A spoon full of Sugar and a pinch o’ Pepper

My oldest boy’s voice is cracking like Peter Brady.  [OMG, I am really 33 years old.] He sustains life solely on hot pockets and frozen chocolate chip waffles (his choice not mine).  He is getting an A+ 100% in Algebra in the 7th grade.  He amazes me the way he makes school look like cake.

I bit into a Jalapeno pepper whole heartedly at the most esquite baby shower I’ve ever been to.  It left me red faced and in tears from the fire on my tonque and lips.  Milk is the only cure.  Just because I am 30-something doesn’t mean I have ceased doing stupid things.  Sometimes I wish it does but, then life would be boring.

I saw Beck at the Hollywood Bowl which I thought was excellent.  Thom will tell you and his guitar geeks he was not impressed.  Yes, you can take a bus from Lakewood to Hollywood Bowl for $5.  You may bring alcohol.  Yes,” bottles and cans, clap your hands, Clap your hands.”  I have related to Beck for a long time.  I don’t know how many times I insisted to anyone who listen that I had a Jazzersize shirt back in the day.  Had to be there.  My age right now is really bizarre.  When I was 14, I watched Thirtysomething  When I go to concerts and see the young hipsters I feel Grandma and wizard like at the same time.  I feel that all of this knowledge and history and I have absorbed is too much and I want to spill it all out everywhere.  Blah blah blah.  I want to have the strength to give up alcohol and meat.  I want to give up food for that matter. Eating is for pussies.  HA ha ha ha ha.

I’m tired. ‘I will tell you about the Green Tea and most embarrasing work moment in my life later.