I'm ready for my close-up!

I think I was on the news tonight. I recorded so I can watch it (I just got home). Monday I went to a meeting that is of particular interest to the public and I was interviewed by a reporter. I am hopeful I sound smart, not stupid. I got nervous and I couldn't help it! We can hope for the best.
I am so excited about The Burn. We bought our tickets to Burning Man last week. It is going to be our first time and we are going with a a dear friend. Hubby sees this as a chance to get in shape. All I can think about is all the penises I am going to see. OMG, I can't wait. I'm considering bring body paint and going nude...at least once. I will need to make sure I am nicely groomed for that week. Let the fun begin. :)

Blog For Choice 2007

Today is Blog For Choice Day! What an exciting day! Last time I blogged for choice it was very different then today. I am changed this year. I have had an experience that has changed everything, but not in the way I thought it would. Funny how that goes. I used to think about nest building all the time, but now I talk about it. I am sorry that wasn't ready last summer. My body was. Now I wonder have I hindered my chances? How have I changed them? I have read the statistics and they aren't totally in my favor. All things to consider in the next few years, as I continue my nest building.

Fuck the the government that thinks they will ever come between Hubby and I. It was our decision and it was the right one for us! I blog for choice today because I have to. This is a right that needs to exist for women everywhere.

Take Home Chef

God, I love that show. It's on TLC. Adorable Curtis the gourmet British chef finds you in the grocery store, buys your groceries, escorts you home in YOUR car, and makes you and a special person dinner. YUM! By the way, Curtis is ever so YUMMY! Last night, Hubby and I were cuddling on the couch and Take Home Chef came on. I confessed that this show is the only reason I look nice when I go the store. So Hubby started thinking. I have a messy car and a messy house often. Hubby pointed out that Curtis would be riding in my car. DO I really want him to see that mess? Then, he pointed out that Curtis would come in my messy house. Do I really want him to see a messy house. Well, Curtis and everybody watching TV in America!
Shit.
The answer is no of course I don't want him to see that mess. I hate it when Hubby finds ways to help me clean up after myself.

Parenting

I had a moment today when I actually imagined myself as a future parent. I don't play favorites, but this one little monkey is just too much fun. We haven't seen him in a few days as he has been sick, but he returned today. He came to the door with his big smile (and a hug--aah, so sweet). I told him we missed him terribly. I mentioned the room has been quiet (he is a noise maker). He smiled and giggled and told me he missed ME terribly and he couldn't wait to get to school today. He wanted to know what book I started reading. Then he was sad to hear that he missed the first 2 chapters of Bunnicula. (I promised I would help him catch up.) He also wondered about his new word study group. He told me he spent the weekend on the couch with a fever watching TV and reading. We chatted about the books he read. I lectured him for picking "too easy" books, but then I relented because he had been sick...He smiled. "Mrs," he said, "Now that I feel better, don't worry I am back to working hard." All day he hung a little closer then usual. We were testing today, but he didn't care because he got to be at school, learning, with us! There are days when I am reminded why I teach. This little monkey reminded me today. At recess Monkey and I chatted about what he could be when he grows up. He asked for my input. I told him that he would make a great engineer or architect and then I explained why I thought that. He agreed that those were good choices and he told me he "trusts my judgements." He decided he would go home and discuss his options with his parents tonight. Seriously, he made my heart melt. Kids can be so wonderful.
These are the moments that I realize what a joke No Child Left Behind Is. This monkey will learn and do fine in school. In many ways he seems average, but I challenge him. I set the bar high and he exceeds expectations everyday because he is engaged. I wish that every kid could have this type of experience at school.
I think I would be a great mom. I am nest-building. Don't get too excited because it isn't happening anytime soon--I still get the puke urge when I really think about it.

Wonderings

If this grosses you out...LEAVE. I wonder how many women have a lot of sex while they are on their periods? This last week I have been hormonal with many mood swings AND I was on my period. I am thankful each month for getting my period (for obvious reasons), but at the same time...I fucking hate it. Hubby isn't home to service me and I am feeling, well, quite horny actually. A few nights ago I was looking for something innocent in The Drawer and I accidently turned on the blue, pearly one. God that thing can be noisy. Hubby couldn't stop laughing when the whole drawer was vibrating and making loud noises that I couldn't shut off to save my life.

Relations

I am so excited for a dear friend I will call Frisky Sailor. Frisky is getting more confident and daring and did a great job cruising! Quick and satisfying sex with a stranger is what Frisky did recently. Frisky...I want your life. This event in Frisky's life has got me thinking about the escapades I have had. You know what...I haven't had sex with a stranger. That is so unfair! Now listen up lurkers I love Hubby deeply and I don't plan on cheating, at least not without permission. Which brings me to another thought. Last weekend I watched a Zach Braff (LOVE HIM)movie that involves love, turning 30, and cheating on your lover. I think maybe I am unlike most other girls. I really felt differently then the girl that played opposite Zach (we are on a first name basis, you know) about cheating. If Hubby wants to have sex with another...fine, JUST TELL ME...I might want to be there. What the hell is the big deal? I am more concerned about being in THE KNOW. He is going to come home to me no matter how good it is (and probably do it again).
Cheers, Frisky.
I am so fucking proud of you!

Toast Life and Babies

That's what I was thinking last night. I stopped at our lovely Food Lion for my grocery shopping. Noisy shoppers were probably confused because I had a wedding ring on, but everything in my cart screamed SINGLE. I had a bottle of wine, fried chicken, pie, and some fruit. I lost all credibility when I checked out. As 20 something scanned my purchases he asked me for my ID. Well, I had a long, dumb day as usual and I wasn't really paying attention to what he said. (I thought he asked if I had my value card with me.) So I said, "No." Well he said something and then his manager came over and politely, but condescendingly explained that they are required to card me. DUH! I pulled out my ID and with my annoying tone said, "I know that. Here is my ID." Then there was this ackward silence after that as he finished scanning my crap (I am sure they all thought I was totally crazy!) The 5 customers behind me were looking at me funny too, only I didn't know why. Suddenly, I realized the whole misunderstanding and I found myself laughing loudly. I quickly explained and they all smiled and laughed, but I am sure they all thought I was an idiot. The whole way home I was so excited to crack open that bottle of wine and have a drink, or two, or three. Then I started thinking...isn't that what alcoholics do?
Shit!
So I didn't even open that fucking bottle of wine. Can you be an alcoholic if you don't drink often, but have the thoughts I have shared? I don't drink too often (I average a drink or two every couple of weeks, unless I am on vacation in which case I will probably have a drink each night at dinner), but I don't know,this is getting interesting.
In other news...
I found out from my coworker that I am prego! Southern Belle (a dear friend at work) pulled me aside today and jokingly (but a little serious) said, "I thought we were friends." I smiled, wondering where she was going with her comment. Then she told me she was talking to someone else about a busy monkey in my room. They were both feeling sorry for me (because I chase her around all fucking day). That is when Innocent Gossiper (I really do like the person Belle was talking to and I think she thought my "pregnancy" was public knowledge.) said, "And she's pregnant too, she must be so tired." OMG, Southern Belle thought. Why does Innocent Gossiper know that and I don't? She told me she figured it had to be untrue because she knows my view on being prego right now--PUKE. I promised her it was untrue and told her to quickly spread the new rumor. In return, she promised me that I don't look prego--that, of course, was my next worry.
Maybe I'll do some crunches before bed tonight.