Momma's Boy

I have a million topics to discuss but no time!

1. Wall paper is evil!
2. The Kid is way too picky!
3. My new BAW freaked me out.

Now I know you are all on the edge of your seats to find out more details about each one of these but I only have time to elaborate about one of these topics. I am going with the third option. My new BAW is 6 years younger than me, married with 3 children. His wife and I are the same age. I have interacted with his wife on numerous occasions. She is very nice and attractive. They seemed like a really great couple, until the other day…

They just bought a new house and I helped them move. On the day of the move I was introduced to my BAW’s mother, and I thought I heard wrong. I really thought it was his mother-in-law because his wife and mother look identical with the exception of the age difference. I have never seen two women that look so similar; I don’t even look that similar to my mother. It was freaky!! My BAW married a younger version of his own mother. Now I don’t know how similar their personalities are but the appearance similarity freaked me out.

Who actually marries a woman that looks like his mother? I am sure there is some clinical disorder for this kind of thing. AND if you are the wife what do you think about it? It gives a whole new meaning to the term momma’s boy.

Promised Pictures

This is a picture of the place where I went "camping" this summer. I don't camp well so Jeanane and I rented a cabin. It was great fun too.

Birthday Party

The birthday party went off without a hitch. My mother supplied sandwiches, a shrimp tray, chips, nuts, cookies, a red velvet cake, chocolate fondue, strawberries and cream puffs. I supplied alcohol, and there is a lot left over too. Everyone who was expected showed up. The party ended at 4 am, though I bowed out at 1 am. Brittany entertained my guests until 4 am, which is typical of gatherings out my house. I can’t stay up too late. I am Cinderella when it comes to midnight; I turn into a pumpkin after midnight. I really was a Cinderella on Saturday too; Brittany bought me a tiara and made me wear it.

The only really entertaining thing happened after I was asleep; a poker games started around 11 pm and when the game finally ended at 4 am the pot was $20 short and a near NBA type brawl ensued. Like my grandmother always said nothing good happens that late at night. I like playing poker but only while I am drinking and I was not drinking on Saturday. I was spending too much time playing hostess. I have a few groups of friends and they don’t know each other; work friends, running friends, golf friends and family friends, but the only group that did not mix well was my work friends. My work friends were isolated all night and the Kid did not say a word to anyone else and did not drink either.

I have started writing my thank you notes and only have two left to write. One more thing my mother taught me to always be polite to people who give you gifts.

I am sick

I am sick and I feel so sorry for myself when I am sick. It is the only time in my life when I don't think I am strong enough to carry on. I want to be taken care off and phrases like "I want my mommy" make complete sense. Sickness reduces me to a whiney baby, and that is where I am right now. I truly want to be taken care of when I am sick, like a small helpless child because that is how I feel in the face of sickness.

I am such a bad sick person that I usually try to ignore it and hope it will go away, just like all the other problems in my life. Unfortunately not all colds/flues will be ignored; in fact I have had pneumonia twice trying to ignore my own sickness. Right now I am trying to ignore my sickness and really wishing I had someone in my life to take care of me. Someone who would fix me soup and run to the store when I run out of Nyquil, and someone who would make sure I was as comfortable as possible in my misery.

Oh that reminds me of this time when I was so sick and being the world’s biggest baby. It was during my very obnoxious teenage years and in the middle of night during a massive snow storm and I felt so sorry for myself. I was convinced the only thing that would make me better was Nyquil but we did not have any in the house, my grandparents in their robes and slippers went out into the storm in the middle of the night and bought me Nyquil. They really were the best people in the world and I was extremely lucky to have someone love me that much for a fraction of my life. I really miss them, especially when I need them the most.

My Territory

Monday night I went to dinner with some people from work, among the attendees was the Kid. Now I have no intention of being more than just friends with the Kid, but I feel like he is mine. Another woman at the dinner started making moves on my territory and I was and still am upset. At dinner she was openly flirting with the Kid and being hostile to me. The Kid and I were not “together” at the dinner we just happened to sit next to one another and shared an appetizer. We do work together every day all day. This woman was challenging my position as alpha female with the Kid and it really upsets me. I felt like the wolf marking my territory and the Kid is part of my territory.

Yesterday at work she sent him two invitations to parties this weekend, one of them a party she is hosting on the same night as my Birthday party. She knows that I am having a Birthday party on Saturday (she is not invited), what is she thinking inviting the Kid to her house on the same night? I so want to say catty things about her to the Kid. I am not having a rational response to this woman taking an interest in the Kid. I should encourage the Kid with this woman, since I am never going to be more than his friend. I do hate the idea that I might be replaced in his affections by this woman, but he really should focus his energy on someone who will return his affections.

Dancing with Susan

Saturday night I went dancing with my youngest sister, Susan. Susan and I look like sisters, but our personalities are very different. I did my standard club act; I spent the entire time on the dance floor refusing to dance with other people. Once again a little crowd of men formed to watch me dance and shoot down potential dance partners. The middle of nowhere and DC have this much in common, though the dance floor in the middle of nowhere is much more crowded. I think this is because there are so few places to go clubbing.

Back to making my long story longer, Susan was asked to dance and was extremely happy too. Also a man bought her, her first drink and I think she felt like a princess when it happened. It was refreshing to see someone so happy about the simple things in life. I have never worried about people wanting to buy me drinks, even though it happens every time I go dancing. I almost always refuse. I told Susan to take the drink but not to go home with the man. Except I almost never take the drink, it is not like I am going to go home with the guy so why not take the drink? Am I too cynical? Is a drink really a drink or is accepting a drink an invitation to something more? What does a man expect when he offers to buy you a drink?

Later in the evening when she asked me how to get rid of him, I waited until she went to the bathroom profusely thanked the man in question for making my younger sister’s evening and then told him her age (14 years younger than him). He definitely understood and gracefully left to find someone closer to his age.

Parties

When I am laying in bed at night chasing the elusive dream land I come up with all sorts of things I want to write about. I have a seemingly endless supply of things to occupy my mind when I am trying to fall asleep and I think I will write about that tomorrow. The writing helps me clarify my thoughts and put my worries into perspective, than I go to work and work pushes every thing out of mind. It pushes out my cares, worries, thoughts, dreams, even my desires. Work is all that I see during the day and it takes me hours to unwind from it, and I love it. I love my job. However I have nothing to write about after work and won’t until I am too tired to leave my very nice bed.

I have a birthday coming up and no I could not keep it to myself. My mother called and asked me what I wanted for my birthday and I told her I wanted a party. One of the good things about my mother is her very strong desire to make me happy within her capabilities. Her capabilities include a big bank account and an enormous party house. In fact now I am a little afraid of the party idea, this might be a little bigger than I want, but I don’t have many friends so it can’t be that big.

My mother is a great party planner; my younger sister, Brittany, eloped a few years ago and when we (I was there) returned from the marriage my mother threw her a wedding celebration party. Brittany was young enough at the time to want a full blow out, no linens and crystal for her. My mother sent up commercial sized beer coolers all over the yard, 2 full stocked bars and an incredible band. At one time I was sitting on the under the canopy on the lawn with some of my family members and I looked over to the pool and exclaimed “I think they are naked” I was just drunk enough to appreciate the antics but not so drunk to join in. I ran over to the pool and sure enough the people in the pool were naked, from the pool I could see the basketball court where there were at least 4 couples in various stages of it getting on. If MTV had known about that party they would have been there.

Another great party planned (and paid for) by my mother was my PhD celebration. We had linens, crystal, flatware and smoky single malts. It was a great party. In addition she rented out a floor of the hotel for the party attendees and no one had to drink and drive. It was swanky enough that I felt comfortable inviting all my professors and advisors, and fun enough that my friends had a riot. The party ended ~ 10 hours after it started, though I bowed out at the Cinderella hour. My BAW at the time drank so much that he decided to walk home and finally came to miles from the party which was only a mile from his house still in his suit but minus his shoes. To this day we can’t figure out where he shoes went. Wow after all the bad things I say about my mother, I do have one good thing to say; she really knows how to throw a party.

6 Weird Things about me

Genius tagged me, so here a six weird facts about me

1. My parents are brother and sister, seriously. They are step-siblings but siblings nonetheless.

2. I still sleep with my baby blanket, it is my magic blanket and it still comforts me after all of these years.

3. My greatest pet peeve is hearing someone chew, it drives me nuts. The sound bothers me so much that come close to losing it completely when I am around someone who smacks. The sound instantly puts me a bad mode no matter how I felt moments before hearing it.

4. I have three half sisters and three half brothers, but I was only raised with 2 of my siblings.

5. My favorite thing in the whole world is sleeping, I would rather sleep than do anything but I am afraid I am sleeping my life away.

6. I love my birthday; I get so excited when it gets near, even after all these years. I am like a small child when it comes to my birthday, a couple weeks before the big day I tell everyone about its imminent arrival.

Okay now I need to tag 6 people but I am not even sure 6 people read my blog;

Joy
Theresa
Izzy Bella

And three other people who have nothing to write about

Bah Hum Bug Again

I don’t want to do Christmas this year. It is not any different than I felt last year and I was not allowed to boycott Christmas last year either. This year my family is taking a very hard stance with my Bah Hum Bug spirit. I was told directly from my mother to knock it off, and I was ruining Christmas for everyone with my attitude.

Perhaps if I converted to a non-Christian religion I would be allowed to boycott Christmas, let’s see what religion should I convert too? The first one that comes to mind is Judaism, but I know I would never be able to be Kosher. The wine is terrible. Oh I do like attending Seders, any dinner where I am required to drink a lot of wine is fine by me but I could never do that whole fasting thing before and temple on Saturday would suck too. Okay Judaism is out, how about Islam? Oh I already know that is not a good one for me; I bought a Koran to read and I randomly was flipping pages and ran across these little pearls of wisdom; Those who are guilty of an 'indecency' must be 'confined until death takes them away or Allah opens some way for them.' (The Women, 4.15). 'Men are the maintainers of women' and 'good' women are obedient. Those that men fear 'desertion', can be admonished, confined and beaten' (The Women, 4.34). Not to mention the staples for Burqa-clad and veiled women and girls; beheadings, stoning to death, floggings, child sexual abuse in the name of marriage and sexual apartheid are only the most brutal and visible aspects of women's rightlessness and third class citizen status in the Middle East.

What about Buddhism? I hear a lot of good things about it except my family would never buy it (the whole conversion thing). I am not trying to inspire a religious debate here, I am just trying to find a graceful way out of Christmas. Last year I was able to get away with my Bah Hum Bug spirit being 2000 miles away from my family, which is a very good thing too. What I really need to do is move away from my family again.

Bedroom Voice

Bob Seger has a bedroom voice. I listen to his songs and it immediately makes me think of amorous things. He voice has the right balance of rough and smooth that makes the good shivers in my body respond. It is a raw and manly, but it can seem so heart felt that it just makes me melt. It is almost the perfect balance of a man; strong enough to know he can take care of you but emotional enough to know that he is accessible on all the levels you need him to be. I don’t know if this is true of Bob Seger, but it is true of his voice.