Ok-it's been awhile... like forever, I know. Honestly, I didn't even know if I still knew my password. Et voila! Here I am... My last few menopausal synapses are firing.... for now.
As for my virtual disappearance, I experienced a Renaissance moment and went all rustic-retro: as in actually paying attention to real people around me instead of dwelling in the subterranean snarky murk of cyber space. And it's been refreshing, actually. I have to say the air is cleaner and more refreshing in the land of real time/real people-albeit more exhausting and frustrating. We all know that staying present in your real life requires more courage and persistence than liking another e-card making fun of whackadoos.
Here are a few hilites from my rustic-retro-hiatus:
Big kid turned 15 and had a massive teenage party. Did you know that having 30 teenagers at your house feels like having 175 chimps hang out in your living room??? It was practically a rave party... with adult supervision. Mr B was on glare-patrol the entire event. He was also the unofficial music Nazi. "Did you hear those lyrics???" he accuses me as I'm be-bopping to the base beat handing out glow sticks, totally oblivious, as he marches off to unplug the offending I-Pod. He also sent lil brother on reconnaissance missions to the bonus room to make sure no "funny business" was happening on his watch. As a result lil brother ended up in the middle of a mosh pit, totally stoked and ready to get his PAR-TEE ON! All the kids had a blast, but I'm not sure Mr B and I have what it takes to do that again.
Oh! And at the last lady party I attended, somebody got mad, somebody cried, and somebody puked. When's the last time you were in a crowded powder room with 5 people having a good sympathy puke...??? Good times!!! No lie...
Just to let you know I still have my priorities in order, I spent a fortune having my stylist put in a bucket load of reddish-blonde hilites (Sweet Mary-I have pole hair, y'all!), and Easter weekend officially kicked off my spring pedicure: Spicy Shrimp is my color of choice!
Oh, and Mr B has given me a new stripper name: Chardonnay-nay!!! More on her later...
Laws y'all...! Typing all this has been exhausting... gotta go smoke a cig now...
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