Jalapeno Peppers and Green Tea

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.

Christmas Crunch

Time is coming down to the big day. And I am just not feeling it. Even with the lack of Television to render feelings of exceptional gift givingly inadequancy… I am still feeling the bitter bite of financial fuck over. Fucking Urban Outfitters is selling a Charlie Brown replica Christmas tree for like $30 bucks. What kind of shit is that? That cost more than my Home Depot, 6-7 foot Douglas Fir.

You know I am feeling really down. Something about not being able to buy all of the things for the boys I would really like. In some ways, I should have opted out of the whole season like some new age hippie.

We got the tree up.  I got a few gifts. And I’m spent, literally.

Catharsis Ka-boom

These past few weeks have been compacted with a stresses upon stress. Not to say that daily life in the Bones’ Family hasn’t been overloaded since this July when I had the audacity to sign up for 2 science classes in addition to working quite far from home. As I get closer and closer to my goal of Rad Tech, things seem to get messier and messier- literally. I am often asked how do I do it all work, school, and three kids… My house is covered in laundry and and shoes and Halloween spiders. Meanwhile keys and phones are all hiding beneath and never like to resurface when I need them.

Last weekend as we started to recover from a family function, we decided to make good use of our Disney passes and check out the spooky stuff over there at the Mouse House in Anaheim. It was rather crowded on this particular Sunday. Us breeders did not realize it was

Gay Day at Disneyland Saturday, October 6, 2007 …

We saw a lot of gay couples, including two buffed out sporto-s who looked like they could really beat someone’s ass, pushing around their son in stroller holding a Jack doll, but really did think much of it. That is until I spied the all the red shirts that say “Gay Day 2007″ on them. Ah ha, maybe it’s Gay Day or something. We went on the monorail, and got to take a little peak at the Nemo Submarine. Much too crowded to even thinking about riding. We got the fast passes for Haunted Mansion which is by far my favorite ride especially when Jack in the house. We came home and had delicious Chinese take-out. A perfect ending

This weekend I have the fire of a huge exam burning under my feet. Must Study. I remain steadfast as I decline offers of beer and fun. I think the rain will ensure me to stay home and study. Must not flunk. Must stay optimistic.

Things that don’t mix

Things that don’t mix:

*stripes and polka dots

*Premenstraul friends of friends

*road rage racists in the driver seat & freeways

*oil and water

*orange juice and tooth paste

Thank God (yes Jesus Christ, guy in the sky) for the Things that do mix-

-Mix Master Mike

-Martini Shakers

-Blenders

-Coffee and Cream