She's on the left, bare midriff, fuschia hair.
When I was in college, the second time, I worked at Jack-in-the-Box. I was living on my own, barely surviving on minimum wage. My parents didn’t seem to care too much. I had this friend, Sammy. She worked at J-- with me and took classes at the same college as I. We rode scooters--mopeds-- together and joked about having a scooter gang, The Scooter Babes. She drank a lot more than I did and I think she got more action, in part because she had large breasts. In part because she was willing to use her large breasts to get more action.
I did a headstand tonight at yoga punx.
T-Dizzle got accepted into the dorms on campus at SFSU.
She was also awarded a $3500 private scholarship.
I don't have someone moving into my house, and I don't need a roommate.
I've a had a few "dates" with a cute, single dad, and I'm having a "date" with a cute economics teacher this week. (date is in quotes because the fucktards here in California refuse to call a date a date.)
I'm playing my second ever Brinicle: Icy Finger of Death gig (solo viola with a looping pedal) this weekend.
funny thing happened when i tried to comment to lynn's forum entry, i got a red warning that an illegal choice has been detected and i need to contact the site admin.
This is a little bittersweet. Today is the last Mother's Day for me with a minor child living in my house. My first Mother's Day was in 1991, when I was newly pregnant with L-Dawg. I realize that, like "Dictator for Life", "Mom" is a title one never loses, and yet....next year my kids will come over for MD, I'm sure, but they won't be living with me. They might appreciate me more than they ever did when they were little and living under my roof, but it won't be the same.
Well it's been a long time, but I am back, this time around I'm giving myself a mothers day present, this blog. I need mama-love, I need community. And hipmama was calling to me from afar.
Although I am not truly convinced that I am really hip-enough to be here, and I actually hope to find out a few things about myself in this journey such as....am I hip? am I really the supermom people think I am? Who am I am and what do I like to do besides clean the house and feed people. Is there in actuality more to me than that. or not?
because for like the fourth time, within 24 hours of getting canned i have a new job, which is one i would have left this job for, and one i can actually be proud of and not lie at parties when asked what i "do."*
My life is a little boring right now. Got a tax refund check, so a little less stressed about kid housing costs next year; been doing a lot of yoga, so less stressed in a general way (also find it hard to write about, but maybe I will try) and met.....a single dad who is my age and who has a teen son. Dad is a solo parent, and a punky/metaly guy from the same scene as I am. It's very nice, but, as usual, I have no idea if it's going anywhere.
Off to work!