Half Baked and Half Naked

Saturday the Hot Boyfriend and I made our way down to the Anaheim Hilton for a friend of his’ wedding. This was not just your standard cookie cutter wedding either, it consisted of two ceremonies and a reception. The first, a traditional Hindu ceremony, was an amazing display of color and typical Hindu ritual. I have worked with Indian people in the past, and have seen a few wedding albums, and knew what to expect, but to actually witness the event was awesome. It truly blows away our American “traditional” wedding by far.

The second ceremony was a traditional Catholic service, followed by cocktail hour and reception. Cocktail hour ended up lasting around two hours, and the reception started late, with dinner finally being served at about 9:15pm. By that point, this pregnant bitch was hungry for some Indian cuisine. However, none was to be had, as Hot Boyfriend and I left prematurely due to some issues which will not be discussed at this juncture. All in all, I had an amazing time, and I got to witness something very beautiful.

Sunday, we packed up the van and drove Kamy down to Lake Elsinor to celebrate another friends birthday. Hot Boyfriend took Kamy for her first ride on a Sea-Do, and she loved every minute of it, urging him to go faster and faster. Thats my girl, a total thrill seeker with no inhibitions. He also took her for her fist boat ride, and she loved every minute of that as well. Seven hours later, we commenced the ride home, minus one birthday boy (long story concluding in his arrest for driving a boat while under the influence), and plus my one gnarly sunburn.

I am paying for my fun today, but it was worth it, just to see how exited my daughter got after taking a ride on those water toys. This will definitely be something we do again and again throughout the summer. It actually made me long for the future days when I can own my own river house and toys to play with. Soon enough, I keep telling myself, soon enough.

Oh yeah, less than 11 weeks to go – YAY!

Anxious,

K

First things first, this past Saturday marked 27 weeks of pregnancy, and so I am nearing the homestretch – YAY, I will soon get to have that long awaited TWO BEERS!!!!! Teehee!

Ok, so anyways, I know it has been over a week since my last post and frankly, I have no excuse. I just didn’t really feel like writing anything. I didn’t feel like there was anything worth while to write about. Lame, I know, but oh well, I am sure you all survived.

Anyways, like I said, nothing seriously interesting was going on last week anyways, but the weekend was a pretty damn good one. Saturday morning, I got Kamy up and took her over to her little friends house for a birthday party in which they took her to Libby Lu; a place where little girls can go and get their hair and “make up” done, and dance around like crazy animals to Hannah Montana.

With me being childless for a portion of the day, the Hot Boyfriend and I decided to go down to Irvine for the KROQ Weenie Roast. We finagled our way in through the vendor parking lot, and through the vendor entrance, and viola! We got in for free. We got in at just the right time too, we got to see Pennywise, Bad Religion, The Offspring, and Metallica. We went up to the lawn area (AKA: the real PARTY), and watched the drunken retards mosh and dance around like idiots. Two of the drunken retards were so drunk, that they got their asses kicked by other random concert goers as they rolled down the hill not once, not twice, but THREE FUCKING TIMES. How drunk do you have to be to get your ass kicked three separate times by three different people?

Fucking men cant hold their liquor, I swear.

All in all, it was a good show, definitely worth the price of admission – oh wait, that’s right, we didn’t pay, so it was definitely worth us sneaking in for! I have never seen Bad Religion, Pennywise, or Metallica and I thoroughly enjoyed myself. If only I wasn’t pregnant, we would have “found” our way into the VIP area, we just figured it was too obvious of a bust this time around.

After the show, Hot Boyfriend and I stopped by Ree’s house, to hang with my two favorite alcoholics, Ree and Lush. They had just spent some quality time at Benihana taking saki bombs, and we met up with them and headed to another dive bar (inside joke: “You have your baby, in a bar?!”). After everyone else had a couple of beers, we took the girls home and got our asses back to the 909 (where we live), to go to bed. All in all, a damn good Saturday.

87 days til I have this little monster,

K

Here is a link to the Today show interview with Dooce. It kind of sucks that she didn’t get to be interviewed by Al Roker though, that would have made for a great post!

I Heart Dooce,

K

So, last week during all the chaos, I checked my email account, and much to my surprise, I got my first HATEMAIL responses! Actually, they were left as comments, but since I have to approve my comments, I had the chance to read them before I let them be posted. To be quite honest, I feel absolutely validated for all of my efforts in the blogosphere now – because I am a true masochist to the heart.

The responses came to a post I wrote WAY back in November, called Good Enough. In the post, I was basically admitting my ever growing love for Amy Lee and her band, Evanescence. Yes, I did say she was emo, and probably needed some anti-depressants, but really, who in their right mind doesn’t think that?

Well, apparently there is one moron out there who took my post as some sort of lesbian-stalker style post, and got offended at the fact that I STATED THE TRUTH. How dare I do that on my own personal blog? Oh, the audacity of me to write my own opinion, which is shared by pretty much every other SANE person I have met. I figured all you faithful, intelligent, and non retarded readers might be amused by these comments, so I am going to be nice and post what she left me. I have faith that you all are like I am, and you are going to laugh your asses off at just how offended she got regarding the post.

“hey, who ever calls her a poor depressed woman is  wrong,have any of you guys watch any where but home??? well she not depressed her music is away of expressing her fealings and it’s really good music. so fuck you Amy lee rocks”

Let us not get started on the fact that this girl clearly cannot spell, or use proper grammatical practices – she must have been in the midst of a really crazy breakdown at the fact that I wrote the post. But, after reading this first one, I was surprised by the fact that she felt it was necessary to throw this one in for good measure:

“she not lesbaid shes married you have an obsession with her, i bet if she ever met you she would be really freaked out!!”

My only question regarding  this one: What is a LESBAID? I resisted the temptation to write back to this girl, and set her straight on the fact that she is clearly a moron, but I am printing these two comments out, and hanging them on my wall of fame, along with the letters of denial I got from Notre Dame University back in high school, and the picture of my first “real” boyfriend in high school – Pete (he dumped my because I wouldn’t let him put his hands down my pants).

Oh yeah, if anyone wants her email address, I have it, so just write me, and I will be happy to share it with you!

I really do feel validated,

K

On Friday, April 25, my niece entered this world. At 7:36pm, she was born; weighing 6lbs 12ozs, an 20.5 inches long. She is the most tiny, gorgeous, fragile little being – and I love her SO much!

I cant wait to spoil her,

K

Found out today that my niece will be here sooner than we think! My brothers g/f is dilated to 3 already, and her doctor thinks it will be any time now!

I am so excited!!!

Anxious,

K

Saturday night was spent at some relatives house for a surprise birthday party for my Uncle. The 50’s themed party went off pretty well, with my uncle doing his best to look surprised when he walked into the party he already knew about. No one had tipped him off, but he figured it out on his own at some point, and never let anyone know. By the end of the night, my uncle was piss ass drunk and making a fool of himself in only the best way. Good times.

Sunday, however, was a much more busy day. After getting up early to stuff 12 goody bags, I had to run errands to pick up Kamys birthday cake, some 2 liters of soda, a birthday card (how I forgot that I will never figure out), and some birthday donuts for breakfast. By 11am we were loaded in the car and on our merry way to the party venue for the 6 year old birthday bash 6 weeks in the making.

Much to my disappointment, only 5 of the invited 25 guests actually showed up for the party. I should not have been surprised, since the five who showed were the only five who actually did RSVP. I guess I was just let down by the family members who never even bothered to call, even though my daughter and I have attended every one of their parties.

Regardless of the class-less people who didn’t show up, my 6 year old had SO MUCH FUN. She ran around like a banshee and got crazy with all the kids who did show up, and then chowed down on her pizza and cake before opening the mound of presents brought to her by the family and kids that did show up. She was spoiled, and it didn’t seem to phase her that the party was unattended by more than 75% of the guest list.

Later that evening, seven of us piled in our cars and drove to Wabi Sabi, a teppan steakhouse somewhat like Bennihana for her celebratory dinner. Yes, my 6 year old loves this place. She loves the “big fire” and the “volcano” and the cool knife tricks that our cook does. Her favorite part is trying to catch a piece of zucchini that he flips off his spatula through the air into her mouth. She didn’t actually catch it, but she laughed each time he tried. Over all it was a good day and night, and she really was spoiled. The gift giving spilled over into Monday, with two kids from her school bringing her gifts in lieu of not attending her party, and another of my cousins coming over after she got out of school to give Kamy more gifts.

I feel like I accomplished my mission to give her a good birthday; which will be the last one she has before she is no longer the only child/grandchild. My niece is due in 15 days, and my second daughter will be here in less than 4 months; then Kamy’s world will totally change, so I feel like I need to make these last few months as fun as I can for her.

I’m trying,

K