Things to Ponder From the Weekend

~  Did anyone else see the Pats lay the smack down in Foxboro yesterday?  What the crap?  Welcome back to football, Tom Brady.  It took you long enough!  Wish I wouldn't have cancelled that trip!  Would have loved to watch that game first hand!!!     

~  What's with Mother Nature's multiple personality disorder?  It was B-E-A-utiful here this weekend!   Let's hope it stays this way!

~  Why does The Boy find it necessary to call me at midnight from a sleepover to come pick him up?  It's not even like he does it everytime.  Just randomly.  No rhyme or reason.  Just, "Mom, can you come get me.  I'm ready to come home."  And then other times I have to call the following day to find out if he's ever coming home.  Weird.

~  When will I learn that my body likes me better after a night of drinking vodka than it does after a night of drinking beer?  And why do I think I can still party like it's 1999?  I'm not 21 anymore,  Boy does my body like to remind me.

~Apparently purple hair and black eyeliner makes me Goth.  What the hell is Goth anyway?  One of the teenagers at work said I'm too girly to be Goth and that the person who called me that is dumb.  Well, doi...  But really?  Are there really Gothy emos in their 30's?  Get a LIFE!

~  Yes, I said purple hair.  It's purple highlights, to be more specific.  I feel pretty, oh so pretty!

~  Dream Guy made me mad for the LAST time.  Stupid man.

~  What a great weekend to catch up on my TV watching.  DVR is AMAZING!  I got to watch The Forgotten, Flash Forward, Psych, Raising the Bar, and enough Burn Notice to get my Jeffery Donovan fix for the rest of October.  (Yum!  Notice a theme? Christian Slater, Joseph Fiennes, James Roday, Mark Paul Gosselar, and Jeffery Donovan.  Hehehe!)

~  Should I say yes if the customer from work asks me out?  He seems very nice, but he reminds me a lot of the late hubby. 

So many things to ponder...

How was your weekend?

Did I Do That?

Thursday night, The Girl had a sleepover.  As I usually work on the weekends, it is very rare that either of the kids have friends spend the night.

As there was no school on Wednesday, Thursday, or Friday, I thought, "Hey!  I should let The Girl have a sleepover!"  The boy generally spends non-school nights at assorted friends' houses.  Thursday night was no exception.  So...  At 4:00, the doorbell rang.  The Girl's BFF and the BFF's older sister were on the door step, all smiles, and ready for Girl-a-Palooza!

First of all, I remember having sleepovers as a girl.  They were fun, but with too many girls, were mostly torture.  The two girls staying the night spend A LOT of time at my house.  They live just across the field.  They are great girls and I enjoy them.  What I had forgotten from my childhood, is that sleepovers turn girls into monsters. 

I don't mean to say they were poorly behaved.  They were just loud, obnoxious, little giggle monsters.

These giggle monsters kept me up until 2:00 a.m.  They were up and down the stairs like a herd of effalumps.  They cleaned out my kitchen like a pack of ravenous dogs.  I had to take the phone away dozens of times - and they were only calling me and each other!  Argh!  At least they weren't calling boys!

Seriously, though?  At what age did I start terrorizing my parents?  Was it really as early as the 4th grade?  A month or so ago, an old friend and I stayed up all night contemplating our ages when we met.  I was in 6th grade.  He was in 7th.  It was scary to think that my children are not too far from those ages.  It's even scarier when at 31, I look back with the people I caused trouble with and realize what exactly I was doing at that young age and what I need to mentally prepare myself for as a parent.  My friend thinks it's hilarious.  He's clearly not yet a parent.  I'm terrified....