August 07, 2006
stripper poles, die-ra and mamms
**My old college bud is getting married in October. I was thinking about sending this to her as a wedding gift. The advertisement says that Oprah has this. Is the fact that Oprah owns this a selling point? I can seeing using Oprah as a nice PR move for books. I don't know about a selling point for stripper poles. So as I was contemplating sending this off to her it made me think. Maybe this is a gift for her hubby. Not for her. Don't get me wrong I am sure he will love the matching crystal, china and candlesticks. Just about as much as he would love socks for Christmas. This gift really could be two fold. The bride and her friends would have endless hours of fun trying to do sexy stripper moves and landing on their respective heads. Did anyone see the episode of Kings and Queens? Where Kevin trys to show Keri how to strip? F*cking funny. Anyway I think he will like the gift.
**Made it through the weekend of die-ra. Although one day between me trying to ease down HHboys pants, carefully, very carefully, so as not to disturb the puddle of loveliness planted in his pull up (because there is no way he was going to wear underwear until die-ra was cleared up) and finding myself coated like a pig in his die-ra. Trying not to throw up. Throwing up. Putting HHboy directly in the bath. HHgirl in all her pureness crawling in the bathroom, trying to crawl right through the floor decor. Smiling and then crying because I locked her out of the bathroom. HHgirl pounding incestuously on the door. Me throwing up in the sink from the smell. HHBoy crying because I am throwing up from the smell. Me throwing away and burning his clothes in a bon fire in the toilet. HHBoy traumatized that I am throwing up from his die-ra. All the while I try to convince him it's okay, that really it's not the die-ra. (whilst throwing up in the sink)
Wow, I made it and I live to tell. Upside-maybe I lost a few pounds. This is one of the glamorous parts of motherhood that makes one feel oh so sexy.
**We had dinner at our neighbors. She cooked Thai food. Thai food can be very spicy. She suggested that I try some hot sauce and promptly put the sauce on my plate. I did not dip my egg roll directly in the sauce-my egg roll brushed up against the sauce on my plate. My mouth burned like I ate 40 hobanero peppers. Water didn't help. Ripping my lips and tongue out of my head did not help.
Do not let egg roll touch sauce in the future. My butt is okay.
**Trying to have a discussion about the every growing list of things I would like to do over the weekend. ( bed bath and beyond, if we have time) All HHHubby can say to me is "why don't you take off your shirt?" Am I just a walking billboard of boobs? Don't answer that.
**We purchased a new camera. I hope to take some great shots like this person or this person. Talk to us after a few photography classes. Okay after a lot of classes. I am ambitious about the photography.
**I read a chapter from this book. Did anyone read this and feel like they were reading a book written by a 5th grader?
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