A WTF moment...

Last night we celebrated Evan's 11th birthday. The actual date was during the week of Thanksgiving, but everyone is usually really busy that weekend, so we postponed. We had a total of 5 boys running around here - 10 and 11 year olds. They played hide and seek in the dark. Played the Wii, Playstation, Nintendo DS and SuperNintendo. We ordered pizza, rented a movie and had a giant cookie. All in all, it was a good night.

The boys were up until 1, I was up until 2. The kids had heard that there MIGHT be snow...so one of the little monsters set his cell phone alarm for 6:30 AM. That's right. 6:30. Sure enough, there was snow. Just enough for 5 determined boys to have a snowball fight. Guess who the first victim was... Me, the innocent photographer!

While they were having fun (4 of them wearing MY gloves) I went inside, made hot chocolate and waited for them to destroy every patch of snow they could find. There wasn't much on the ground...mostly on cars, bushes, our grill... But it was enough. Around 10:30 the moms started coming around to get the kids. Except for 1. It is now 2:30 and I still have one.

WTF? Both parents have called and talked to the child. Neither has talked to me. So I have no idea what their intentions are! Are they coming? Or am I going to have him another night?

Not to sound pitiful, but I am tired. I still don't have ALL of my energy back. I had planned on watching the SEC championship and sleeping all afternoon. But Evan is still having a good time, so I hate to call and ruin his fun.

Oh, and have I mentioned that Mike has gone to a friends house to watch the game? And was in bed last night around 8? Did I mention that shit?

Edited @ 2:48 PM - His mom just called - she's on her way. Dad was supposed to pick him up earlier, and didn't. She just got off work. Great.

Updated on Monday. After I had time to recover. Get this. I had one mom that called her son on his cell phone, had him gather his stuff and meet her by the street. Couldn't even come to the door for him. How rude is that??? I know my driveway is a bitch, but come on.

Next time we do this, I will make it very clear from the beginning. Kids to be picked up by 11. Good grief.

The next countdown is ON!

OK - New Moon is over, all I have to do is wait for the DVD. I will watch it over and over again. But, up next is Eclipse!!! And I have a handy dandy countdown clock to help me keep watch!

Awesomeness!

It's been a while...

I've been MIA for a couple of weeks...I've been reading everyone else's blogs, maybe even left a comment, but I haven't had the urge to write anything myself. But, a lot has happened in the past few weeks, so I'm going to take the easy way out and use bullet points!

• Had my last chemo treatment!!! Now I can move on to the next step. 30 treatments of radiation. (Updated 12/5 - 34 treatments. 34. 7 weeks.) I will glow in the dark and have a sunburn on my bewb...but as soon as that is over, NEW BEWBS! Like, with nipples and everything! I'm so tired of having bewbs with no nipples. They just look odd.
• Evan is hitting puberty. Hairy legs, pimples and a smart-ass mouth that rivals mine. I won't do this...but how I WANT to smack it sometimes. Good grief. He will be 11 next week.
• Cleaned out Evan's closet. He is wearing a Men's Medium. Wow. Know anyone who could use some Men's Small shirts? Ebay, here I come. I have a huge pile of clothes he can't wear and his closet is still full. FULL. I'm requesting no clothes for Christmas or birthday. There is no room for them. And THAT is the definition of a spoiled child.
• Almost finished my Christmas shopping. I have all neices and nephews done; my Mom's, Mike's Mom both finished. Still left? Evan, Dad and Mike. The 3 hardest to buy for.
• Saw New Moon with Glamour Girl. This is our tradition - seeing the movie on opening day while the screaming teenage girls are in school. Since Eclipse opens in June...that will be out the window. Oh, we will still go, but we will need to take valium before hand.
• Getting ready for Thanksgiving - so today will be full of cooking...casseroles and cookies. I'm trying to make choc chip cookies for a diabetic child...I hope they turn out right!

OK, maybe not as much happened as I thought. But some of that was really time consuming!

Glamour Girl LIVES

My buddy over @ Glamor Girl's New Life has started getting questions about whether she is still around... She is, but she is NOT IN KANSAS ANYMORE and apparently Oz doesn't have good internet (non-land line) or cell service... so in the next week or so she hopes to have both of those things handled! She will be back, just be patient!

Halloween 2009

Yeah, I'm a little late. Here is my little pirate. Or, I should say, big pirate. He will be 11 in a few weeks and he's already 5 ft 3. Please ignore the broom in the background and the chair with clean laundry on it.

And here's a rare pic of me. With my party wig! By this time, he was completely bored with the picture taking. And the reason I look so washed out? I have on white make up with pink and blue swirly things all over.

And my 3 yr old neice saw me with out the wig (do you KNOW how hot those things get?) and it kind of freaked her out. She's ok for now, but I may need to help with her therapy bill later. I forget that not everyone is used to "fuzzy headed Lisa." Oops.

Little Gene

Now that I've settled down some, I can talk about the concert. I've never seen a band put on a SHOW like KISS. Buckcherry was the opening act, but I only know 2 of their songs. They were good, but there was no doubt that KISS was the main attraction.

KISS played for a good hour, but didn't play a lot of songs I knew. Gene blew fire and spit blood. Paul pranced around the stage and wiggled his ass. They rocked. Then the left the stage. I knew there would be an encore. They came back for the encore and played another full hour. This time, I knew just about every song. Gene was lifted on wires to above the lights. Paul flew across the audience to another stage. There was a confetti explosion during one song. They ended with Detroit Rock City. I don't think I've screamed and danced so much in years.

The crowd. There were so many people dressed like KISS - face paint and all. And there were a lot of toothless freaks that probably spent their last dime on tickets. But everyone was having a good time! But my very favorite person in the crowd was a 5 year old sitting behind us. That's right. 5 years old. He was dressed - wig, make up, costume - like Gene Simmons. He rocked ALL NIGHT LONG! He played air guitar like a pro and he knew all the songs - every time I looked back at him, he was singing along. Here he is, in all his glory - Little Gene:

Girlfriend rules

I honestly thought that I would be writing a blog about how KISS rocked tonight. I've worked my ass off all week trying to get things ready. Making sure the house was ready for the company we would be having before the concert. Making sure I had enough rest because it's only a week after my last treatment and I'm fucking tired. And KISS really did rock. They put on an awesome show. I don't know how old men like that can move the way they do. But they were incredible.

But what I REALLY want to talk about is the unspoken rule that most females know.

A little background. There were 7 of us going. Me, my husband, husband's friend, a male friend of mine and 3 girlfriends. My male friend is T. My first love. The one I'm REALLY not over, even though I say I am. One of my girlfriends is A. Recently divorced. Needed some fun, so I invited her. And KNOWS HOW I FEEL ABOUT T. Thought she would be good with husband's friend.

Boy, was I fucking wrong. By the third song A and T were making out. By the end of the evening...well, right now they are at his hotel and I'm writing this.

So, here is the unspoken rule - I shall speak it: Don't fuck your friend's ex because even if they say they are over him, they probably aren't.

One day I'll write about how it isn't fair to my husband that I'm having these feelings. But not tonight. Tonight, I'll just cry myself to sleep and get ready for tomorrow morning when they come back to the house for breakfast.