Monday, March 06, 2006

More of the same

Big sigh of relief. School is over for the day. This is the time of year when the drama goes into full effect. When the weather starts to warm up, the kids go absolutely nuts. They’re in and out of detention, throwing temper tantrums over having to take their hats off, (a rule I abhor but have to enforce. I have so many other fucking battles to fight. I don’t need administrators creating even more!) and generally starting shit with each other at each and every opportunity

The weekend was very nice. Saturday evening I took Soph with me to an art showing of Montana Black’s work at Sage Hills Om Ranch—my yoga teacher’s home/events location/b&b.. I was hesitant to take her, because it was a very adult (not in a porno way) event, but she was very good—loved the art—got a huge kick out of the edible flowers on the fruit tray—and is still talking about the donkeys we passed on our way there. I bought a print of a very wise looking desert tortoise called, “The Sage.”

Saturday night was fun—games and adult beverages. A friend is participating in a documentary called “The Winter of the Beard”(He’s agreed not to shave for 6 months. I think he’s in month 4. Very Grizzly Adams.) and brought a video camera along. He started filming—and the drunk-ass at the party (that would be me) jumped up and hollered, “Hey! Want to see my pits? I haven’t shaved them all winter either!” If I recall, I lifted up my shirt and gave the camera a close up of my approx. 2 inch pit hair. Sigh.

Sophie (knock wood) is continuing to be my sweetest sweetest sweet heart. We went in search of a tricycle on Sunday—but alas, none were to be found, even at WalMart. (We ended up ordering this one on line.) I bought her this consolation prize which she is absolutely nuts over. We play pretend all the time, and she’s continued coming up with the most hilarious names for our pretend personalities. Currently, she likes me to be “Grandma Moo Moo” to her “Miss Milly.” I have to sit on the couch and pretend to knit with a couple of chop sticks, and she comes over and brings me treats.

Today’s best thing about being a mom:

Holding hands

Today’s worst thing about being a mom:

I’m getting pretty tired of “Scooby-Doo Meets the Boo Brothers.”

3 comments:

~A~ said...

heh heh heh pit hair. You're a crazier drunk then me.

I clicked the art link BTW, very cool. Loved "Double Happiness".

patrice said...

I just shaved my leg hair for the first time in...I'm not even sure how long. it took a very long time. how come no one makes a documentary about THAT? maybe that's your calling.

trike! wonderful. so glad sophie was good at the art show. I always found that when the environment called for trent to be more of a grown up, he always rose to the occassion, but that's one of those things where you never know how it's going to play out till you're there.

Stine said...

Grandma moo moo? That's hilarious.

My little neice calls my mother "grandma typing".