Vortex Party!

So, we go to L5P yesterday, as is our ritual. At the Vortex, Amy comes over to hang out while she’s waiting for her man to pick her up and we chat. She mentions that the Vortex party was going on and the store would close early. Krista and Stephanie show up and we’re all talking about the party and Krista pipes up with “Hey! You guys want to come to the party tonite? I think we’ve got extra tickets!” Lo and behold, Nikki hands us our ticket to attend the party at Loca Luna! W00t!

It’s a fancy shmancy deal, so we get all gussied up and head to Midtown. What FUN! They had cash bars (who could possibly afford to buy booze for that crowd!) with Kingsized playing great music. [CAUTION, the site will blast you with nasty embedded music that will NOT shut off! The site wouldn’t even load up the video for me, so I suggest skipping over the index very quickly.] Everyone looked fabulous and everyone got drunk. The karaoke was the BEST I’ve ever seen! Not the singers, but the guy who actually does the karaoke. He is a singer himself and he despised the usual horrible karaoke tracks so he went and made many of them himself. The result is that his selection is awesome and the music is really good.

Brian turned out to be the Karaoke HO, he was up there for every song – whether it was his or not! LOL We girls did Lady Marmalade (and Brian the Karaoke Ho, natch) and Nick and I (AND Brian) did Stop Draggin My Heart Around. Tee!!

We met Michael Benoit himself and he was very personable. He doesn’t even smoke and yet he stands up for the rights of smokers to do what they please. Yay Benoit!! We told him how much we support his stance and that’s how we became regulars. He was pleased!

We hung out with our L5P Vortex peeps Barb, Stephanie, Krista, Nikki, Brian, Oz and all the rest. FUN! We missed Amy and her guy – hope they made it out!

Thanks to the Vortex for having us and don’t forget: WOO! WOOHOO! :-)

Ups and Downs

Finally the end of 2006 is near. I’m feeling very up and down lately, as you ascertain from my posts. UP: 3 new jobs = mo’ money! DOWN: I’m tired and cranky quite often and stressed out the rest of the time. UP: Yule shopping is mostly done! DOWN: Damn, I have to wrap and ship this shit!

I’m still a slave to my hormones and that’s probably the root of the issue. My acupuncturist tells me that a hysterectomy is bad and I should just drink my nasty tea and continue with the acutorture. It still hurts and it also seems to work, so I’ll probably stick with it for now. I’m just SO tired of a period every 2.5 weeks. It sucks. Poor Nick, he gets the worst of it, I’m afraid.

Eh, well, this post serves no purpose other than to explain my mood swings and lack of posting.

There you have it.

Oh, so very busy!

Well, I’m doing some updating and fiddling with settings around here tonite since I’ve finished Oracle and I have a minute. I’ve not had any time for blogging the past few weeks because:
1. It’s the end of the period for the Moon. Lots of work!
2. Oracle has to be put up. Lots of work!
3. New web and logo client needs the logo asap.
4. Another new client wants a site refresh asap.
5. There’s another web gig in Feb from the web/logo client.
6. Trying to put together the Moon xmas party.
7. Working on the benefit for Sarah in January.

And that’s just external stuff! There’s also xmas presents to create/buy, birthdays to handle and xmas decorating to do. Russ, we need the xmas script for the gift xchange!

OY! I have to stop writing about this or I’ll get stressed out!

Suffice it to say I’m hella busy and if you need me, either call me or email me. Duuuude, I’m, like, too busy for YEW!

:-)

Divorce

Dear Uterus:

We’ve had a long, tumultuous time together. We’ve tried for years to work things out, but it’s just not happening. I think it’s time to move on.

I want a divorce.

I’m filing under “Irreconcilable Differences”.

If you do not cease and desist immediately, I will be forced to evict you.

You’ve been warned.

Any arguments can be directed to my [our] gynecologist.

Sincerely,

Angela

Family Shmamily!

So, I was thinking about the reasons why some people just can’t seem to disengage from their families and live their own lives. There’s a million excuses, but I think it boils down to just a few main tracks.

1. Men. Many, many men have mommy fixations. Being the oldest and a girl, I have firsthand experience with this phenomenon. Mothers dote on boys, period. If there’s only one child, a boy, then he’s pretty much doomed to be spoilt rotten. It may not be an obvious spoiling, but it’s there. If there is more than one boy, then one will be the Golden Child and the other boys will piss and moan about him. If there’s a boy and a girl, the boy will be the Golden Child, whether he’s the oldest or not.

2. Mothers. Mothers are the root of the aforementioned mommy fixations, mainly by the use of the Apron Strings. Men love to be waited on and mothers have a knack for catering to boys in many subtle ways. They also plant notions of supremacy and narcissism in boys’ heads. I’ve also seen several instances of mothers using this technique to keep daughters in line. I know a couple of girls who are domineered by their mothers, whether they are next door or across the world.

3. Immaturity. I think that many people are simply not mature enough to live their own lives without parental input. This one is by far the most prevalent in my observations. I know so many adults who spend a large amount of time and energy trying to either placate their parents or weave intricate tales of lies to cover for their chosen lifestyle. I also see many people who have the staunch belief that if they are not completely involved in family and/or parental affairs, the family will fall apart. To me, this seems a bit narcissistic and overly dramatic. The fact is this: your parents got along just fine without your ass before you came along, so why do you think that they can’t possibly function if you have your own, separate life? I think most parents expect their offspring to grow up, move out and get their own lives.

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