I adore my son - that’s plainly obvious. I’ve even been accused of putting him on a pedestal. Can you blame me? He seriously rocks.

But, know who else rocks? My silent-but-deadly daughter…

While the men in the house prefer Led Zeppelin, AC/DC, Black Sabbath, etc. The girls prefer whatever suits their whim at the moment. That might very well include Bowling For Soup, Soul Coughing, Avril Lavigne, Nickelback, Frank Sinatra, Harry Connick Jr., Amy Grant, The Carpenters, Bing Crosby, Rick Springfield, Frankie Valli… you get the point.

So, after Kate mentioned to me that she liked Rick Springfield (women my age and older are beginning to swoon at the very sound of the name, I know) specifically, Jesse’s Girl - I just knew that she would appreciate the music that I listened to at her age!

Including, but not limited to:

Don’t Forget Me When I’m Gone - Glass Tiger
Take On Me - Aha
Footloose - Kenny Loggins
Let’s Hear It For The Boy - Daniece Williams (Footloose Soundtrack)
I Just Died In Your Arms Tonight - Glass Tiger
Breakout - Swing Out Sister
Don’t Wanna Fall In Love - Jane Child
Catch Me I’m Falling - Pretty Poison
Head Over Heels - Tears For Fears
Everybody Wants To Rule The World - Tears For Fears
Policy of Truth - Depeche Mode
Waiting For A Star To Fall - Boy Meets Girl

Guess what? She does! And, they are all on her iPod right now!

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And, over $3,000.00 has been raised to help NYCWD - if you can, help us out because it all ends this Sunday so Avitable can get the funds to him. I’m still so impressed and proud of this community let’s give it one more push for the weekend, please?

:evil: alright boys don’t get your hopes up!

(and you know who you are)

Bits and pieces…

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Kate set a glass of iced tea on my desk and attempted to take away my 3rd cup of coffee which was now cold. I snatched the mug back and downed the coffee.

Kate: You are even weirder than I thought.

Me: I need all the caffeine I can get. You don’t think this level of perky happens naturally do you?

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Ethan: You won’t believe what happened last night.

Me: What?

Ethan: I got into Evan’s car and he had music playing… it was “Take On Me” by Aha!

Me: Ha! That’s COOL!

Ethan: Uh, sure, except that he and Adrian knew all the words and sang the entire thing.

:lmao:

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Speaking of Ethan - he went to the movies the other night with Adrian, Evan, and a few other guys. It seems that Adrian’s girlfriend of over a year dumped him and he was depressed and needed some guy time.

The boys lined up at the ticket booth to purchase tickets and Adrian purchased his first. Each guy, in turn, simply said - “One more…” to indicate he wanted to purchase the same thing that Adrian purchased.

Upon entering the theater they glanced at their tickets and instead of seeing “Evan Almighty” Adrian had elected to see “Knocked Up!”

That’s right, my son sat through a semi-chick flick / semi-date movie with 4 other boys.

:lmao:

In some circles it might be said that I’ve finally made it!

In others it might be said that nothing crude or offensive should ever be put into print. And, to those people I say - “Go forth and burnest thou books.”

Writing isn’t always pretty and everyone’s writing isn’t for, well, everyone. Some of you like what I write and you continue coming back - others don’t, haven’t, or whatever and that’s fine too. I don’t write to please the masses (wait, yes, I do because I write for comments and blatant self-gratification) - I just write.

I’m not always going to be the blogging version of Doris Day or even Erma Bombeck. Sure I’ve had my moments and even a gem of a post or two - but toward the end of one such post I referred to our now past hamster as having a fat little ass or something to that effect… while many thought it was funny, there are a few who found that little nugget to be the pit in the cherry.

Let’s not get into the implied nipple erections that were mentioned in a previous post. After all, I suppose in writing I should appear as if I have little white gloves on, a little black patent leather purse, and my lovely “going to church on Sunday” hat on at all times. And one should never, ever appear to enjoy sex or like it - even a little. After all, happily married women don’t DO that sort of thing.

“…But, your blog is a reflection of you.”

Yes, quite, yet it is only one facet of my personality and there are some people who think that compared to my usual opinionated and crass communication skills - this blog is quite tame.

“But what if your children’s friends or their parents SEE it?”

One, I hope my children are not hanging around with other kids whose parents WOULD be offended. Although I suspect that there might be one or two in the bunch who MIGHT be. Still, if you take all of my posts to be a complete picture of who I am - then you are missing out. And, further more, “fuck ‘em if they can’t take a joke.”

Two, for God’s sake, many of my posts are NOT family friendly NOR do I claim that they are. That is what parental control software is for and, well, hand’s on parenting too. Not to mention that little red X in the corner… it’s good for when you see or read something you don’t want to. Click click… please - be my guest.

And, after ALL of the crude and offensive things I’ve posted I’m still only rated:

So I guess I’m not that bad, now am I?

I know, I know, guilt by association, after all, I hang out with a woman who would probably have sex for a backstage pass to a Prince concert (or a pair of manolo blahniks for that matter) and a guy who eats frozen dairy products with Hitler.

I can honestly say that I would not have sex for Prince tickets and I’m not fond of Hitler or chocolate peanut butter ice cream.

I put my sexuality to good use because: a) I like it and b) if my husband is happy he tends to ignore my shopping habits.

So, anyway, from now on, I repent my evil blogging ways. I will only discuss the weather and my health. Not necessarily in that order. Occasionally, I might give an etiquette tip or two. For example, I want to give you this diagram of the proper utensil placement:

(where the FUCK is that damn graphic of the duckfucking utensil placement!!!!!)

Shit, damn, hell, fuck!!!!

Ok, well we see how long that lasted.

:whistle:

I want you to know that $2000.00 and COUNTING has been raised for the Puppy Monster Memorial started by Adam Avitable. You may recall that we are “selling” graphics that echo our sentiments and our support for NYC Watchdawg.

While there are only 4 graphics, they are only $5 each - and quite frankly, if you want to give more than that you can do so simply by adjusting the quantity in increments of $5 at the PayPal order page. And, no, you don’t have to download $50 worth of graphics. Donate $5 or $50 and only download one if you’d like or… don’t download the graphic at all. It’s a PayPal stipulation that an entity must be “selling” something in order to accept funds.

Adam said it best, but it’s true, we can’t buy away his pain and grief, God knows we all wish we could. But, if we can make it easier to just pay a few bills or cushion funeral expenses - that has to bring a little relief, right? So, I ask you, please donate something if you can spare it all the donations of “only” $5 are adding up so quickly.

Remember, we are talking about Watchdawg’s only child, his son. Give a little… please.

As a parent and as a human being who has lost loved ones, I have no problem identifying and imagining the depth of pain this poor man is in. My heart aches for him and my children are probably getting sick of me telling them, “I love you.” every time they enter a room, but all I can do is think of the parent out there who can no longer do this and probably wishes that he still could.

I’ve said it before and I will say it again - I’ve never been so proud to be part of this community as I have been over the past few days. Within an hour of putting up that link we had nearly $200… and the word just kept spreading. To all of you who gave or visited Watchdawg’s site to send your wishes, thoughts, and prayers… thank you. From the bottom of my heart, thank you.

Please continue to spread the word, share the link, post to your MySpace, message boards, anything. It’s a grass roots movement but it is working… don’t stop now.

Miss Britt posted an awesome bulletin at MySpace and I know she won’t care if you borrow it:

SUBJECT: A Little Boy Died

BODY:

There is no other way to say that.

A friend of ours, NYCWD, lost his 5 year old son Thursday in a drowning accident. There are no words.

This is what happened:
http://www.apileofdogbones.com/index.php/site/hiatus/

This is how you can help:
http://www.avitable.com/2007/06/22/for-dawg/

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Spread the word.

No one can say this better than the Avitable:

As of the time of this post $1600 and counting has been raised. To all of those who have given, posted, linked, or even just sent well-wishes to NYCWD - Thank you, thank you, thank you.

No amount of money could ease the pain and sorrow - and it seems improper to consider that there will be expenses involved at a time like this, unfortunately, that is exactly the case and at the very least we can help to alleviate a little financial stress.

Yesterday, I sent an email to my friends and family here where I live. I don’t care for the term “in real life” because we have all proven that the blogosphere is real life and a true community that can pull together in moments to help one of our own. Differences were cast aside yesterday and people pulled together in a way that many communities can’t, won’t, or just don’t. It was very moving for me personally. I wanted to share that email with you because I am so proud of you, my friends, my acquaintances, and my fellow bloggers.

“I know there are times when you question my relationships with people I’ve never met face-to-face. I know that to some blogging seems like it might be a silly, geeky, hobby.

But today, I just want you to take a moment to see what it is really all about. I’m proud, so proud of the people I call friends. This community I belong to has pulled together to do something wonderful for someone who has experienced a tragedy that no one should ever have to endure. When we found out, everyone “looked” at each other and said, “What can we do? How do we ease this pain in some way?”

Then we just… did what we do. We blogged… and the news spread like wildfire. And now, my heart aches, my head aches, the tears come and go, but at least we tried to reach out in any way that we could. And now, I want you to see and somewhat experience these wonderful people, will you do that for me?

This is the website / blog of a blogger that we call Dawg, aka New York City Watchdog

And this, is the website of my dear friend, Adam Avitable, who launched us all into action with this post.

If you read through those comments and you click on the links of the blogs that belong to the commenters, you will find that people are coming out of the woodwork to support this man in his moment of crisis. You will find that many, many bloggers posted twice in the same day, just to show support. And, many, many more gave of their own pockets.

It’s a beautiful ray of hope and a beacon of light, in an otherwise very dark moment.

Please send your thoughts and prayers.”

or how well you do or don’t know someone. We can all relate to this. Please, please, stop what you are doing and go over and send some goodwill and love to NYCWD, no one should ever have to endure this. Ever.

UPDATE!!!

We can’t be there to hug him, and we can’t be there to support him physically, but we can show how the blog world can come together and help someone who needs it.

Paypal has restrictions on allowing anyone to accept donations, so we can’t take donations. However, in order to help Dawg with the situation, we are going to “sell” something that will give us revenue to send to him as a gift.

Go here for more information, please! Thank you.

I got my postcard from Avi!!! Oh how I him!!!

Click on them to make them… uh, bigger. (How many men wish that a click is all it would take, I wonder?)

Other Funny Stuff…

Ethan went out with the guys last night…

AND RAN SIX MILES.

Teenagers these days… pfft.

So anyway, they went to Taco Bell and then came home and asked if I would order pizza, which I did. Ethan ate half of a large pizza (not sure where he puts it, the kid is a beanpole) and then began to groan… and not in a good way.

Me: What’s wrong?

Ethan: Auuugh… my stomach… aughhh… I… mixed… cultures!!!!

It’s been a rough week… so far. A rouuuuuughhhhh week.

So, I’ve been a little depressed and frustrated. But, it’s important to me that you know that I’m no different than the rest of you when I get depressed and frustrated.

For example when I’m depressed I like to:

* Drink

* Make fun of random people at the mall.

* Call Britt to tell her about the ugly and strangely dressed mall people.

* Drink

* Kick small children and animals.

* Have violent sex.

* Did I mention drink?

* Set fire to random mailboxes

* Say things like, “…yes, well, it’s like a razor blade running up your ass crack.”

* More sex (and drinking)

* Drive around bad neighborhoods with a can of spray paint and critique local graffiti

* Drown my sorrows with tequila, lime, and salt (different than just plain old drinking)

* Pass out cold while watching Duck Dodgers.

I want to preface this by saying that I our next door neighbors. They are very, very NICE. Absolutely PERFECT neighbors. And, I am NOT just saying that because she is one of my friends on MySpace - honest!

Every night - usually late, Mike and I trip on out to the deck and have a drink (or several) and try to unwind. The thing is, our deck is on the second story off of our bedroom, and sometimes you can feel a little like odd sitting out there when you can easily see into your neighbors backyards. So, if RnC (the neighbors, formerly known as Nick and Jessica due to them being newlyweds, but really that is kind of an insult because they are SOOO freaking cool) have people hanging out in their backyard - we don’t go out there because we don’t want to look like we are - insert whatever obnoxious neighbor thing you can think of here - you know?

So last night I tripped out onto the deck alone and was just about to light the candles (citronella to keep mosquitoes away) when I noticed that they were outside with a friend. So instead, I didn’t light the candles and hung out listening to my iPod and playing some stupid game on my cell phone.

This morning… I have a HUGE ASS mosquito bite on my elbow and the back of my shoulder.

It doesn’t pay to be nice.