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So, I sat down to think about what to write for this, my last blog post of 2010. I figured I would look back and see if I wrote about resolutions and all that crap last year.
So I looked.
Wow. My last blog post in 2009 was December 6th. And the next blog post after that wasn’t until February. I must have been in a mega-funk. Good thing? I guess I have more time to write now. What I DO remember from January 2009 is that I planned our trip to Disney. I think I was so tired of being here, so just…tired, that I needed to concentrate on something fun. I guess it worked.
All in all, 2010 was a good year. Chloe became a ‘big kid’ and started kindergarten. I got some quiet time while they were in school. We got some grown up furniture. We got a new deck. I got to see my Mom three times in 2010. The restaurant got busier, AND got to be a little more on auto-pilot. I got my Associates Degree (finally).
**Hey, did I mention that? I didn’t actually get the piece of paper yet, but I finished all the classes, got a ‘B’ in my English Comp 2 class, filled out all the paperwork, and it’s done. Gotta cross that off my Bucket List!!!***
All in all, I liked 2010. Even though I turned 40 (which was not so bad, even with a gigantic hangover), good things happened. And I’m looking forward to 2011. No resolutions. Except maybe to live in the moment. And this moment? We’re headed to the basement to play some Wii Party. Happy New Year!
The other day, I got a text from my friend asking, “How was your day?” It was about a half an hour before I had to get the kids from the bus stop. You wanna know what I texted her back? ”Peaceful and productive.”
How about that!?!?!?!? Peaceful AND productive? I haven’t had a peaceful OR productive day in about seven years! I mean, REALLY, REALLY productive. It was awesome. I had some alone time, I cleaned, I did work for the restaurant, I worked on school. It. Was. Awesome.
Would you like to know what else has happened? I don’t yell at the kids like I used to. We are now at the point where we MISS each other. We are really enjoying the time that we have together. Don’t get me wrong…there are still homework struggles and sisterly arguments. I’m not really all that sure that Becca and Chloe miss EACH OTHER, but at least we’re headed in the right direction. And when those homework struggles an sisterly arguments happen, I’m much more ready to deal in a calm and orderly fashion.
You know what I’m gonna do? I’m crossing something off my bucket list. Number 39? You’re done. (Hopefully I don’t have to put that back on the bucket list when summer comes along.) I’m experiencing parenting Zen. Aaaaahhhhhhh. I hope you’re having a good weekend, and I’ll have to figure out something out to bitch about on here.
Like this stupid English 102 class. More of that next time.
First I’m going to say this: Please remember that I’m SO NOT CRAFTY. Creative? Sort of. Computer literate? Very. Crafty? notsomuch.
“Paint a picture” is on my Bucket List. Number 29. Check. I recently made our family room/play room combination look a little more grown up. I still have some artwork to replace. Currently there are a few pictures hanging from the kids. Today, I painted this:
Yeah, it’s nothing too great. But I did it, it matches the colors in the room, and it saved me from buying some other artwork. I have to do another one for the other side of my window. I bought a two-pack of canvas, some acrylic paint and some brushes. all the supplies cost me about twenty bucks. So, I guess I’m saving myself some money, too. If I’m not TOO embarrassed, I’ll share the next one, too.
Have a great day!!! Headed out for some girl time at the outlets tonight
I had the opportunity to experience something that I would not have done on my own. And it was awesome. It may sound like I’m complaining about stuff, but I’m really not. When you read on to see what happened, please remember this: I HAD AN AWESOME TIME!!! I would have not have changed one darn thing. So, go ahead, read on…
My neighbor had a little bit of a problem. Well, not really a problem, but here’s the deal. Her brother-in-law (married to her husband’s sister) is in the band GWAR. Now, her husband had seen the band plenty of times. But her? She just never got around to seeing a show. She had been backstage, taken the kids to see their aunt and uncle. But their show is not exactly kid friendly. Not even close. So, she would then take the kids home to the safety of our little suburban-ville. Have you heard of GWAR? I mean, they’re really not kid friendly. Wanna see?
And that’s just a video.
Anywhoo, my friend decided that it was finally time to see a show. And she decided to make a party out of it. She got three other couples (including us), and one stray husband (whose wife just, well, wasn’t interested). We were all in. Did I remember GWAR? Well, not really. There was a vague, cloudy memory of them being on Beavis and Butthead.
We were all excited to have a grown up night out. We were headed to Mr. Smalls in Millvale, which just so happens to be a converted church. The church that my mother had her baptism, communion, confirmation and wedding. Really. Now, I had been forewarned. I watched one video on youtube (that you can see above) and was told that they like to squirt fake blood and other gooey stuff on the crowd. Um, okay. I knew that we had VIP seats up in the balcony (I’m guessing that was where the organ once stood…now it has a bar) and we had a bar tab. Bonus. As we pile out of the cars and walk to Mr. Smalls, we meet Brad, who is in the band. He was very polite and, well, normal. We head up to the entrance and get enough wristbands to last me for quite a while (one for admission, one for VIP and one saying that I was over 21 (eww…almost twice 21…anyway…..). The second opening band was already playing. Typical heavy, death metal. Loud, but fine. They looked normal. Jeans. Tees. Long hair. We made our way up to the VIP area and enjoyed the band. Just before GWAR was about to start, my neighbor told all us ‘ladies’ that if we had to use the restroom, better do it now. The restroom was downstairs, through the crazy, crazy crowd and out a door. We looked at each other and were getting ready to go. Just then, a video started, and the crowd went crazy. We decided…um…we didn’t need to go that badly.
As the music started, the crowd went nuts. There was, of course, a mosh pit. But they were all very respectful of each other. There wasn’t any fighting…it was more like organized pushing. I noticed that everybody close to the stage had plain white t shirts on. Hmmm…I figured maybe they were hoping to get squirted with some goo and have a souvenir. Well, “squirted with some goo” was an understatement.
They came out with these huge water cannon thingies. Filled with fake blood and such. IT WAS EVERYWHERE!!! (I was slightly clued in when, before the band took the stage, every surface but the floor was covered with plastic). So, so, so glad I was up in the balcony. We were enjoying the show…there were a lot of theatrics. I compared it to X-rated performance art.
Eventually, however, our bladders were calling. I asked the bartender if there was an employee restroom I could buy my way into. No such luck. They had to use the restroom that was downstairs, too. We HAD to go down onto the floor. I’m all for going with the flow, but I didn’t want to be drenched in fake blood. Really not my style. Tony led the way downstairs (with me and three other girls following) and through the crowd. We made it to the restroom. And we got a slight taste of fresh air. It was SO INCREDIBLY HOT IN THERE! Imagine…650 people, no air conditioning in an old church. And to top it all off, it was getting damn steamy with all the fake bodily fluids and real sweat. After using the restroom (and seeing a poor girl with her eyebrow cut open – old stitches had come out – but she was OK), I HAD to go outside. I just needed some air. Badly. Tony and I went out and it felt HEAVENLY! The other girls went back upstairs, and we followed a few minutes after.
By this time, the concert was just about over. We got our t-shirts (because, well, I wanted a t-shirt), and Tony bought some “nightgowns” for the girls (junior tees, size medium). It was an awesome night out with friends. Brad came up to the VIP area about ten minutes after the show, looking no worse for the wear. I could only imagine how crazy hot it had to be in that costume. Nuts.
I would go see them again. Mostly because it was a great night out, there were no kids around, and not everybody has seen GWAR.
Too bad it wasn’t on the bucket list. Oh well. It was an adventure, and I’m glad it happened. I am nicking at that bucket list, though. You know the one where I’m supposed to replace everything my kids have stained? I’m starting with the (icky) couch…new leather one is coming in a week!
Have a great holiday!