Repeat Offender

I’m so overwhelmed by the amount of blogs I’m reading right now and I don’t have that kind of time, people, NOT AN EXTRA MINUTE! Just when I get all cozy with the familiars of one blog, a link on their site leads me to another one and another one and another one and I’m sucked in. I wouldn’t say I’m addicted because I will go days without checking in to see if I’ve missed anything but, dang it, my Bookmark – Kids category is all full up! I never got in to soap operas, reality TV programming, or any weekly series on the boob tube but I find myself reading and reading and smiling and frowning and hoping and wishing and cussing and good grief, it’s too much! What has the internet done to me? I seriously wish I could stop but it’s not that simple and I can’t explain why. But keep blogging ‘cause I’ll keep reading.

I’ve been lucky, lucky enough to have gone out on the town two nights in a row so far this week! Tuesday was the birthday of a girlfriend I’ve known since first grade. We indulged our debaucherous desires at Cork & Co., a newly opened wine bar downtown and launched into the evening by sampling the “Effervescent” champagne flight, a collection of cheeses with nuts and dried cherries and capped it off with truffles. "Hello unfriendly bikini thighs!" They have a box of cards on each table stuffed with questions to ask members of your party. It was an interesting way to reminisce and get reacquainted. We then finished the evening at Kenichi where we were treated to sushi gratis (she works at a downtown hotel and the owners owe her some favors in the form of free eats and adult beverages). The meal turned in to porno sushi very quickly as they had a rowdy chef visiting from Japan who talked about his “California Roll” every chance he could, greeted guests with a zucchini handshake, and organized a naughty birthday dessert complete with two scoops of ice cream, fried shreds of coconut and a giant fried banana all arranged to resemble the male gentailia. I now wonder what sort of perks my girlfriend offers at her hotel. It was nuts (no pun intended)! Last night, I was out with the hubby and I made a return trip to Cork with him in tow. We indulged in red wine flights and played with the question cards on the table. I think those things are a great way for a couple that’s been together for a while to discuss other topics outside of the norm (baby, what’s for dinner, grocery lists…), thoughts, beliefs, philosophies, etc. The final question of the evening that I drew was “What is the most difficult thing you have ever done?” Hubby answered piano playing, a challenge that he has been working on for some time with great results but it’s an ongoing learning curve. I answered, “Living through my parents divorce,” and it wasn’t until I spoke those words that I realized how much that event had informed my entire life thus far. The break up was a moment when all that I knew, trusted, felt protected by, believed in, and loved turned on its head and seemed unfamiliar and uncertain. I was about 11 or 12. Suddenly everything was presented in divisions of time, strange locations, new homes, unfamiliar faces, bundles of emotion and guilt. The landscape of my world changed and all sense of reality was altered. I guess I realize the significance of this now because I am a mother and I know how much my son depends on me for everything. It would break my heart to ever have to take any of the things I am here to provide him away or change them without complete disclosure. I don't know. It's complicated. Life is complicated but I am doing my best.