Duncan

My eldest has turned twenty one.

He is currently away getting training for the Army Reserves so we were unable to celebrate with him in person, which makes me sad.

I LITERALLY can’t wait to buy him an adult beverage at a bar or nightclub.

It’s crazy to think that not that long ago, I was rocking him to sleep and changing his diapers.

How time has FLOWN!

He’s my headstrong child who usually figures out how to get his way in everything he does.

He’s charming, as I’m sure all the girls who have enjoyed his company with testify to.

There’s hardly a person he can’t win over with his personality.

I love him so much and if I had to do it all over again, I would because it has been a thrill being his mother.

Mind you, I was a bit of an anxious mother, having lost my first son to cancer in 1998.

When Duncan arrived in 1999 I was determined to be as perfect as I could be.

Naturally, I failed.

Hopefully, he will agree that I learned from my mistakes and still managed to bring him up the right way.

It’s hard to have him gone from the home.

I’ve become accustomed to his volume, to the larger-than-life space he occupies in our household.

I’ve even learned to tolerate his more conservative political views.

More than anything, I want to wish him a long, happy, and prosperous life on the 21st anniversary of his birth.

I asked him what he did for his birthday.

He spent the day in a medic class, getting tasered.

I got two videos of him being zapped.

In one, he’s on the ground and he screamed like a little girl and rolled around when they tasered him.

In the other, they shot him in the stomach with the taser and he literally stood there and took it.

Go figure.

That’s my man-child!

I’ve swum in that pool

The other day, an ex-boyfriend of mine posted birthday photos of his kids to facebook.

They were taken in his parent’s beautiful manicured backyard and I couldn’t help but notice the pool in the pictures which took me back 25 years to when we were wild teenagers fooling around in that pool.

Good to know it’s still seeing good times and young hearts.

Man, did I have a blast in that pool.

Swimming with the boys.

Goofing off with girlfriends.

I remember supervising his high school sister in his parent’s house over the weekend when her parents were away my junior year in college.

She threw a HUGE party in the backyard.

The kind of party where some drunk kid throws up on the front lawn and they break into the parent’s exceptional wine cellar and steal vintage wines.

I eventually kicked out almost all but the innermost circle of friends.

The cops were eventually called by the neighbors, but I was so agro about the whole party I cleaned up all the recycling and garbage so the COPS FOUND NOTHING!

Lucky me, no?

Not a cigarette butt, not a bottle cap, not a cork nor bottle.

Just me, floating in that beautiful pool.

And his sister, surrounded by friends at the fire pit.

Lizzo-inspired performer

Sorry for the gap in posting, I’ve been sick since Sunday.

For my aunt and uncle’s post-Halloween costume party which took place on my birthday, I dressed up as a Lizzo-inspired performer.

No one is Lizzo but Lizzo, that’s for sure.

And certainly not this white girl who loves her music.

The unfortunate thing is that I was coming down with a head cold that night and so I wasn’t feeling my absolute best.

But I did shots of tequila with the best of them.

I also drank something called Truly, which is just like White Claw hard seltzer.

It was yummy.

All in all I had a great time.

My aunt really goes all out with the Halloween decorations.

I even got to work my magic making one aunt into a sexy glittery green dragon and another aunt into a deer.

And just to prove I was there, here are a few pics from the night:

One lucky baby

I post this every year.

I couldn’t be happier that I’m reunited with my birth family and finally know my birth story.

So, here we go again. . .

IT’S MY BIRTHDAY!

I was born first to Paul and Sherri, two teenagers living in Sonoma. They accidentally conceived me in a treehouse during their eighth grade year in school.

Sherri was sent to live with her aunt and uncle in San Jose to await my birth.

I was born on November 2nd. I was a forceps baby and I came out with a banged up, scratched up head (see pic below) but no worse for wear.

Alice and “Mario”, my parents, got the word that I’d been born and I’d be joining my 5 month old sister Lisa. My dad got to the hospital and looked at his itty bitty newborn daughter and declared that I looked like a frog on account of my legs stuck out sideways.

Screen Shot 2015-10-26 at 4.19.46 PMI will forever be grateful to Sherri and Paul for putting me up for adoption. I was lucky enough to meet them when I was 22 and they have been a part of my life ever since.

IMG_7821Nothing pleases me more than explaining to people how lucky I am to have two sets of parents who love and adore me.

I am one lucky baby.

Happy Birthday to me!

Birthday!

My birthday is coming up!

Last year I hosted a Bohemian Rhapsody themed birthday party at the premiere of Bohemian Rhapsody, the Freddie Mercury biopic.

Two years before that, I hosted a pirate’s pub crawl in Campbell with my friends.

All very fun.

This year, I’m going to my aunt and uncle’s house in Castro Valley to celebrate a late Halloween party.

I’m dressing up as a Lizzo-inspired performer.

Quite frankly, that’s as close as I can get to that bad ass bitch.

I’m excited, however.

Getting another year older is NBD.

It’s a luxury denied to many so I remind myself as I start to feel my creaking knees and spot gray hair on my head that I should be thrilled.

Lord knows that but for the grace of God, or the unraveling of the universe, I might not be where I am today.

Celebrating my birthday with family and friends.

I plan to celebrate my birthday for as long as I can and see as many friends and family as possible.

It’s just a BONUS that there’s costumes involved.

Woot!

Wet towel

I went to a birthday party this past weekend to celebrate my dear friend Nadine’s birthday.

I got her a beautiful custom crafted peacock travel mug.

There’s nothing better than going to a party at Nadine’s.

She thinks of every detail.

This time around there was German beer, French champagne, a bar with a bartender, and FIRE SPINNERS.

I wore my peacock corset, a teal steampunk skirt and a sheer black blouse:

I was thoroughly enjoying myself when I was invited to jump in the hot tub with friends late in the evening.

Why, I don’t mind if I do.

I stripped, wrapped a towel around me and jumped into the hot tub for a soak.

Four other people jumped in with me.

And as we sat there, the fire spinners set up and started to spin fire right in front of our very eyes.

Believe me when I say this:  There is little better than relaxing in a hot tub watching fire spinning.

To quote my Australian friend Charlie, “It was GLORIOUS!”

After the show wrapped up, I got out of the hot tub only to realize that my towel, which was next to the hot tub, was soaking wet because all the bodies in the hot tub caused the water to spill over and soak into my towel.

I had two options – wrap a cold, wet towel around my naked body and head inside or dash naked through the crowd.

I wrapped that cold, wet towel around my body and dashed inside for my clothes.

Mama didn’t raise no fool.

Steampunk Peacock

My dear friend Nadine is having a birthday and I get to celebrate with her.

I celebrated last year at her party with a gorgeous LED stone necklace and a dress to die for:

This year, we’re doing something different.

Last year’s theme incorporated Nadine’s favorite colors – teal and lavender.

This year’s theme is Steampunk and Victorian.

Nevermind that I have two steampunk outfits and a Victorian outfit already assembled in my garage.

What I really need to do is create ANOTHER costume.

Starting with a peacock corset.

Ouch!  That thing just looks like it’s going to hurt, but you can’t say it’s not beautiful.

The next thing I need is a really VIVID TEAL shirt, with skirt hikes to bunch it up in the front like a proper steampunk princess:

Finally, there’s the blouse, a nice sheer black one which will complement the peacock corset very nicely:

As for the present, I delved into Nadine’s love of all things peacock to find a custom present for her.

I think she’ll love what I got her.

And of course, she has all my love.

Happy birthday love!

May you have another blessed spin around the sun.

One lucky baby

I post this every year.

I couldn’t be happier that I’m reunited with my birth family and finally know my birth story.

So, here we go again. . .

IT’S MY BIRTHDAY!

I was born first to Paul and Sherri, two teenagers living in Sonoma. They accidentally conceived me in a treehouse during their eighth grade year in school.

Sherri was sent to live with her aunt and uncle in San Jose to await my birth.

I was born on November 2nd. I was a forceps baby and I came out with a banged up, scratched up head (see pic below) but no worse for wear.

Alice and “Mario”, my parents, got the word that I’d been born and I’d be joining my 5 month old sister Lisa. My dad got to the hospital and looked at his itty bitty newborn daughter and declared that I looked like a frog on account of my legs stuck out sideways.

Screen Shot 2015-10-26 at 4.19.46 PMI will forever be grateful to Sherri and Paul for putting me up for adoption. I was lucky enough to meet them when I was 22 and they have been a part of my life ever since.

IMG_7821Nothing pleases me more than explaining to people how lucky I am to have two sets of parents who love and adore me.

I am one lucky baby.

Happy Birthday to me!

Happy Fall!

I love Fall.

It’s my FAVORITE time of year.

The weather gets crisp.

The leaves turn color.

Pumpkin spice everything is everywhere.

And BEST OF ALL, it’s my BIRTHDAY!

That’s right.

In less than two weeks I’ll turn (gasp) 45.

I’m going with friends and family to see “Bohemian Rhapsody” – the Freddie Mercury biopic.

I can’t wait!

Everyone is dressing up like 80’s rock stars – Cindy Lauper, Madonna, Bruce Springsteen, Bono, Tommy Lee and Pamela Anderson. . .

I am going as Freddie Mercury, in his yellow Wembley Stadium jacket.

I even got a little patch of hair for my chest and a short brown wig to make me look like Freddie Mercury.

But since that’s probably insufficient to transform me into Freddie, I also bought a mask of his face.

I’m SO EXCITED!

I clearly do not suffer from seasonal affective disorder.

I get excited and happy instead of moody and blue.

I already bought my Christmas cards and I’m planning Christmas presents AS WE SPEAK.

The big news, of course, is that my oldest son has joined the Army Reserves as Military Police.

He starts boot camp on December 31, 2018.

Even though I am excited for him, I will also miss him terribly.

But that’s a small price to pay to see him launch himself successfully into a career.

Woot!

Happy Fall, y’all!

Birthday Sex

I had my first SLS date last night.

How did it go?

In a word?

Awesome!

He was clever, witty, engaging and funny.

He laughed at my jokes.

I felt an instant connection to him.

He was real, unlike some of the Match or POF dates I’ve had, who prattle on and on about their jobs, their income, their investment portfolios, and their cars while saying ABSOLUTELY NOTHING about who they are as a person.

Sitting across from me last night was an authentic man, available for fun and enjoyment.

And I really liked that.

I had such a good time, I hope I get to see him again soon.

And since his birthday is on Tuesday. . .

. . .we might set up a “birthday” date.

Something fun, wet, and wild!

You know me, I can NEVER pass up an opportunity to celebrate someone’s birthday!

And this gives me the opportunity to spend more time with him and get to know him better.

Win – win!