Campfyre Stories

I intended to write Thursday, but never actually had any time to do so.  Not that that’s a bad thing, since I was productive and then went out, but that was a much needed distraction.

This was the early part of the evening:

I get home and Liz calls.  As I’m on the phone with her the doorbell rings, Allison coming over to see the new (still mostly empty apartment).  Hang up with her, toss the phone and take Allison to the new place…  she properly fawns over it.  She leaves and my “one hour of moving” clock starts ticking.  One box moving (as in, pack a box, move it over and unpack) for an hour, after which I am EXHAUSTED.  Reward myself with a shower, then Awesome Mike calls to confirm plans for going out.  Hang up the phone and the doorbell rings.  Chaos and Dad are here to visit.  Hang with them while I try to burn CDs (and successfully only accomplish one of the two).  Pull the burned CD out of the drive as Mike is telling me he’s pulling up and run out to his car.  I think that was the first time I was able to stop since arriving home.

Wonderful dinner, then off to the bar.  Turns out *someone* (*pointed glare*) Googled me to find my blog…  and read the whole thing.  *Someone* knows my secrets…  but that’s ok, they were secrets I had offered to tell anyway.  I like to think they’re safe.  If my guess is right, he is like me in the fact that other people’s secrets are safe, but my own are the ones hardest for me to keep…  I may never know if that’s the case, but it makes me feel better about my own failings when it comes to my own secrets (ha!  hence the blog, eh?)

******Time for random ramblings once again******

I’ve been invited to go with the girls down to New Orleans in January or February.  They are *not* taking no for an answer.  So, alas, I think I’m going to have to go (*melodramatic gesture*).  The offer to feel up one of the girls is not (though I know she likes to think it is) the deciding factor here.  I’m not all that interested in feeling up one of my good girlfriends (or I probably would have done it long before now with someone - heh).

Today was the Spawn’s last day of school for the summer.  I was looking forward to hearing about the last day, spending time with him and making him move, but as it stands, he got invited last-minute to an overnight end-of-the-school-year party with a friend.  How can a mom like me say no to that?  Come on, I’ve been known to drop everything to book town or just have a night of barhopping.  I would say no to the barhopping, since the boy IS only 11, but an overnight party at camp.  OF COURSE he can go.

But he has to go NOW.  The voice mail comes and the return call to Spawn’s friend’s mother and she’ll be there in 10 minutes to pick him up.  If I can get ahold of him ahead of time, he should be packed (swim trunks and a change of clothes) and ready to walk out the door, to return tomorrow morning.  Only problem is, I have no land line at my house, and he didn’t reply to the email, so there’s no way for me to know if he went or not until *after* I get home from work…  he did go.

This is what makes life fun, though.  And since I know he’s safe, I’m going to say that this is what makes parenting fun for me.  Being able to say yes to silly fun things like this.  If I want him to be comfortable doing the adventurous spur-of-the-moment things like this as an adult, I feel it is my duty to allow him to do them as a kid.  At least, I think so.

You know, it’s been less than two months since I put up the hit counter on this site (though I’ve been blogging for longer than that) and I’ve already got over 100 hits.  I have no idea who is reading this thing.  I can count 3-5 people I know for sure read it, but I doubt they’ve come 20+ times a piece to view it.  Who are these people…  more importantly, are they people I know?  At least some people comment or talk to me directly about it…  I know my secrets are safe with them, but I seriously wonder how many people are reading it just to get the dirt or the blackmail-worthy dish, depending on the situation.

*taps on monitor*

I want to know who’s out there - at least if I already know you.

~FG };^>