Meeting Famous People

Last night Brian and I went to Woodstock and saw a show. There is a local radio station, an independant station in Woodstock. They play very cool music. We found out about 2 weeks ago that the coolest of the coolest people was going to be preforming there. Henry Rollins. The man is a singer, in bands such as Black Flag and Rollins Band. He's an actor, author and spoken word artist. He is funny as hell and so hot!
So, of course, we had my mother and father babysit. We got tickets.
Henry can talk for hours. And hours. But last night he did about an hour set. He was entertaining and funny and wonderful.
Bearsville Theater is the coolest place. It's in this complex where the radio station is and Utopia Sound Studio. Side bar, Utopia is where they recorded Meatloaf's Bat Out of Hell, as well as REM, Patti Smith, Phish and too many others to list.
The theater person states that there is going to be a meet and greet after the show. I talked Brian into staying. I LOVE Henry and I want to meet him.
Okay, I knew, having kinda met him before, that he was no where near as big as he appears in movies and so on. But until I was standing next to him, I had no idea how small he really is.
But he's still so hot!!! Sorry Brian, but he is!
Isn't it cool to meet famous people?

Mother's Day

Okay, so Sunday is Mother's Day. I was hoping for something vaguely like a commercial. You know, sleeping in, Dad and little one bringing me soggy cereal and stuff in bed. Then a big mess to clean up. As it is, we are going to have brunch with my in laws that morning and that's all the plan.
Brian asked me what I want for mother's day. I don't know. It's been a hard choice. I don't want or need any jewlery. I don't want flowers. I hate to garden and hate flowers. They are too much work.
Brian's father always had a great joke, he would say that he had been called a mother too. A mother ----er. :)

Hair Cuts

Friday, I went to get my hair cut. The first time in a while. It really needed it. It was time for something different. Some of my friends at work and I sat for a while on the computer and we went around and around as we looked at pictures. I finally picked one. So I took the plung.

It came out great. Upsides, nothing to do to it. Downsides, I have to think about color again. When my mother saw it she asked why I dyed it dark again. I didn't. It's almost 90% natural color! For the first time in years! That won't last long.

Preoccupation

Okay, so I haven't been blogging in a while. I promised my mother that I would blog about the importance of a rite of passage that I need to attend to. I really don't feel like it. I'm 35. I'm due for my first mammogram. Okay, I really don't want to do it. Sorry, something about having my boob squeezed between glass plates in a cold sterile environment doesn't do it for me. Just like the annual Pap. Now, if the tech or the Gyn looked like... oh... I don't know... Johnny Depp.... that would be soemthing different. But I need to go.
My maternal grandmother died from ovarian cancer. Something I have to watch out for considering all my Gyn issues. The genetic marker for ovarian cancer is the same for brest cancer. Plus, my father's little sister is currently under going aggressive treatment for stage 4 breast cancer. Her older sister had it. Plus there are more distant aunts in the family with a similar history. So, I need to go and get a base line.
My OBGYN is a friend from high school (talk about a weird situation there), but it's something I need to do.
Plus now there is my other excuse for not blogging in a while. Recently, Brian and I got reaquanted with an old friend who shares my OBESSION with reading. She's as bad as me. Puts a book every other day away. Recently she has lent me nearly 25 books, mostly the same author. So, I've been reading a lot. Then there is the writing.
Okay, so a few years ago I was writing again. A lot. I had printed a few things and put them in a binder. I lent one to my sister in law. She lost it. She moved recently and found it. I re read the dribble that I wrote and it is dribble. So, I've had this piece sitting in my head for a long time and I always get to one point and get writers block. I've tried several different approaches and so fare nothing has worked. Until this time, I hope. I'm two chapters in and I think this one might work. But it's still dribble. Gotta go. Came up with the next scene while writing this!

Slacker

Okay. I admit it. I've been slacking off. By the time I get home, get through the normal routine of everything, the last thing I want to do is sign on and blog. Besides, there really hasn't been much to talk about.

Emily has been off of school this week and has been going to work with Dad and E-pa. Plus, we have all been sick.

BUT... Brian. That's another story. His incision from his surgery runs from the bottom of his breast bone to the top of his pelvis. I don't know what he did, but at some point this winter, he herniated the incision. It was small to begin with. But, while he was sick this week, he coughed and it' worse. We are going to see the surgeon on Tuesday to see if this is something that needs to be repaired or not.

Other than that, nothing new is going on here. I've embedded a picture of Emily with her new cousin Jameson.

It's too quiet... What are you doing?!

Emily got up and crawled into bed with me at some point after Brian left for work this morning. It's not that uncommon on a Saturday morning. She woke me up to change the television channel for her. I got her something to eat and laid back down. I must have dozed off. I woke up and it was quiet. Too quiet. You know that quiet. I called for her and she told me that she was in the bathroom. I got up and found her in the bathroom, standing by the sink with a pair of scissors in her hand. Okay. I left the scissors on the counter. That was my bad. But her hair was neatly piled in the garbage can. There was basically nothing left on her head. She cut her hair off.
The conversation goes like this.
Me (calmly) What are you doing?
Em (pause) I cut my hair.
Me (Still Calmly) Why?
Em I wanted to look like you.
I stopped here and looked at her. I had her turn around. It was short. It was really short in the bad. (How in the hell did she do such a good job in the back?)
Me Emily, you know that you shouldn't have cut your own hair.
Em. I know. It was bad of me. Don't be angry Mommy.
Me If you wanted short hair all you had to do was ask. You have an appointment to get your hair cut this afternoon.
Em Why can't I cut my hair? Why can't you cut it?

This then leads into the conversation about needing to go to school to learn to cut hair. I cut a few really odd long pieces, got her in the shower and called Daddy.
The hairdresser was able to fix it, do the degree that she could. There is one spot just above her bangs that is spikey. It's longer on one side than the other.
She's not going to be able to see a movie for at least 4 days. Plus... I had to tell her that she wouldn't have long hair again until she was at least 10. That put it in perspective for her.
Up side... Daddy has a much easier morning routine now!

Tugging on the insides

First I would like to congratulate my cousin and her family on the birth of their new baby! I'm thrilled for them.
But, my mother called tonight to tell me that the baby was here and I was thrilled. Em got on the phone so that my mother could tell her about the new baby. That of course brings up the same conversation over and over again.
About 6 years ago, while in nursing school, I got sick. I had a choice after 9 months of treatment that really wasn't a choice. Surgery or surgery. They were able to fix my problem. But the problem was that we would never be able to have any more children.
Emily doesn't understand why she is an only child. She wants to have brothers or sisters. We have talked about the fact that God said that all we needed in our family is one little girl. But listening to two of cousins being pregnant right now... well one now... is kinda hard.
I love babies. I would love to have another one. But the factory is closed. No more children.
Sure, we could adopt. We could, but it's so hard and there is something about it that I'm not that interested in. I like the idea of a simple natural act, bringing out a natural child. Plus, I have enough issues with Em and I know where she came from. Plus, we really can't afford it. So, Em will remain an only child.
Then again, I'm not really that interested in the late nights, early mornings or diapers again. So... I guess I'll just have to wait for grandchildren!