on how I have become suburbanized
My daughter is off right now signing up for the town soccer league. *sigh*
Of course, all the games are on Saturdays, so I won't be able to go to any of them. *woe*
Had to take a sick day today. I told my boss I had a migraine, but really what I had, was what we shall delicately call "lady pains". Boy, and how. Staying in bed was the only thing to do; I did it very well, and all day long. I did take an hour of peacefulness to finish one project I'd been working on, and send it off, so there was at least something accomplished besides lying around watching Dr. Who DVDs and eating chocolate.
Daughter is invited to a 10th birthday party at the end of next month, being held at a country club, with handmade "red carpet" invitations ("tickets"). The children are asked to dress as their favorite celebrity. "Paparazzi" will be present taking their photos. There will be dinner, DJ, and dancing.
Can I please repeat that this is a birthday party for a 10 year old.
So, Daughter wants to go as a boy celebrity. She wanted to be a boy for Halloween this year, too; I got her to settle for being a pirate, and she wore Elizabeth's costume from Pirates of the Caribbean (it had leggings instead of a skirt, so was acceptable, as long as I let her carry a sword too). She ran through several names of boy celebrities trying to think of one, but discarded each one in turn. One amusing moment came when she mentioned that there would be boys invited to the party, AND dancing, which caused her father to ask, "What if a boy wants to ask you to dance but he thinks you're a boy? Boys can't dance with boys!" Causing me to roll my eyes; sadly I had to refrain from launching into a life lesson about alternative lifestyles and how that is perfectly OK if boys want to dance with other boys. It wasn't really the right time, but the lesson will come eventually.
She redeemed me today, though. I was catching up with Dr. Phil on the Tivo and he had Cojo on, talking about his kidney transplant and his new book about being famous and sick and yadda yadda. She was entranced, and has decided that she wants to be Cojo, reporting from the red carpet, about everyone else's fashion choices. Hee.
I'm looking for a pink and yellow tie she can wear.
Of course, all the games are on Saturdays, so I won't be able to go to any of them. *woe*
Had to take a sick day today. I told my boss I had a migraine, but really what I had, was what we shall delicately call "lady pains". Boy, and how. Staying in bed was the only thing to do; I did it very well, and all day long. I did take an hour of peacefulness to finish one project I'd been working on, and send it off, so there was at least something accomplished besides lying around watching Dr. Who DVDs and eating chocolate.
Daughter is invited to a 10th birthday party at the end of next month, being held at a country club, with handmade "red carpet" invitations ("tickets"). The children are asked to dress as their favorite celebrity. "Paparazzi" will be present taking their photos. There will be dinner, DJ, and dancing.
Can I please repeat that this is a birthday party for a 10 year old.
So, Daughter wants to go as a boy celebrity. She wanted to be a boy for Halloween this year, too; I got her to settle for being a pirate, and she wore Elizabeth's costume from Pirates of the Caribbean (it had leggings instead of a skirt, so was acceptable, as long as I let her carry a sword too). She ran through several names of boy celebrities trying to think of one, but discarded each one in turn. One amusing moment came when she mentioned that there would be boys invited to the party, AND dancing, which caused her father to ask, "What if a boy wants to ask you to dance but he thinks you're a boy? Boys can't dance with boys!" Causing me to roll my eyes; sadly I had to refrain from launching into a life lesson about alternative lifestyles and how that is perfectly OK if boys want to dance with other boys. It wasn't really the right time, but the lesson will come eventually.
She redeemed me today, though. I was catching up with Dr. Phil on the Tivo and he had Cojo on, talking about his kidney transplant and his new book about being famous and sick and yadda yadda. She was entranced, and has decided that she wants to be Cojo, reporting from the red carpet, about everyone else's fashion choices. Hee.
I'm looking for a pink and yellow tie she can wear.