Did I mention that I sang last night? As in actually in front of other humans and not just in front of my kids who are forced to listen to me as they are too young to leave the house solo (perk to being the mom).
Did I mention it was bad? Oh yeah, really bad! We all know that I can't sing and have a fear of singing in public, so I was a bit shocked when I found myself on stage with a mic in my hand.
I was even sober...well...kinda sober at that moment, although I am sure that the unlucky people in the bar were wishing that they were *swisteddrunk after having to listen to me.
I should have bought them all a shot...NOTE TO SELF-buy all the people that were there a shot the next time I see them. And maybe send Pat Benatar flowers or something to say sorry for butchering her song.
Bad singing also brought her cousin to the party, bad white people dancing.
Um...yeah, I will take the blame for the bad dancing as well. Complete with that stupid white girl 'dance face' (I saw the photos)...dead sexy!
And I am not sure if I was in a mosh pit at any point in time last night, but I hurt today! How can it be that a night out of dancing hurts more the next day then if I went on a run? I don't think I was all that crazy of a dancer last night, but my body feels like I was doing the worm all night long.
Maybe that is the Universe trying to tell me that my old ass white girl self either needs to get back in shape, or leave the dancing to the young ones.
Either way, it was a fun night. A much needed fun night full of smiles and good people.
BTW--- next time, it's the Pina Colada song....you have been warned!
Did I mention that I sang last night? As in actually in front of other humans and not just in front of my kids who are forced to listen to me as they are too young to leave the house solo (perk to being the mom).
Did I mention it was bad? Oh yeah, really bad! We all know that I can't sing and have a fear of singing in public, so I was a bit shocked when I found myself on stage with a mic in my hand.
I was even sober...well...kinda sober at that moment, although I am sure that the unlucky people in the bar were wishing that they were *swisteddrunk after having to listen to me.
I should have bought them all a shot...NOTE TO SELF-buy all the people that were there a shot the next time I see them. And maybe send Pat Benatar flowers or something to say sorry for butchering her song.
Bad singing also brought her cousin to the party, bad white people dancing.
Um...yeah, I will take the blame for the bad dancing as well. Complete with that stupid white girl 'dance face' (I saw the photos)...dead sexy!
And I am not sure if I was in a mosh pit at any point in time last night, but I hurt today! How can it be that a night out of dancing hurts more the next day then if I went on a run? I don't think I was all that crazy of a dancer last night, but my body feels like I was doing the worm all night long.
Maybe that is the Universe trying to tell me that my old ass white girl self either needs to get back in shape, or leave the dancing to the young ones.
Either way, it was a fun night. A much needed fun night full of smiles and good people.
BTW--- next time, it's the Pina Colada song....you have been warned!
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