Monday, October 2, 2017

Vegas, baby.

WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH PEOPLE?

You know what is sad about this incident in Las Vegas in addition to the horrifying loss of life by the hand of a man who was clearly suffering some major defect, is that I'm not even surprised anymore.  My daughter was born pre-Columbine, and is used to news about shootings every few weeks or so.  Its a part of her life.  Last week there was graffiti on a bathroom wall at her high school warning of a school shooting, and the week before the students were evacuated as a result of a bomb threat.  This is her life.  And she doesn't live in Mexico among drug cartels, or South Central LA among gangs, or in a war torn country, this is a safe, affluent county, and this is still a part of her life.

AND NOW TOM PETTY IS DEAD? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?

What is the universe trying to tell us here?  I have been so frustrated lately with the amount of hostility I see around me every day; people yelling at each other about parking spaces, people being snarky and entitled when it would cost them nothing to be kind, kids following those adults' examples.  The negativity of the news, and the hurricanes and the shootings and the fleeing refugees, and the earthquakes.  I just can't.  Its hard to let it all in and feel it.  I think we'd go crazy if we did.

So here's what I'm going to do.  I'm going to call my representatives and ask them what its gonna take to get some gun control laws passed.  I'm going to attend a rally for gun control if I can find one.  I'm going to be as kind as I can, and as generous as I can, and I'm going to self righteously suggest that others do the same when they are choosing to be ass hats. 

I'm going to blast some Tom Petty and have a day drink and dance in my living room.  And pray. In my atheist way, I'll pray.  What else can we do?  I'm open to suggestions.

Thursday, September 28, 2017

Vegas Baby!

I just came back from Las Vegas.  This was my third time there, second time this year.

The first time I went to Vegas was for a work conference 18 or so years ago and I was not medicated for my crazy anxiety so it was a tough place for me.  And it was 109 degrees which made me want to die.

The second time I went was this past June when Rob made me accompany him to a bowling tournament.  Other wives were supposed to go, but they smartly dropped out.  It was 115 degrees.  I didn't leave the hotel, and mostly watch Law and Order reruns in the hotel room.  I vowed I would never go to Las Vegas again.  I hate Las Vegas.

But then I started thinking how fun it would be to make someone else who hates Vegas go there.  So my cousin and I agreed we would take our moms to Las Vegas for their birthdays and get tickets for Celine Dion.

We also planned lots of other activities, and it was only 84 degrees.  I liked Las Vegas.

The first night we went to see a Cirque du Soleil show.  I think I am one of the only people in North America to have never seen one.  Y'know? I don't think I need to see another one.  It was incredible, all the crazy acrobats, but there was a large man dressed as a baby and he made me very uncomfortable.  And it was so... random.  Like a dream you wake up from and wonder What the hell did I eat last night!?  Like, some acrobats would be doing their thing on center stage but there'd be some random clown dude balancing on a ball in the background, and another baby character dressed in pjs running around in the rafters, and then at the end she comes out riding a large inflatable snail, and that's the grand finale.  Wha?  I think my tastes might be a little more reality-based and not as much acid trip-based.

The next day we drove to Hoover Dam.  Check.

Then it was time for Celine.  Now, to be clear, I am not a big Celine fan, but my mom is, and the lady who does my nails has seen her four times.  Her show is kind of bucket list item, and it was either her or Donny and Marie.  I entered the Colosseum at Caesars Palace and rolled my eyes at the all the Celine merch that was available; Who would walk around in a Celine Dion T shirt unless they were being ironic?  I was too cool, too hip.

Well.

That Celine, man, she can sing. Like, for real.  By the middle of the show I was thinking, Oh I'm buying one of those Celine T shirts.  She was pretty unbelievable.  She did her dramatic hand motions and had her Quebecois accent, and her sparkly outfits were... sparkly, and she had a 28 piece band behind her.  I liked the first half better than the second.  My snarky judgement is that she talks a little too much and finds herself very charming and funny while I do not.  She went on for 5 minutes about crest white strips.  I'm sure its a go-to story and her true fans eat it up.  My aunt didn't know who Celine was going in, and was so relieved when it was over.  She seemed to doze off during the Prince tribute.

My final review: If you like watching amazingly talented musicians ply their craft, go see Celine.  She's a pro, and I am now a fan.  In fact I'm listening to her right now.  I didn't buy a T shirt tho.  But if I had I would wear it proudly.

The rest of the trip was good, the weather was great, the food was excellent, I lost money at the slots as I always do (you don't even want me standing next to you while you gamble.  I'm a jinx.)  Two days is about my Vegas limit.  Maybe three if one of those days is a pool day.

I think one of the keys to me liking Vegas is to go without my husband.  I feel a little freer to order that second drink, and eat where I want to eat, and I don't have to watch bowling.  We'll see, now that I don't hate Vegas as much, maybe we'll go there again.

If it is over 85 degrees, though, I'm out.




Friday, September 15, 2017

Um, Hello? Anyone still here?

Its been two years.

Two years, 4 months and 19 days since I said goodby to you all.  Feels like longer.

I've missed you.  I've missed writing.  I've missed typing.  I've missed the small (very small) amount of fame in my town.  I've missed having a place to complain about my family and my ass and what to make for dinner.

So I've decided to come back.

BORED HOUSEWIFE IS BACK, Y'ALL!

I don't know how I will catch you up on all the happenings of the last two years; they've been mundane, excruciatingly hard, sometimes heartbreaking, but also good - so good - and funny, and warm and full of love and life.  Here's a brief update:

1) I have a moderately successful business doing residential interior design: I finished design school, have clients and love it.  Sometimes I've very busy, and sometimes I'm not.  I haven't quite figured how to make money.  I'm working on it.

2) I'm still married: 21 years now.  Leila has asked me to please never get divorced, and I told her we can't afford it.  But I kinda like the guy.

3) I have a 15 year old daughter with purple hair: Teenage girls are no joke.  Woof. I say a quiet prayer of thanks daily that she doesn't dress like a ho, and she likes school, and isn't on drugs.  More on her later.

4) My loathsome cat, Sunny, died last year, and the same day we got another dog: a puppy named Bryce.  I have two dogs.  I don't know what I was thinking.

5) I have pretty much completely given up on making dinner for my family.  I know what I'm about.

6) I am still a lard ass.  I don't think this will ever change.  I have the appetite of an 8 year-old at a birthday party.

7) I have done some major travel, including India and the Mediterranean, but I wont bore you with travel pics. (unless you really want me to.)

8) My parents are alive and well, but I can report that some of their friends are not.  Getting old is a bitch.

9) We cut the cord, and now I have to buy seasons of Law and Order on iTunes, which I do.  No commercials is my favorite thing about modern life, and I will never go back.  In fact, TV is so good now, I have real problems getting off the couch.

10) I don't know if I have a number 10.  I'm so annoyed and upset by what is going on in the world everyday, and I want to be a positive force.  I want to be kind, and help others be kind, and have some laughs and give some laughs and do what I can.

I hope I still know how to be funny.

I hope I have something to say, (although why should I start now?)

I hope you might still be out there.

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