Thursday, July 19, 2012

Bloggedy Blogg Blogg Blogg

As much as I love reading bloggs, you'd think I'd be better at writing mine.  Nope.  Inconsistent as all get out.  And I promise I am constantly thinking, Ooooo!  I should write that down in a blogg later.  That is some funny stuff running around in the old cranium.  But...then I don't.  And I forget.  Til something new and funny pops up.  Such is the life.  But...on to other things.

It's now 2/3 of the way through summer.  That is such a weird thing to wrap my brain around because that means that it is now 1/2 of the way through the year.  We went and registered Miss A for her new school and I can't believe she is already in 8th grade.  Its just odd.  I updated my blogg picture so you could marvel at her growth of the last 2 years.  Also notice my shrinkage.  Especially in the face.  But anywho.  Eighth grade is such a milestone year.  First full year as a teenager in school.  High school just around the corner but still a lot of moments of little kid left to have.  We've already broken the boyfriend barrier and I think she learned a lot, some of it the hard way.  But I think those lessons can only be learned that way.  She is such an only child.  IMHO, only children are a very special breed.  They are this weird combination of adult and child all wrapped up in one space.  For Aleisa, she's been like that since she was around 4.  People would marvel at having conversations with her that it's "just like talking to a grown up!".  That has definitely become a curse because now that she THINKS she's a grownup....lets just stick with the its a curse thing, lol.  It's interesting to watch her interact as she has a fantastically wonderful inner child.  She has no problem getting down and playing in the dirt or Barbies or whatever it is that the younger children want to do. Then there are the times when she's all like "Oh I want to see Magic Mike so bad!"!?!  I am so NOT letting my 13 year old watch a movie about strippers.  Are you f-ing crazy?  Such is the dichotomy of our lives.  But I can count on her to understand things ("Sorry honey, but its just not in the budget right now.  If you want to go mow a yard or something, you can earn it for yourself.") and I am trying really hard to keep the line of communication open about S3X. God, its awful and awkward but necessary.  I vomit a little everytime I hear her say that she heard so and so did this or that.  If we could just shrink wrap them til they are out of college, life would be so much easier!!!  Instead, I get to say things like "Yes, drinking is fun.  But you've seen how stupid people look when they drink too much.  And you don't have to drink to have fun, look at Mom." (and before you roll off your chair laughing at how I'm lying, it is the truth.  I have a ton of fun without drinking.  Yes I have a ton more when I do drink but it just doesn't happen all that often anymore.  Because somebody around here has to be responsible and laugh at all the dumbassedness that goes on when folks get stupid ;-)  )  Or my favorite, thanks to Khloee Kardashian, is "Remember, every time someone has s3x with someone, they are saying "Why yes, I am ok spending the rest of my life tied to you in some way shape or form, even if it means talking in an angry whisper because you missed your child support payment again and I don't want our kid to know I'm talking bad about their Dad".  Remember I said awful and awkward?  It's funny sometimes too =)

I think that's all I've got to say about that.  Life is like a box chocolates, you never know what you're gonna get.  And if you get that nasty disgusting cherry one, spit that shit out real fast and grab another one.  It might be full of nuts...and yes, I meant that. lol


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