Wonder Woman with an evil twist

Today was a sad, sad milestone in The Kid’s life.  You see, I have one of those sensitive boys.  He has always been a momma’s boy.  I guess that comes with only having a mom to raise him.  We are really close.  I’m certain that is why he has the unique ability to irritate the F**k out of me.  Isn’t it the people that you really love that can make you want to kill them?  

 

Sorry, now I’m getting off track.  Back to the milestone…

 

Just yesterday (and I mean yesterday) he was walking around holding my hand.  He just got back from a trip with my parents and has been hovering over me wanting to hang out.  The Kid is entering 7^th grade and has no problem kissing, hugging, or holding his mom’s hand in public.  It is him that is initiating this contact.  I’m happy to hug him back or cuddle with him but since he is older I let him start it.   

 

Then comes today… It is the first time he has opted to sit with his friend, AWAY from me, in a movie theater.   I asked them if they wanted to sit with me at the theater.  They decided to sit the row behind on the aisle.  Hmm.

 

I know he will get his independence.  I know that he needs to find that.  I guess that is why I asked if he wanted to sit with me.  I know this is a good thing.

 

But I can’t help but to mourn the fact that he didn’t sit with me.

This is me and the wife at the Arts Festival.  Sad thing is that I'm totally sober.  Hmmm...

The kid is on vacation with my parents.  They decided to drive halfway across the country in an RV to see Mount Rushmore.  I guess it shouldn't be a surprise why I opted out of that adventure. 

Here is the kicker:
This was originally billed as a two week trip.  But last minute my parents decided to inform me that they had changed their minds (months ago) and they would be back three days earlier.  Yep, they hadn't even left with him before they are bringing him home early.

But the interesting part: My son, if left home alone, calls me about every 20 minutes to ask me a question.  I tell him to use his best judgement (haha, that is funny, boys don't have good judgement).  On the other side, when he is with my parents? Nothing... he hasn't called me in three days.  I called all three of their cell phones, not one of them has been on. 

Finally, I got an email today from my son.  If there was any doubt that he is mine, the closing of his email wipes that out.  Here it is:
"I love you. See you when I get home! E-mail me... cause if you don't god will eat a hamster."

In honor of Canada Day, show us your favorite Canadian.

Show us something in your house from the 1970s.

Me in the 1970s

Listen up kids! Here is the word of the day:

Definition: Someone who grabs themselves a drink in Walgreens without grabbing one for you too. 

Picture:

Today Mikelle and I were talking about Fag Hags.  We both dislike the term because neither of us are hags.  I'm a queen if anything.  Well, she was just informed of a new favorite slang term for women, the Fruit Fly. 

Basically (if I understand correctly) it is a woman that goes to the bar.  Can have almost anyone that she wants but always goes and hangs out with her gay man, that she brought. 

I like this.  I don't believe that I can "have" anyone in the bar I want but I sure can start a conversation with them.  But I like this term and have decided to adopt it.

I am told that I'm supposed to post my own favorite pictures of the Beerfest in Idaho Falls with super witty comments on the pictures.  I love this festival.  I have been a few years now and have a great time.  I look forward to it each year.  It is usually the first Saturday of June.  I was lucky enough to share this one with Kevin, The Wife and The Mistress.  In addition to some friends from Oregon and Salt Lake that met us up there.

Okay, now for the witty comments about how much Kevin followed me around the whole time....

The theme of the weekend! Good clothing choice Kevin.  I'm SOOOOO glad that we let you pick out your own clothes.

This is a surprisingly good picture of the three of us.  It is The Mistress (Hyd), me and The Wife (Bonnie).

Holding a beer all day wears out the wrists.  So it is good that I came with my own holder.

Chris (a good friend that few into town from Portland to meet us.  Too bad his hot ass wife didn't come with us) and Drew (Chris's friend from Salt Lake that met us up there).

Per tradition: I like to find an excuse to apply my tongue to The Wife's boobs.  They are so yummy. 

The effects of a day of beer and Jell-O Shots...

I saved this for the last just to torture Kevin.  Here is the picture of him being stoic again.  He doesn't like his picture taken and by damn won't let anyone see him having a good time. I'm sure he was bitching and moaning by this time.  That might be the reason for my smile.  It usually has that effect.

That was another year at Idaho Falls.  I guess they all earned a repeat invite, maybe.

This is a plea to all the inventive people out there with too much time on their hands!

I really would like someone to invent a phone that doesn't call any 800 numbers (primarily the one that calls me at work) without subjecting the caller to an IQ test. 

Seriously, is it that hard?