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stoney321New York. This weekend there will be a convergence as predicted in the stars: chaos, orgies, and Broadway. Off-Broadway, but prophecies leave a little wiggle room, right? And I can go! Technically. The three-year old has had nightmares for two weeks now about being left in dark rooms, about mommy and daddy dying, of people going away, and started wetting the bed, too afraid to get up in the dark for fear. And for the past month, either my husband or I have gone away on the weekends. Steady readers know Mr. Stoney travels every week, which hurts little Em's heart, to boot.
So.
No NY for me. Have to be a good mommy and not a super fun fangirl. Such is life.
On a happier note, it is sunshiney, low wind, and am waiting for Emily to wake up so we can go on a big walk (hopefully) take a picture of the herons at the lake, then yard work, which pleases me.
And I realized I failed to mention that I was shat upon by a parrot yesterday. Three times. (Saw friend, has parrot - she didn't get the memo that older, single women should have CATS, not birds - "Calypso" apparently loved me so much that she could just "really relax" with me. And granted, the bird was beautiful - rainbow colors, head rubbing on my neck which tickled - then a curious warmth on my back. She replied, "oopsie!" wiped me, then left me alone. With the bird. Who shat on me. Two more times. And I don't know what to do. And I'm holding my fingers out and saying, "step up! Step up!" to get her off my shoulder and OMFG quit SHITTING on me, but she won't move, she just rubs her beak on my ear, rubs her feathered head on my neck and SHITS AGAIN. "Come on, Emily! Time to go home!" So no errands for me yesterday because I had to take a Karen Silkwood shower.)
Maybe the bird was getting back at me for putting her on the Barbie horse and making her "take a ride" for the amusement of my daughter. But laws, it was funny.
So.
No NY for me. Have to be a good mommy and not a super fun fangirl. Such is life.
On a happier note, it is sunshiney, low wind, and am waiting for Emily to wake up so we can go on a big walk (hopefully) take a picture of the herons at the lake, then yard work, which pleases me.
And I realized I failed to mention that I was shat upon by a parrot yesterday. Three times. (Saw friend, has parrot - she didn't get the memo that older, single women should have CATS, not birds - "Calypso" apparently loved me so much that she could just "really relax" with me. And granted, the bird was beautiful - rainbow colors, head rubbing on my neck which tickled - then a curious warmth on my back. She replied, "oopsie!" wiped me, then left me alone. With the bird. Who shat on me. Two more times. And I don't know what to do. And I'm holding my fingers out and saying, "step up! Step up!" to get her off my shoulder and OMFG quit SHITTING on me, but she won't move, she just rubs her beak on my ear, rubs her feathered head on my neck and SHITS AGAIN. "Come on, Emily! Time to go home!" So no errands for me yesterday because I had to take a Karen Silkwood shower.)
Maybe the bird was getting back at me for putting her on the Barbie horse and making her "take a ride" for the amusement of my daughter. But laws, it was funny.
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Date: 2005-04-12 08:00 am (UTC)and push your husband out of the bed onto the floor, just to make you feel better. You're a good mommy. It's tough when your husband is away a lot. Mine just left for 3 days and the kids were all, "whatever", so they're getting old enough to not care quite so much.LOL with the parrot! I was cracking up. I thought at first your exclamation of dismay was a link, and I sure was wondering where it was going to go. A pic of the evidence of wrong-doing? A bird poop web site? Hee! Karen Silkwood. ::giggles some more::
Step up! STEP UP!!!!
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Date: 2005-04-12 08:21 am (UTC)You know, Mr. S travels a lot... No need to bed-kicking. Unless you would PREFER to time a visit when he's home. *eyes you appreciatively*
You can live through me vicariously when I'm boozing it up in SF in September with a few of the NY-trip girls and Dovil. Wheee!!
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Date: 2005-04-12 08:08 am (UTC)And ew! Parrot bad! Also, that was kinda rude of your friend who didn't, um, come back and take care of her parrot .... *throws tarp over you*
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Date: 2005-04-12 08:22 am (UTC)Dude, I am SO sad about not hooking up with all of you. But such is life. *plans to drink a lot and make Mr. S recite Shakespeare in his britches*
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Date: 2005-04-12 08:24 am (UTC)love the icon xx
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Date: 2005-04-12 09:18 am (UTC)It's a promo pic from Slag Heap.
Happy Nick Brendon's b-day!!!
Date: 2005-04-12 08:31 am (UTC)I'm sorry you can't go to New York. Really. No, for real, I'm not kidding. VK in NYC? I would have been excited for you to go. Bit jealous about you getting to meet some of the chickens, but otherwise...you're a great mom. I don't care if they do run around in nothing but Barbie slippers, pajama tops and 3 day-old Kool-Aid 'staches.
But September? No kidding aside - I will be on your doorstep, suitcase and plane ticket in hand - waiting for yo uto take me to see
Nerd.
Date: 2005-04-12 09:20 am (UTC)And wearing aught but a diaper. And cowboy boots. And Kool-Aid stains. Two colors. Three days apart.
Happy NB day to you!! I know this is a big day for your people. Hee!
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Date: 2005-04-12 08:55 am (UTC)Really, though? A weekend in New York will be over and done, but a three-year-old with nightmares could become a permanent gig, if the separation anxiety and so forth isn't dealt with intensively. You're making the right decision for everyone's happiness in the long run, yadda yadda, and doesn't it just stink.
Julia, cold wet bright green day with a prospect of thunderstorms
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Date: 2005-04-12 09:22 am (UTC)Thunderstorms!! Got everything outside done? Got a pot of soup and crusty bread? Oh, man, that sounds good.
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Date: 2005-04-12 09:34 am (UTC)My parents were very neglectful, and as a consequence raised four very insecure, fucked-up people. For example, their solution to my bed-wetting, night-terrors abandonment issues was to put me in boarding school. I wish I'd had a mother like you, and I'm so glad you're there for Emily now.
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Date: 2005-04-12 09:39 am (UTC)So, the answer for solving your abandoment issues was to abandon you?
*mothers you ALL UP*
*with brownies and milk after school and everything*
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Date: 2005-04-12 09:49 am (UTC)Sorry to shovel this into your LJ. My point is that your sacrifices are appreciated by someone, even if Emily will never truly understand what you're giving her.
Let's put our parents in a home together and make them look after each other!
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Date: 2005-04-12 10:11 am (UTC)My dad left everything to mom (he was working 20 hours a day, after all) and mom was just pissed that she couldn't do what and when she wanted whenever. And made no bones about it with us kids. For starters. And those were the good years.
Em and I are going to the nursery to buy a "special flower" to put in the garden. So she knows mom loves her. At least, I'm telling her that, but really I just want some new plants.
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Date: 2005-04-12 10:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-04-12 02:33 pm (UTC)::and possibly undress you at night, if you want::
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Date: 2005-04-12 02:40 pm (UTC)You and Stoney are angels, and excellent mothers, and I kiss you all over.
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Date: 2005-04-12 10:12 am (UTC)You called! I didn't call back. Because I suck. Which is why large birds seek me out and poop on me. OR MAYBE IT WAS SENT BY YOU AND YOUR LUCK IS LOOKING UP.
Capital letters are our friends. Because we have no one else, Dooki. NO. ONE. ELSE.
Except birds who ride Barbie horsies.
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Date: 2005-04-12 07:10 pm (UTC):-D
;_;
;-)
:(
WTF?
BBQ?
\m/ ^_^ \m/
How did you ruin Christmas again? BY SHOWING UP??
I have 50.
I forgot.
LOL!
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Date: 2005-04-12 10:00 am (UTC)Yeah, and I'm sharing the non-love of parrots. I had a friend with a beautiful bird that shat everywhere. And she had toddlers!
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Date: 2005-04-12 10:14 am (UTC)It's not that I don't *love* parrots, more that I don't love being shit on. But honestly? Wouldn't own a bird. Just prefer seeing them flit about outside, rather than have them in my house chittering and squawking. The kids make enough noise, I thank you.
Oopsie!
Date: 2005-04-12 11:13 am (UTC)I would pay to see that.
And Heh! Silkwood. Dang bird and it's curious warmth!
Re: Oopsie!
Date: 2005-04-12 07:09 pm (UTC)Step up! STEP UP!!!
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Date: 2005-04-12 12:07 pm (UTC){{{hugs}}} to the mommy. I know how you feel, I really do.
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Date: 2005-04-12 07:08 pm (UTC)Then the curious warmth. And the look of shock on my host's face.
*washes whole self AGAIN*
*hugs you - once I am clean OMG, out OUT damn SPOT!*
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Date: 2005-04-12 01:18 pm (UTC)Sorry to hear about your trip. We have to do what we have to do. Poor baby. She obviously is having a tough time right now. Hope she feels a little better about the dark soon. I know how she feels. I still sleep with a light on so it's not totally dark.
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Date: 2005-04-12 07:07 pm (UTC)Oh, yeah, and the traveling every week. ;-D
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Date: 2005-04-12 02:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-04-12 07:06 pm (UTC)BLECH!!!
*takes yet ANOTHER shower*
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Date: 2005-04-12 04:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-04-12 07:05 pm (UTC)We had a snuggly day. Maybe I can give her a pony, make her think things are fine, then sneak off? :-D
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Date: 2005-04-12 04:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-04-12 07:03 pm (UTC)*Fed-Ex's a camera phone to SOMEONE (omg!) to take illicit underwear/stage writhing photos for me*
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Date: 2005-04-12 05:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-04-12 05:35 pm (UTC)rassen frassen mid-afternoon margaritas
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Date: 2005-04-12 07:04 pm (UTC)*tips my Mojito in your direction*
Rassle frassen childless lesbians living the life *I* want*
*settles for YOU pinching ME on the bum*
*points up to post*
Apparently it's whole-hand grab-worthy. :-D