I reposted my “Beautiful People” blog in plans of announcing once again that I am a hypocrite.  I have been planing for some time to get braces to close this annoying gap in my front teeth. Several people have told me they like it… it adds character (*coughBullShitcough*).  It’s not too terribly bad, but it has always made me self concious.  Check me out in all of my goofiness:

SO… I had a consultation with my dentist on Tuesday.  My impressions had made it back, and we reviewed my options and spoke of how long I would be wearing the braces, etc.  I was sent on my way… and to make an appointment with the lady up front… I told her I would call her.

On the way out to my truck, I started thinking about it…. and that “Beautiful People” post.  Do I really want to do this?  The two people who love me the most in the whole world, and actually gave me this gap, will love me regardless.  It really is me… I can’t even imagine myself without it.  Would I be a different person if it were gone?  An asshole overnight? I don’t know… but it’s not me.  I am going to keep it.  You will either love me or you won’t, but the gap is staying.

I am still a goof, but I am going to be happier with myself for keeping the gap.

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Sometimes I have a hard time getting inspired.  If you’ve noticed, I haven’t written for the last two draws. Normally I find my inspiration in my tub, but as of late we aren’t getting along so well.

I think about this alot.  When I was in highschool, I traveled to New Orleans with my school band to play in the Sugar Bowl.  While I was there I met a palm reader in the French Quarter.  He told me a lot about myself.  Some things I already knew like I can keep a secret.  Don’t tell my husband that.. he thinks that is impossible.  I just had to clarify to him… he must first tell me it IS a secret… if he doesn’t want me to talk about it. Otherwise it’s fair game for conversation. 

The palm reader also told me that my hand said I had something to do with water… he didn’t know what but it was very strong.  I was sure that this was right because at the time I wanted to be a Marine Biologist… really who doesn’t at one point in time. So I was sure that is what it meant… apparently it just means I take a lot of baths.

ANYway…we’re not getting along so well. I think I am still bitter about the tub cleaning fiasco… well the last two times I have cleaned the tub I have ruined my shirt. I don’t really think about it… I had on gloves, but I continue to use that soft scrub with bleach… dammit if I don’t get it on my shirt everytime I use it…bleah.

SO… I have remedied this problem… I now clean my tub top-less.  But I am messy, so I still get that stuff on my skin.  Not to mention I have super sensitive skin too… so I break out in this rash.  You would think I fuk’n scrubbed the tub with my boobs or something…. ANYway, I am bitter.. and itchy.

Somehow I managed to write my part of the story on the Blue Doodle… please go check it out - Lost in the Jungle Again.  It has been so much fun, and I am honored to be writing with Dale.  I also have a piece about the 11 secrets we keep from our significant others on my regular page… had some help from Dale with that one too.

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I had so much fun with my Novak interview I have another one coming up with my friend Rob… who’s totally metal and incredibly awesome.  You can still read the Novak interview if you missed it in the feature archives on The Blue Doodle.

I am going to try to do better… I think I am going to start cleaning my tub in a scuba suit or something.

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In the small town I live in, I don’t live in the best of neighborhoods.  Don’t get me wrong it’s not terrible, but it has it faults, just like most do. 

My neighborhood is overrun with kids.  Mine being one of the hooligans that rides his bikes up and down the street not really paying much attention to cars. It’s a great place for kids because there are so many.

I don’t worry about Gabe playing outside, and I don’t worry about leaving my door unlocked during the day, but after this last week… I am a little bit concerned about some of my neighbors.

An old couple used to live across the street from me.  The husband died a year or so ago, but the woman that lived there after his passing was so sweet.  She used to work with my mother when I was in school, so I have known her practically forever.  A few months ago she too passed away.  Her family placed a “for sale” sign on her house and come and go occasionally to check on things.

Earlier this week there were several people over there with a trailer. We figured we were getting new neighbors, so my Dear Husband (DH) went out side to see if we needed to move our car that was parked in the street.  When he eventually came back in, he informed me that the neighbors to the east of that house had been stealing stuff from my deceased friend.

I was immediately pissed off.. .he told me that they have been coming in and out of the house taking things.  They even stole the back door off the house and put it on their own. WTF? They had been over there sooo many times they had worn a path in the yard between the houses.

My neighbor’s family were loading up everything in the house to protect what was left of their mother’s belongings.  They said that they had contacted the police, but were unable to help them…

I can’t believe that someone would steal from a dead person… I just can’t get over that… really pisses me off.

SO, now DH is worried.  We are getting ready to move, and sell our house.  We thought we would wait to put it on the market until we left, but now we are worried that our neighbors might come in and screw stuff up.  I mean, there won’t be much to steal (maybe a stove), but I really don’t want them to take my doors or windows or anything.

I know this isn’t my typical blog, but it’s been on my mind.  What would you do?

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Is it wrong to post a blog for the sake of posting a blog?  I have been out the last week, and am in serious need of blogging.  I have a million things running through my head, but I can’t just pluck one out and roll with it.  What is wrong with me?

I have seriously been questioning my sanity as of late.  What makes a person normal? Is this something I really want?  What if your idea and my idea of normal are two completely opposite things?  Who’s right?  And who’s to say that once the right answer is out there… that it is indeed correct? DAMMIT!!! Where is this shit coming from?  Is this just me reaching to make a blog out of nothing?… hmn.

SO.. I have been in Phoenix looking for a humble abode.  There has been many nice, decent, and liveable places crossing my path.  Other than that… nothing too exciting happened while I was gone.  I picked up a couple of books at Borders - one I have actually started to read, and am almost finished with… American Psycho.  I am waiting to watch this movie with an AWESOME friend… someday, so I thought I would read the book.  Pope said it was good… and I was in the market for a good read. I also picked up William S. Burroughs Naked Lunch… one of my ALL time favorite movies.  I haven’t read the book and am excited to crack it open.  You wonder why I am making such a big deal about a book… well with kids you are lucky if you get time to go to the bathroom alone… let alone read something… other than myspacing between running about the house chasing after some crazy kid(s)… so YEAH it’s a BIG deal.

It’s great to be back.  I missed a lot of good reading here. I read a couple of my favorites; I am sorry if I missed yours.  I will try to catch up - but no promises. I missed you all soooo much, and am so glad to be back home.

I am going to post… hopefully tomorrow, my latest draw.  If you’re in the Green Room you can check that bulletin and get busy.

I can’t wait to get back to normal… or just being me.
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I remember mine, like it was yesterday.  It was well thought and planned out… I think I even made a list.  I wanted everything to be perfect.  I knew it was going to special, and something I wanted to remember forever.

When the time came, I tried to relax, but it was still so uncomfortable, not like the “second nature” I was so sure it would be to me. I was awkward, I won’t lie.  I was nieve to think that it would be AWESOME the first time. 

It wasn’t until maybe the 5th or 6th when it started getting easier… and I liked it.  I couldn’t get enough of it.  All I could think about is who was next, and where it would be.  I was trying this and that, and hoping to get more of a response from friends.  Eventually my numbers climbed and I would like to say… maybe I am getting good at it.

Not quite the master I so long for… I guess that comes with more practice.  I have been practicing alot solo.  I think about it on the way to the store, driving down the road, talking on the phone, and even when I am in the act - I am planning my next go-round.  I can’t help it… I think I am addicted.

When was the first time YOU blogged?

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I can only use this excuse for so long before people label me as a liar.  The truth is, I have been medicated since Thursday morning, and I am not sure how much longer I will continue taking these damn pain pills.  I made a decision to alter part of me, all in the name of vanity.

We all do things to try to better our appearance.  We buy clothes, we cut our hair, girls wear make-up, guys do whatever it is they do… all to appeal to the opposite sex (or sometimes the same sex… your call).  The media has implanted this idea of “beautiful” into our heads, and like starving pigs we eat that shit up.

My whole life I have hated something about myself, and I am sure you too are guilty of not liking something about you.  And when I sit down and think about it… it’s really not that big of a deal.  I mean there are many things I could change about myself… I could lose weight, would love to have bigger breasts.. lifted, tucked, and sucked away.  I have been super self conscious about this small gap between my top teeth.  It’s not even very large, it’s just something that has bothered me as long as I can remember.  So I decided I would like to go ahead and get braces to help close the gap.

My son has brakets on his front teeth and they came together so nicely; I was extremely jealous… so I talked to the dentist and decided that he could do that to mine as well.  The first step to this process required me to have a fernectomy… which is to remove the muscle that hold the lip to the gums

Thursday morning, bright and fucking early, I go to the dentist office and they hook me up to the gas… thank GAWD.  I was already a nervous wreck.  It’s funny, the whole time I was under the gas, I was thinking about blogging, but damn if I can remember any of the enlightening thoughts I had now.

I get a few shots to deaden my FACE and they get to work.  When finished, the doctor explains that I will probably be sore, because it they had to go a bit deeper, etc.  So they give me some antibiotic, 800 milligram ibuprofin, and a  script for something for pain.  They also decided to give me a shot of an antiflammatory before I left the office.  As soon as it hit me… the novacaine immediately wore off.  I decided I needed those pain pills so I drove to the store before going to retrieve the kids from my sisters.

Waiting for the pharmacy to fill my script my eyes start to water… it feels like someone has punched me in the nose… and my fucking lip is just dripping blood.  I have some tissue from the dentist office, and I keep blotting my lip… I look like a freakshow.

ANYway, to make a long story short… I am still sore.  Everytime I wake up my lips is swollen and throbbing.  I have like 8 to 10 stitches in my lip, but they can’t sew up my gums.  They removed the muscle all the way down from between my two front teeth.. so there is this gapping slit that looks so incredibly nasty.. bleah.

So yeah, I am still sore, and incredibly medicated.  It sucks that I am stuck in the house cause I am not suppose to drive, and I am not motivated to do anything but sit here and stare at my computer screen.  I am reading few blogs, and my comments are really sucking… so please try to overlook them, and just know I will try to reread these again… cause I am sure I don’t remember much of them.

I am behind on my subscriptions.  Everytime I sit down to read blogs my eyes glaze over.  I would love to have them read to me… but I can’t seem to get anyone to do so.  I promise to be back to my old self soon.  I have drawn from the jar, but I am still thinking about my post.  If you are interested message me and I will send it to you.

Just message me anyway… cause I am sitting here waiting for messages… that’s about all I am able to do.. I am kind of afraid to post this blog, may have to go and delete it later.  I don’t feel like rereading it or proofing it… so I apologize for any nonsense herein… and hope you will forgive me.

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I know I posted a blog a while back about work being for SUKKAs… I totally lied.  I would be so willing to trade places with any of you SUKKAs, right now.

I have had a job since the day after my sixteenth birthday, against my mother’s wishes.  I have worked non-stop since then, only quitting a job when I had another lined up.  I wouldn’t even move out of state unless I already had a job waiting for me. 

SO.. making a long story short, I have misled you.  I only totally quit my job a couple of months ago to stay home with kiddo #2 and homeschool kiddo #1.  I had never had the option to stay home before.. I always worked, so I was kind of excited about it… sure.. who wouldn’t want to stay home all day.  OH GAWD!  What was I thinking?

After I had kiddo #1… I immediately went back to work.. he was nine days old, and a few months later I went back to school too… so I worked full time and went to school full time… yeah no big deal.  I maintained a 4.0 GPA and still had all my nerves in tact.  I am not sure what happened after kiddo #2.

SO.. why am I homeschooling you ask… good question.  I am one crazy FUCKO!  Serious though my kid is a genius, he’s just not willing to conform to a classroom setting.  I was getting calls everyday from the school telling me how “awful” my kid was.  He was dong just average kid stuff… I was even asked to come and sit with him a day to observe his behavior.  I think the teacher thought it was a punishment.  What she didn’t understand is he still thinks I’m cool… he hasn’t got to that stage where I can embarass him.  I got to sit next to him all day in class.. we went to lunch together… he was in heaven.

Aside his teacher had real concerns for him, and I liked her.. I really did.  She didn’t think we should medicate him due to the fact he wasn’t struggling with his work, and made exceptional marks.  The principal on the other hand was another story.  When I visited with her she immediately asked if I had talked to my doctor about medicating him… and I had.  I want to state up front that I don’t believe in medicating children… producing mindless drones is not my idea of education - to make it easier on the teacher.  I did speak with my doctor about it.. because I knew it was going to come up in school, and she didn’t think I should.  She told me he was bored, and he would grow out of it; that is the information I relayed to the principal.  She was floored that my doctor would say such a thing.  OK.. I was irritated, but that wasn’t why I took him out of public school.

It’s the Friday before Thanksgiving last year and I get a call about 2:50.  I had just gotten the baby to sleep and it’s the fucking principal.  She tells me that she had swatted him earlier for not following directions, and usually when she spanks a kid they are good for the rest of the day, but not my son.. .he was already giving the teacher problems.  Then here comes the question:

“Tomara, I know we talked about medication; is he currently taking any?” I informed her he definitely was not, and then she asked me in the most hateful of voices, “Is he SUPPOSE to be?”  I again explained that no he was not and agreed to come and get him.  So I woke up the little one and drove to the school… they get out at 20 after 3… so I get to get him out of school early.  The whole while I’m driving there I am thinking, yeah what a punishment… what can I do tomorrow to get mom to pick me up before lunch.

I sign him out, I am so angry I just feel my ears red hot and I can’t say a word.. just get my kid and go.  In the truck, I lay into him:

“Gabe, what did you do this morning?” I am trying to keep my cool

“I was working in my blue folder…” we’ve had this problem before so I ask the same questions: if this is a test, something that is timed, etc. He says, “No, this is something we do together as a class… and I didn’t want to do it together.  I wanted to do it by myself.”

FUCK!! You swat my kid for working independently… any other day he would be in trouble for disrupting the class… let him do the whole fucking book if he will stay quiet.

So, that, was the icing on the cake for me. I took him out the following Monday.  Wrote letters to the teacher, principal, counselor, and the head of the board.  Attached were a list of side effects for threre cure-all for my son’s “problem”.

OH there is more why I wish so badly to go back to work.. .but I will post it later.  I don’t want this to be too long and bore you tears.

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Well those that know me.. may have noticed I wasn’t online much last night. Well the early evening anyway.  I was working.  Holy shit!! I know.  I always say, “Work is for SUKKAs!” and it is OH SO true.  I wouldn’t really consider it working… more like helping someone out for some extra cash… so work is still for SUKKAs…seriously.

You may all think I am extremely lazy… no job.  I am living it up!  Yeah, myspacing it during the day… awesome superHero at night.  Notice the glasses; typical superhero disguise. Oh yeah, myspacing it at night too.  I’m an addict, I will admit.  DAMN YOU ALANA!!! DAMN YOU TO HELL!!!

ANYway, I wasn’t always the outstanding citizen you know and love today.  I use to work all the time… I know it’s hard to believe.  I have worked a strange array of jobs also… I am a Jack of All Trades.  I want to talk about one very lame job in particular so I can give you an idea about how my work night went last night:

I moved back to Oklahoma in ‘97, mainly because I was pregnant and wanted to be close to family and I really wanted to go back to school ( I don’t know why).  At that time I was working for a law firm in Denver, Colorado… mainly doing their billing, but also lame office stuff. I loaded my car up with my finest possesions (cds, comics, and a sugar glider named Francis) and drove the 12  hours home… alone.  I left my son’s dad, for various reasons.  We had been together for quite some time (we moved to CO from OKC… BIG mistake), but we definitely didn’t have the same views on having a kid.  There is no way I would marry him after that.. I firmly believe in NOT marrying someone JUST because you’re pregnant.  I would actually drop off the face of the planet before I would do such a thing. ANYway… I drive home, and my mom is assistant manager at this steak house in Elk and makes me go to work for her.  Oh yeah.. so much fun.  I worked there 7 years… haha. I also lived with her… and I don’t EVER suggest moving BACK in with your parents after you have tasted the freedom of living on your own.  It’s like living in a mental hospital without the good drugs.

I did everything in the restaurant… line, waitstaff, food prep, grill cook…  I get bored easily so I had to change it up.  The best, and of course where I made the most money, was waiting tables.  I will brag and say I am good at it.  I can kiss some major ass, and that makes a good waitress. AND I can be nice to anyone… I am so damn friendily; I can’t even help it.  You know you like me… haha you do don’t you? HAHA… told you I am good like that!

So… yeah I waited tables… at a steak house.  With Elk City’s finest citizens coming in to take advantage of the all-you-can-eat-buffet.  Not my finest moments.  You get used to taking shit from so many people, and when you have a fucked up name like mine you take MORE than everyone else.  I have heard all the jokes… everynight.  People think they are so fucking witty when they can come up with that shit… I just laugh it off.. “Yes, my sister, Yesterday, is at home”… whatever. I made great money, but I had to work my ass off for it.  You put up with people’s shitty attitudes, those looking to get something for nothing, and those people who actually smell like ASS.  My most favorite are the people who think they are so much better than you, and it’s usually the women… imagine that… catty bitches.

I would try not to let that shit get to me.  I don’t care what your husband does for a living, how much money you have, or how awesome you think YOU are.  I know for a fact that I am probably more educated and definitely a better person…

SO last night… I am really not sure what I am doing.  My aunt called me a week or two ago and asked me if I would want to help her out.. something about making burgers and cleaning up at this party. I said sure.  I really needed to get out of the house and making some extra cash… support my porn addiction. SO, yesterday we load up and drive to this place in the middle of nowhere, western Oklahoma.  We arrive and it’s a 50 year highschool reunion dinner for a small town. The woman in charge of the whole thing is the wife of the assistant DA.  He used to be either a congressman or a representative for the area… I can’t really remember.  His ex wife (now deceased) was one of my 6th grade teachers.  His NEW wife is something else. We get there… she calls me Laura… yeah I am a fast talker I guess she got confused. She points, barks, and we jump.  All evening I am taking orders like a fucking dog… it really started to wear on me. OK maybe she was better than me… she was an attorney, and I am not.  She has lots of money… and of course I don’t.  Her husband is awesome, super nice, and charming.  WTF was he thinking?

The whole time I am there smiling and walking the motions… I am thinking about why I quit at the steak house when I finished school, and how I could let this happen again. A mindless drone, smiling and nodding pretending to be interested in people’s uninteresting lives.  I need something else.

I am open to suggestions here.  I always wanted to be a rockstar, actually I play one in the shower… I can play a badASS triangle. FUCK IT!!! Work is still for SUKKAs

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I spent over an hour working on this damn picture blog… and I hit something on my laptop and lost it all… DAMMIT!!!

Back to square one.  This last week in Oklahoma, they passed a law legalizing tattooing.  We are the very last state to do that, and I blame it all for being smack dab in the middle of the bible belt.  Our elders will probably blame this on the lottery turning everyone into gamblers… and then the porn (wich is still illegal, soft-core is ok) we must have gotten from Texas.

I love tattoos… I think inked skin is SUPER sexy, and I would cover myself head-to-toe if I thought I could get away with it.  Sadly, I have strategically placed my tattoos in coverable postitions throughout my body… and no they aren’t on any too private of parts to show (if there is such a thing).

So, I thought I would try a picture blog… my first, and give you a chance to appreciate them as much as I do.  Each tattoo that I have has a special meaning to me, and all are just black… so your not going to see anything too exciting here.. just a bit O’skin and a lil’ ink.

This is my first tattoo.  I got it when I was 19 years old, before I started college… I was planning to go into anthropology/archaeology and this was a true love of my life… Egyptology.  This is the eye of Horus, the son of the Egyptian god Osiris and sister/wife Isis… now I could go on about this all day, but basically it guard against the evil eye, if you will.  I had it inked in Arlington Texas, and I can’t even remember the name of the place.  I had it picked out waaaay in advance, but it was originally suppose to be placed on my back, right shoulder blade.  Since it almost cost double to get it there… I opted for the inside of my left forearm.  When I walk, it looks as though I have an eye on the back of my arm… watching my back.

Next is my Winged Horus.  This was placed over the entrance of buildings in ancient Egypt to keep out evil.

I was 22 when I got this, in Denver Colorado.  It was a mother’s day present from my son’s father (I know that sounds so lame).  A chick actually inked it, I think her name was Alisha.  I was just siiting on her table with my shirt over my head… she went over it like 3 times, and it really stung right there over my spine.  When she would lift the needle off my back my leg would kick out… it was so embarassing.

Number 3 I got in Amarillo Texas.  It’s a little over 2 hours from my house, and I went with my BFF at the time Roy.  I told, Scott, my tattoo dude, that I wanted an ivy, and he free handed it for me.  I didn’t want flowers, and I didn’t want color, and I was really pleased with how pretty it was.  It’s about 2 to 3 inches from my left ankle. Roy told me it was about time I started acting girlie… WTF does that mean?.. bleah

Number 4 could easily be my favorite, and I have several pictures I want to post of it.  Thanks to Gabe for taking the ones so far… he’s not too bad for 8, and he thinks my tattoos are supercool, and he also thinks I’m awesome (haha).

Here I am under the gun…yeah don’t let the smile fool you.  You’d be surprised all the nerves on the inside of your arm… I actually had shooting pains into my other shoulder from that.

here I’m just taking a break… Scott’s a fucking smoker.. bleah.

this is the day after and it’s still a bit swollen.

I really loved this one, but I kind of screwed it up a bit.  It was the winter months here, and I did my best to keep it well gooped.  I was living with my mom at the time, and her house is really old, and it is heated by a floor furnace downstairs.  I slept upstairs with lots of blankets and plenty layers.  The second night home, I gooped my new tat up better than usual, and then layered thermal underwear under a sweatshirt.  When I woke up in the morning, my thermals were stuck to my newly inked skin.  I had to soak in the tub to help unstick it.  When I finally got the thermals off, a couple layers of flesh came off with it.  So… it got a bit infected and I have a bit of scarring, but it’s not too bad.. just on the front of my arm.  I will get it touched up one day.

So… Last one

Me and my sister made another trip to Amarillo to get this chinese symbol for “sister” on the back of our necks.  Scott again did it, and we were in and out of there really fast.  We then stopped at the Big Texan to try our luck at a free 72 oz steak, but we were chickenshit… and didn’t dare try to order it.

I didn’t get the facial tats from a shop.. some cosmetologist lady did it here, before she got in trouble for prescription meds (I think)… my eyeliner is my favorite, but the lip liner is really light, and hardly noticeable.

SO… there you have it.  I can’t get a tattoo in Oklahoma until November I think, but I have to get one… it’s only right.  Anyone want to come up and get one too? We could blog about it

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Well today is my 2nd year anniversary… not much to brag about.  It does however bring back memories of times when I actually TRIED to win him over.  One especially sticks out:

After splitting with my ex,  father of my ROCKIN’ son, I gradually entered back into the world of being single.  The world that would keep me up in the middle of the night wishing I was dead.  Laying on the bathroom floor, somewhat disgusted, but too sick to care, as my head lay on the toilet seat.  Don’t tell me you haven’t been there… At this time in my life, My one year old and I are living with my mother.  She works a lot and is gone most evenings, so I thought I would take advantage of this one evening and fix dinner for my awesome beau.  Of course I want to put on a show, impress him.  I have a nice dinner all laid out.  I can’t really remember what we had since this has been about 7 years ago, but at the time I was reading a lot of cooking magazines and trying fancy dishes.

So, he arrived, and I made the finishing touches on the nights menu.  My son just ran about all crazy like.  He’s good at that.  I had fed him before my date arrived, so he was charged and ready to go. 

We started dinner with some light conversation.  Of course, I was trying to win him over with charm (haha @ that).  My son was off in the house being very quiet which in itself is an omen.  Quiet = trouble with him.  He has managed to prove this on multiple occasions.  Once almost totally covering my TV with nail polish.  This was a remarkable feat, for he somehow managed not to touch any other object in the room with the “fire engine red” paint.  Another time, he covered his entire bedroom with baby powder, emptied all the drawers in his dresser, pulled off his loaded diaper, and was running about the room like some butt-naked powdered donut.  To this very day I have the same problem… and he is 8.  You would think he would grow out of it.

ANYway, where was I — dinner, missing kid… oh yeah conversation.  This guy is so cute, and I was nervous with butterflies and everything.  In comes kiddo, stage left, walking rather awkwardly with something in his mouth.  OH CRAP!  I jump up running like crazy, now he thinks it’s a game… and the stinker is fast. SO —  I am chasing this little guy around my house, who cares what my date is doing, to try to grab this THING out of my son’s mouth. I wrestle him to the floor and pry his little mouth off… wait for it… here it comes….
the applicator to my mom’s reusable rubber douche bag.

I’m dying, my face is beet red… somehow while I was entertaining my guest, my son rummaged through the drawers in my mother’s room, and thought this looked like something good to put in his mouth.  DISGUSTING!! I put it away and went and brushed my son’s teeth….bleah.

Where’s my date?  Oh yeah, he’s sitting at the table.  I am sure he is thinking of some way to make sense of the wirlwind that just took place.  I guess the night was successful… I did put on a show afterall.

To my chagrin, he had no clue as to what the BIG deal was.  He didn’t even see anything in kiddo’s mouth. Thank GOD!  He must have just thought I freak out whenever I have company. You know I am not sure if he even knows today what happened that night.  He will if he reads this blog.

So children, the moral of this story:  Your kids are going to embarass you the rest of your lives, so you might as well get used to it.

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