The weekend with Bec and Henry was so fun. While watching shite TV (Celebrity Fit Club) Saturday night on the couch together Bec reminded me that we used to do this for HOURS when we were in high school. God, I miss those days. We’d hang out (translation: watch TV) ALL DAY and then at like 10pm I’d look over at her and say “You know I’m staying over, right?” There is nothing like having someone you love love love staying with you.

My most recent reads are Playground: Childhood Lost Inside the Playboy Mansion by Jennifer Saginor and The Virgin Blue by Tracy Chevalier.  I am reading Playground because it looks salacious and will perhaps have a few juicy morsels that I can throw out inappropriately at parties.And I’m reading The Virgin Blue because my sissie suggested it and she’s a smarty pants so I’m trying to legitimise myself. Plus she said I’ll like it.

I just talked to Meg on the phone and she makes me laugh so hard sometimes. Well a lot of times. It’s probably only funny to us though. A lot of the time she’s either eating or brushing her teeth which always makes me laugh. It’s kind of skill actually because I’ll hear the brush “swish swish”ing but she’s talking. Hm. I’ll have to try that.  She and V were living in the 1890s and weren’t up to date technology wise until recently. They got a laptop with wireless and she’s going nuts. She adores Bob Dylan and said to me last week “Did you know you can download live music from the internet?” Aw. Sissie. She fought becoming a techo geek for a long time but now I think the transition is in full swing. They’re even getting a cell phone!

As Events Coordinator for my mothers group, I’m organizing the annual family picnic and it feels good to be back in the planning saddle. Granted I have gone from swapping stories with Norman Schwarzkopf in the back of a limo to making sure this farm can do Hay Rides for 90 kids but it’s still nice to be planning an event again.

Em is going to come in September and that should be lovely. She’s very missed around here as Hadley adores her and up until about 4 months ago if you asked Hadley who was in her family she would say “Mommy, Daddy, Finn and Emmy”. Now, she knows Emmy’s not in our family but I’m pretty sure she thinks Emmy is her friend as she has been talking about what they’re going to do when Em’s in town. Heh heh heh.

I read in Em’s blog that her dad asked that she try to no swear as much. That got me thinking. I throw out F-bombs left and right. I do cuss like a sailor and find it to be such a release.  I wonder sometimes about if I should reign it in knowing that my parents read this but then if I did that, it wouldn’t be me. This blog is for me. It is my release. I have written something in the past and thought “Uh, maybe I shouldn’t say that” but then left it because if I start worrying about what other people think then it will just become a stressful job and not a fun, cathartic writing release. Plus, I’m 32 and will say “fuck” if I want to.