Friday, June 25, 2010
Friday, June 18, 2010
Em's boyfriend just left this morning after being here for a week. I am pretty sure they had a good time.
One of the days he was here i met them at a mall. I noticed a....something...on Em's neck and as i instinctively bent over to look at it i realized that it was a hickey at the same time that i heard Morris (the boyfriend) giggle and say "Oops!"
I ignored it after that, i mean, i don't care. It's a rite of passage that they will get over. I'd give The Mister a dope slap if he gave me a hickey now.
But....ah...a hickey...the memories.
My first and only one was when i was 20 and i was living at home for the summer with my parents so that my boyfriend Dan and i did not have the freedom that we were used to when i was living at the dorms.
One late night as he was dropping me off at my parent's house he got a little carried away and left a hickey on my neck.
My neighbor noticed it the next day and said, "Hey! What's that on your neck?" His wife stopped him and said, "Jack, you are showing your age."
Carol Davidson. Oh Carol. I remember you. She was a woman who, for a few of my teenage years, i could talk with about things i would never talk to my own mother about. Carol never had kids and i think she enjoyed our quasi-mother-daughter relationship as much as i did. I would wander over to her house and enjoy the calm and conflict free atmosphere, just chatting with an adult woman who was not constantly judging me.
What a welcome haven for me. Thank you for that Carol.
Reminds me to be open to opportunities to provide that haven for someone else.
Posted by meno at 2:52 PM
Wednesday, June 09, 2010
The toilet in Em's bathroom refused to flush starting late last week and persisted in this state despite all of my usual tricks (repeated flushing, pouring water into the bowl from my exalted altitude, getting The Mister to plunge, etc.)
So i had to break down and call a plumber.
Tom the Plumber (Joe was busy) looked under the bathroom sink and upon noting my choice of wiping material, told me that Charmin TP has LATEX in it.
Can that really be true? I looked it up on the interwebs and couldn't find anything about it. What about people who have latex allergies? Wouldn't this cause them to have rashes in unpleasant places?
Tom was unsuccessful in unclogging the toilet because (heh) his snake wasn't long enough. So he called a different company to come and remove the potty from the floor and use a longer snake.
Rufus the Rooter came over and when i mentioned that Tom thinks we use the wrong TP, he said, "Charmin or Cottonelle?"
I guess this is one of those little secrets that plumbers like to keep to themselves.
Having just been to Costco, i was flush (heh) with Charmin. I offered to pay them with toilet paper, but oddly, they both declined.
Posted by meno at 4:35 PM
Friday, June 04, 2010
Tuesday, June 01, 2010
Em's boyfriend is coming to visit us from New York in a few weeks.
Even if they don't know me well enough to actually ask, the first question everyone WANTS to ask when i tell them this is, "Where will he be sleeping?"
He'll be sleeping in Em's room.
Well, because she's old enough to make her own decisions, she's been away at college for two years now and could have (and may have) been doing god knows what while she was there, and because i am in favor of pre-marital sex. (To quote sex advice columnist Dan Savage, "Sexual compatibility should be established early and often!")
In my day (YOU KIDS GET OFFA MY LAWN) when you went home for the summer or for a visit with your boyfriend, you did NOT get to sleep with him at your parent's house because that would have meant that your parents were 'condoning' your slutty behavior. Because if you were sleeping with your boyfriend, even if you were 20 years old and you and he had been together for two years, you were still a shameless hussy who should have been content with dry humping just like your parents did before they were bound in holy matrimony.
But really, i just can't imagine that it's a good idea to EVER marry someone with whom you have never had sex.
Bottom line - i trust my child to make her own decisions, and if she is comfortable with it, so am i.
Posted by meno at 4:19 PM