Penis, Women and Rock & Roll!?"

I feel bad for not having any links in my titles. I feel like it's my obligation. I feel worse that I have no links on my blog. I made the mistake of playing with my template and I lost all my links. There were some good ones and that is what makes it so bad. I've been listening to an awesome CD burned by a good friend (an ex-boyfriend) of mine. He burned it for Joel and I can only say. . .check out these bands: Cat Power, Holly Golightly, Kings of Leon and Magnetic Fields. I'm not going to share anymore, these are around and I know you can find them. Sometimes a band is so good, you don't want to let anyone in on the secret. Oh, I just thought of a link. If you don't read BUST, you should. It's the best fucking magazine ever. It's revolutionary. I wait, trembling at my mailbox every other month, for my next issue. I call the office if I notice that an issue is out and not at my mailbox. It's so good, I pour over every page, soaking it in like a chocolate addict eating a bonbon. Thank god for BUST, it saved me while living in that GOD FORSAKEN SHITHOLE CALLED COLORADO. Fuck COLORADO. I HATE COLORADO. O.K. Feeling better after I got that off my chest. So, Joel has been gone alot lately. Crazy, best friend visits, friend of family dies, band practice, catering, etc. So, Jake and I are getting to be very chummy. He loves me, what can I say. Today he explained to me that I was a WOMAN. "Yes, I am a woman." "Claire is a woman," he explains, (Claire is his best bud and Godparents child). "Yes, Claire is a woman," I reply. "I am a man," he states. "Yes, you are a man." I said. "Why am I a man?" He asks. "You are a man because you have a penis." I said. "And it's gonna get you in alot of trouble," I mumbled. "Someday," he said, "I'm going to have a big penis like Dad." "Yes, You Are," I exclaimed. He had his hands in the air, "This big." Hands spread wide, my heart filled with pride. That's my boy. He knows what he's got and he knows where he's going, now, let's just hope he knows what he's doing with it. Hit the link for BUST magazine.

A day OFF

It doesn't seem like it to most, but I work every day. Every day, including today, I take care of Jake, clean the house, wash clothes and even sometimes, cook a meal. I also squeeze in a little of that crazy stuff called paid work. Today, I am currently cleaning the house and this morning I did a little paid work. But, more than anything . . .I took today off. It was awesome. I did not shit-fucking-shit all morning except surf the internet and hang out with Jake while he hid under blankets, played with trains, worked on the Thomas the Train interactive CD's and just goofed off. We never turned on the TV, which was a fucking miracle. Finally, we headed out the door to do one responsible thing then I buzzed around doing things I always want to do but don't because I expect him to be an asshole and he was awesome. We went to a fabric store, a book store and a beauty store. Success at all three. It was beautiful and we went on a great dog walk and I observed my son, visualizing what he would be like in the future, as he crazily road his bike down this hill into a big mound of leaves, then hauled the bike back up the hill to do again. I was convinced he would break his neck everytime, but everytime . . .he made it. It is so exciting to see the daredevil in him and to see his willingness and willfullness to carry his bike up the hill himself. My god, he's becoming a boy. Now, I'm being responsible and picking up before we dig into a big bowl of popcorn and watch a japanese anime movie. It's a tradition with us to watch tv and eat popcorn when Dad's out of town, and, well, Dad's out of town. What a day.