Football..........and PMS......but football guys....

I have a GREAT football story. But first I gotta rant about PMS for a moment.

I have a new syndrome to announce! AMS. As opposed to PMS. Just when I thought it was safe................. it hit me BAM. WTF?

The PMS thing SHOULD have been happening last week when I went traveling with my not-my-boyfriend/man-friend/man-ho AND his two teenage kids AND my child-who-doesn't-like-to-travel. But ya' know what? I was "polite". I wore a smile. I kept my mouth clenched shut when I had nothing nice to say. (Good advice from my grandmother).

BTW, texting to your girlfriend about the lameness of boys, is a good way to avoid arguing with them in LA traffic.

So I'm thinking I simple PUT OFF the PMS. I tried to trick it but it had the last laugh.

And did you know that there is NO PMS unless you're around men??? It's true. I'm convinced the PMS is actually the irritation that MEN don't appreciate all the effort you go through to be civil during these lovely hormonal changes. I swear..........that's it!

OK. On to the football story (because that is one thing men do appreciate).........

So I went to my first pro football game last Sunday! AND I liked it!! The Chargers v the Chiefs. Yup. I was there.

LT ran 85 yards RIGHT TOWARDS me, to score yet another touchdown!!! I was sitting behind the goal, along the Chiefs sideline. Yup. Sure was.

I was the crazy nut in the sea of Chargers fans, with the #1 FAN finger thingy, bouncing up and down, and high-fiving every stranger sittin' around me!! Yup. That was me.

For those of you who don't watch football (like me a week ago), LT is short for

LaDainian Tomlinson, the Chargers running back who's breaking every kind of record.

I must also tell you that ONLY MY SON could make me a football fan. Many a man has tried.....and tried........and tried. My son's obsession/enthusiasm for football has done it for me. I sure didn't see that coming. Or the AMS.........

I'm listening to my iTunes and guess what song just came on? "You Could Be Happy" from Snow Patrol, that's what.

This week doesn't feel like it included the shortest day of the year.

The best candy ever

He said, "This is the best candy ever."

I said, "I like Yorks too. Gimme one."

He said, "The wrapping is like you and the candy is like me."

I said, "What?"

He said, "You're the wrapping around me, and when I grow up I'll bust outa the wrapping and be on my own."

I said, "Indeed."

The Hanukkah Bush

Dear Daddy........RIP.......ummm.....I mean.......MIP,
Are you "moving in peace"? My life moves. on. There are so many things I think of to tell you. I imagine picking up the phone and hearing your gruff old voice. I would say, "Hi Daddy". "The boy" and I finally got our Christmas Tree.........I mean Hanukkah Bush yesterday. He's so excited about Christmas and Santa (yes he still believes or at least he wants to.....) and decorating the tree and getting presents...........and the traditions. He seems to know how special it is to have two parents that love him and take care of him and sit for hours doing homework with him and play games with him. He seems to know we're the stable force under his wings.
You would say, "I stopped getting Xmas trees a couple years after you left 'cause it seemed silly to do it all by myself". Yes I remember. I would ask you, "Do you have good memories of shopping for the tree, putting it on the top of your car, dragging it into the house, putting the lights on, and sitting back to watch me put on the ornaments?"
You would probably say, "umm.........sure". And you would probably mean it. Even though you seemed bothered by the whole thing. Even though you were tired from working 6 days a week and taking care of me all by yourself.
Ya' know what daddy? I do the same thing with my child. This whole holiday thing is a bunch of extra work, isn't it? I procrastined the tree thing and hurried him a bit through the decorating tonight. And I will be sure to tell him that I hold these memories close to my heart.
Ok. I'll let you go. I'll talk to you soon.
And you'd say, "goodnight then".

It always seems like a good idea....at the time

Martinis are fun. I think.

The traditional Martini has always reminded me of b&w movies from the 50's, of cocktail parties when EVERYBODY smoked. But now we've got Martini bars where suddenly pomegranite is a commonly used word.

Last night, I attended a Holiday Party at a local Italian restaurant, which has such a Martini bar. It seemed like a good idea to follow up the party, by walking 20 ft. to the bar and begin ordering drinks that smoke. (At least the drinks get to smoke.)

It didn't seem like such a good idea after my 4th drink (two of which were the above Martinis).

I was tired before I even got there. I had bandaids on my chin (from moles removed, not from cutting myself shaving), and I just wanted to curl up at home........in my sweats & UGGs. Thus began the pleading with my party buddies to take me home. (I left my car at home so I could drink.............which also seemed like a good idea...........at the time). And ADD a neighbor of mine who I nicely invited to join our group, who became horribly drunk. Ugggghhhhhh.

Soooooo, today was spent doing nothing. Nothing productive. Nothing much of anything. Is it time for some more Ibuprophen?

A mother's job

I will look at this picture when I feel like a bad mother. Isn't it so easy to look at other parents and KNOW what they should or shouldn't be doing.

blogging withdrawal

It's been 2 whole days since I blogged. (I think I need a confessional).

I have been at my laptop the last 3 nights and had to actually refrain myself from blogging. It's like a friend that you talk to every day and somehow you have MORE to talk about than with someone you don't talk to very often.

I have so much to tell you; where do I begin?!

Holiday Card Pic time

I went to the beach yesterday with my friends to take pictures for our "Holiday" cards.

What a great excuse to get my ass to the beach.

Totally awesome sunset.

We picked a spot in Shell Beach where hundreds of Pelicans live. Amazing site but smelly.

I took a pic with munchkin in the summer of 2005 and I've been wanting to take another just like it. The growth of my child is simply fascinating to me.

Remodel update

My house remodel is actually making progress. It's MORE of a mess than ever.

We ordered the new cabinets!! I bet my dad would say..."that's more than I paid for my first house!!". The old cabinets are getting ripped out and the whole house is covered in white powdery stuff.

The contractor-construction-guy-man-friend ripped apart the back wall of my kitchen to prepare for the moving of the sink location and exposed the icky insulation. There were roots IN the insulation. It wasn't wet anymore but it was at one time. EWWWWWW.......

The backside of my house was painted this morning........YES, on Sunday morning. It's good to "know people".

We have a HUGE dumpster in my driveway. I "invited" neighbors and friends to add stuff 'cause it was way bigger than I needed. OMG. They totally filled it up.

We've spent hours at Home Depot looking at lighting stuff and flooring and appliances, but I walk out of there more confused than ever.

The Fountain

I saw a movie last night called The Fountain. I had heard bad reviews but it was the only movie showing when we could go and still get back to the babysitting in time so we went (and I love a good run-on sentence once and awhile).
Basically it was a bad acid trip. That's what I'm thinking now although I was enjoying parts of it when it was happening (kind of like an acid trip which always seems to turn into a bad trip eventually).
Hugh Jackman was cool to watch. Bald and creepy. On the other hand, Rachel Weisz was lovely and creepy.