Every now and then I mention my mom. Sometimes I speak of her in comments on other blogs or sometimes in the posts written here. You all know we were close, so close I considered her my best friend. I know when someone is dead, you should probably start referring to them in the past tense, but I forget a lot of the time. It’s weird to refer to her like that, you know? She was my mom. I swear, sometimes I feel like she’s on vacation somewhere and will be back as soon as she can. Whenever something insanely funny happens, I often think: Damn, mom would think this is hilarious. I should call her… And of course right after that is: “Fuck, I’m broke. I wish mom were still here, she’d loan us some dough…
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Last Thanksgiving while waiting for the turkey, the H and I had the pleasure of sitting next to some children.
I like children.
And not in the creepy way.
I thought I would strike up a conversation, otherwise things were going to get progressively awkward. Now I know at my age it’s to soon to start complaining about feeling “old”, but I must say, conversing with children never fails to highlight my advancement in years.
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One time, on one of many dates with a now ex-boyfriend, I lost my wallet. I didn’t know it was gone until someone from a video store called my cell phone to let me know. We had to drive all the way back to the Valley – trust me, it was FAR – to retrieve it. Apparently some guy found it in the parking space we were in and turned it in to the nearest business. The guy left his number in case I wanted to call him. I did. He had a really nice voice and I was getting all excited (I know I already had a boyfriend, but the plan to dump him was already in place) until he said, “My girlfriend and I….”
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I can barely type this without laughing. Hubby and I just watched that kid’s show, “Hip Hop Harry” and WOW… too funny.
I like kid shows. Really. They offer a source of entertainment you just don’t get anywhere else. The acting is awful, the songs are terrible, and usually the concepts are cheesy.
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I have 14 friends on MySpace.
I know I know… not a lot, right? Well, earlier this evening I had 17 friends and before that I had 25 friends. Some would say my friend count is going in the wrong direction, but I disagree.
MySpace has been described as many things, but it touts itself as “a place for friends”. I believe that. Because of this, my friend count is slowly making a trek to the single digits.
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