September 14, 2014

I have fallen off the horse.  More on that later.  

The day began as days on a Sunday often do…with me waking up gently sans alarm clock.  I appreciate this more than anyone can realize, except perhaps, those of you who do likewise, so the majority of you catch my drift.  I knew that, since I missed Maggie’s breakfast-in-bed last year that I was under the microscope this year, especially since she had a friend over.  Friends often increase the pressure to do right in a variety of scenarios:’ rad mom’ scenarios included.  The morning selection was bacon, pancakes and orange juice (which I enjoyed a bit of as dessert last night using  mindfulness), so I needed to get going, but not before my coffee. I had to laugh that my godmother in Switzerland saw the picture of the 2 of everything and was excited, thinking I had a boyfriend.  If only it were that easy.  <smile> Breakfast was a success, now to let the girl know we’d be leaving shortly to take friend home and Mags to dad’s so I could start cooking up meals for the family and finish homework.

Until.  I received a call from The Mom saying her son had heard from Ethan that there would be bowling and he was very excited (to be fair, “Ethan, we are going bowling someday” and “Ethan, we are going bowling Sunday” do sound remarkably similar).  Ummm….ok!  Let’s go bowling!!!  I got on Groupon and grabbed a ticket for the only bowling deal – in Rocklin an hour away – and told the girls we were going bowling.  Friend called mom, I let L know I’d be getting The Boy, called The Mom to tell her son we’d be there in 20 and here we go – another adventure, but for the BEST of reasons.

He has never been bowling before, either.  We had a nice talk on the way to Rocklin, at one time, there were tears….I told him it’s ok , and held his hand.  I think he felt very uncomfortable because of the other kids there.  The staff at the  AMF bowling alley were amazing and quiet accommodating.  Maggie and The Boy both received a bowling pin as the kids had a wonderful time.  I was so glad I was able to help out a little bit this way, during such a horrific time in his life. On the way home, we drove past a home where the man had built TARDIS models and was selling them. This is The Boy that turned us all into Whovians (as Sean calls the kids), so anything to add to that is perfect. We stopped by to take a look.  They were incredibly built, just a bit much for our wallets.  As we got on the 50, we noticed that the HUGE Cumulonimbus clouds we had seen from Rocklin was actually made so large due to a wildfire.  This was a BIG fire.  My Boy and Other Boy had talked to parents so I dropped Other Boy off with Ethan and Mags.  Good.  He needs some escape time.  I headed home to bond with Firefighters via scanner and was “10-4ing” all over the place along with my “Roger, copy that.  Over and outs.”

I came home to finish the homework I had “mostly” completed at bowling, despite the Giants game.  My iPoverty joke was because I was writing on the relationship between poverty and mental illness. Then, when I saw my matchmaker was online, I took the opportunity to throw-up my pathetic-long-distance-crush-issues all over him again.  I think, I let him know, that I am going to “unfollow” (not unfriend, mind you) my crush, because every time I see his posts, I relate them to me, like a sappy 13 year old girl.  He was sweeter than all-get-out and asked why, saying that the world needs my sexuality, it just doesn’t know it yet.  Still.  The world and my crush are probably not connected and therefore…I unfollowed him.  Now.  DON’T WORRY!!!  I went really analytical with my ass and ALSO decided that by doing so and not pursuing this crush any further, that I was also protecting myself from additional pain of not getting hurt when I was rejected (realistically or in my imagination) by this crush.  Welcomed to my love life…via imagination. <grin>

The dogs needed to be run a bit, and I was missing my firemen (command center is too far away), so I swung up the 50 a bit and saw a HUGER (new word) cloud and was very nervous for all my people living in the community of Pollock Pines.  Back to the park, where a mom, her child, and their cotton ball on legs were in the park, so we went to our Plan B place – a parking lot nearby.  Home and I sat down to catch up on fire info where my FALLING OFF THE WAGON continued as I had four more cookies.  On top of the 2 before going to check out the fire, after super French fries (with cheese, bacon, etc) I got for the Other Boy, after the bacon and pancake I had this morning that the girls didn’t finish (I don’t even really like bacon).  <sigh> Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.  So I did some yoga.  HARD…to where I was sweating in 5 minutes and after the 3 segments, I had sweat dripping down my face.  On a flip side, it sure is nice to feel my breasts against my thighs (and NOT because of sagging, but because my utanasana is getting tighter). <ok, I HAD to put the next part on another line because I really can’t have a sentence where I talk about a child I gave birth to touching a sentence that talks about my breasts>

I finished the evening with a super long convo with My Brandon, who was born 22 years ago today.  How COOL is it spending the day with both of your September 14 babies in different ways? I think we are really similar (he thinks so, too) and we can hopefully spend a summer together adventuring.  A road trip!  With all the kids!!  And music….what a dream.  What an ABSOLUTELTY amazing day it was.  I’m so grateful.

 Pictures:  The kids bowling; The Boys inspecting the life-sized TARDIS, and a picture of the King Fire in Pollock Pines, picture by Iain Campbell