5 posts tagged “the poet”

Hubby and I spent the weekend out of town at The Poet's – when she wasn’t working or sleeping.  We really had a nice time and while we couldn’t really afford the trip, it was well worth it to be with our daughter.  We got to meet all of her work friends and they are wonderful, wonderful, wonderful!  They are all outgoing, smart and funny.  Friday night we went into Steak & Shake around 9:30 or 10:00 and The Poet was our waitress.  She looked so cute in her uniform walking from table to table.  She does a great job balancing trays full of heavy milk shakes and chilli cheese fries. Two of her friends didn’t start work until after 11 and so she directed us to the local sex shop since she knew that I wanted to check it out.  There were actually two, one that she called kind of “skeevy” and the other that was nicer and also had a strip club.  Guess which one we chose to go to?  Yep!  The one with the strip club!  I got my first lap dance and it was great fun.  I’d never been to a titty bar before and it is something I’ve always wanted to do.  How could Hubby tell me no???  LOL  I’ll never be able to hear It's Goin' Down without thinking about that lap dance and if I ever see The Walking Hormone dancing to it again I think I’ll freak out!  ROFL  After the club we went back to Steak and Shake to meet the friends who started their shift after 11 and she told them where we’d been and they all thought it was cool that her Mom went there.  LOL  Hubby and I decided that every time we go to see her, we are hitting the club where it’s goin’ down. 

Saturday while our lovely daughter slept in we went to one of the local wineries and did their free wine tasting and bought 3 bottles.  One is a mead, which is  made from honey.  It is so sweet and so good.  Then we took The Poet mattress shopping.  She bought a mattress and box spring although what she really wanted was a Temperpedic.  She got her mattresses today and she is tickled pink!  Anyway, so then she headed to work and we went in after I got my most recent story submitted and got to meet her manager that she is good friends with.  We went back to The Poet's and I spent a good part of the late evening chatting with Angie on IM and was so happy that we  finally had a chance to catch up a little. 

Sunday Hubby let me sleep in until about 11.  He was up earlier though and The Poet climbed into bed with me to sleep.  At one point I curled up to her and snuggled.  It was rather sweet…too bad someone had to come in the room and ruin the moment by snapping a picture!  She had worked until after 5 a.m. both Friday and Saturday nights, so she got up just to see us off on Sunday and climbed back into bed.  Hubby and I went downtown to have breakfast at this wonderful little bakery.  After that we hit the road and stopped twice on the way home.  Once at a state forest preserve for about 45 minutes of hiking.  And again at an antique shop where I picked up a Christmas present for The Poet and we added to our Santa collection with the purchase of a Mr. & Mrs. Clause salt & pepper set.  They are older and were made in Japan.  If I remember I will post a pic of those tomorrow.  Oh…and LOL as we were trying to decide on whether or not to get them I told Hubby, rather I sang to him, “That’s why I’m leavin’ it up to you” and he sang back, “You decide whatcha gonna do” and I “Now do you want my love”  then both “Or are we through?”  as we were walking through the middle aisle of the antique shop and we both broke out laughing afterwards.  Then on the way home I couldn’t get it out of my head…2 more hours with that damn song going through my head…at least I was able to picture Donny Osmond.

I only wish we could’ve had more time with The Poet, but she does have to work.  The area she lives in is gorgeous and seems to be in the middle of nowhere.  We saw countless numbers of deer and several other animals – a bald eagle; a badger and someone’s pet goose that kept honking at us!  It was hysterical.  I’ll have pics of all that too.  Fall colors aren’t in yet; but I suspect that they will be in about 4 weeks and I would love to be able to go back down for them.

I stayed in bed until after 3 p.m. today.  Oh boy did it feel good to do that!  It has been raining and pouring and storming on and off most of the day…perfect day for staying in bed.  I had to get up though to go to TWH’s volleyball game.  They lost as is the norm. 

When I got in the jeep, it wouldn’t start.  It turns over just fine, but I had to call my wonderful and loving mechanic and have it towed and I don’t even want to know how much I’m going to be into him for this time.  I sat in the jeep crying while I waited for Hubby to pick me up from the school.  He brought me home and I climbed back into bed for an hour and then went and watched TV downstairs with him while I ate all kinds of food that is bad for me.

This is the first I’ve been on the computer all day long.  I think I’ll finish up and go back to bed.  Tomorrow is another day – right now I’m only hoping it is better although I don’t foresee that being the case.

I think I got a few things done today...I think.  After getting back from the volleyball game, in which THW did quite well on a personal level, I took out the garbage, worked on some laundry, took out the dog twice, talked to hubby 3 times, and opened the stack of mail that has been sitting here for over a week!  *eyeroll*  I did some work on the personal finances; although not nearly enough, but I feel like I've actually accomplished something!  The next two days are going to have to be devoted to any writing I may want to do/finish for submission.  I will also have to make a bit of time to get packed up for our trip - that actually shouldn't take too long, I just have to remember to check the weather for where The Poet lives.

Speaking of The Poet, she called me after she got done with her classes today (it seems that Tueday's are becoming a regular with us) and we were chatting away about our upcoming visit, her date tomorrow night and other things and she told me that she is going to the Ani concert on Oct. 13th in Chicago.  Well The Poet lives 5 hours from the Chicago area, which is my part of the country, and I asked her to humor her mother and come spend the night at home and then hit the road early the next morning to get back to her home for a Regina Spektor (sp?) the following evening.  Long lead up to the funny...anyway, so she is telling me how Ani is beautiful, but since she is pregnant now she is even more so and I said, "Women tend to glow when they are pregnant...unless they are with your father."  We both giggled and I told her that he really had a problem finding women who were/are pregnant attractive and that once I started showing with her that we didn't have sex any further.  I think proceeded to tell her that with TWH's father it was the exact opposite.  She said, "Well you know Mom, she does have some dents in her head."  I just about died laughing.  I haven't laughed that hard in forever.  Such a witty daughter!  

OMG!  The Poet and I had the absolute best time this weekend.  I have to admit, just a little guiltily, that I am so glad The Walking Hormone was not home!!!  If she were home The Poet and I would not have had the time that we did.

She got home Friday evening around 6:30 and within about 20 minutes we were out the door for an art exhibit opening.  It was really nice.  I had a couple glasses of wine and some yummy food from the spread available.  The paintings were amazing.  The artist's name is Mary Hackney Wicker.  She was married into the Wicker family of Chicago's Wicker Park fame.  Anyway, she lived in Aurora long ago.  Her granddaughter, Nancy, is the one who owns the art work now and she is loaning it to the museum and Art Commission jointly to display.  There were lots of people and The Poet, Hubby and I were just like butterflies flitting from flower to flower; sometimes enjoying one flower more than the other.  I loved watching The Poet as she was talking to different people.  She is so incredibly prolific, her conversational skills are amazing.  After that opening we headed down the street to an art gallery that was also hosting an opening of sorts.  To kind of quote my daughter, it is a cooler more "must buy the art" type of studio.  In fact, she bought her first painting on Saturday from that gallery.  She found a wonderful one that she loves and since she has the money in the bank she is splurging.  She is really excited because she loves art so much and this is her first real purchase.  I suspect that she will always collect art and that it will always be from local/native artists to wherever she may be visiting.  I can't wait to see what she acquires over the years.

She looks fabulous and just seems to glow!!!  I swear she does.  Her smile is so natural and so real.  I know I've never seen her quite so happy.  We talked and talked and talked until the wee hours of the morning.  We talked about everything from relationships to sex with men to sex with women to masturbation to music to body image to people we know to writing to EVERYTHING!!!  I was up with her until 2:30 a.m. talking.  It was heavenly.

Friday night II was telling her how I had gone into Target on Thursday and was browsing the sale racks for the heck of it and they had some skinny jeans on sale for about $13.  I decided to try them on and took a 10 into the dressing room and while they fit pretty well, I could tell that they would probably be too big in a short time so I went out and got an 8.  OMG!!!  They fit so well.  So she asks, "Did you have camel toe?"  ROFLMFAO!!!!  I looked at her and said, "NO!"  So then she proceeds to tell me how she was trying on a pair of jeans somewhere and "Mom!  They made my ass look sooo good!  But they gave me camel toe!"  I lost it!  I was laughing so hard and she was like, "What???" 

Saturday was just as wonderful and in some ways more magical.  After The Poet got up, we went downstairs so I could teach her how to make sausage gravy.  Mine is really simple - Bob Evans Zesty Sausage; brown it; sprinkle flour over the cooked sausage while still in pan and mix to coat the meat; add milk to desired consistency.  I usually add some black pepper when it is done.  Anyway...so we are standing over the stove breaking up the sausage into the pan together talking, dancing to the music coming from her laptop and laughing.  When it was done, we called Hubby to the table and the three of us sat around the table eating the bisuits and gravy (they also had a biscuit or two with honey).  We talked and laughed more.  I can't even tell you what we all talked about during the making and eating of breakfast.  It was just plain fun.

When we finished eating, The Poet and I got dressed and headed down to the Literary Festival.  I bought 3 books (one I had to go back and pick up today).  They are all autographed by the authors.  She picked up the painting that she bought; a beautiful purple bird.  I think it is a crane or something like that.  Anyway, as we were walking back to the Jeep there were people checking us out - there were 2 men that were rather obvious and even a woman.  It was pretty funny.  The woman at the art studio thought we were sisters.  I love when that happens.  She doesn't though.  LOL  We didn't stay at the festival for very long because we had to get back so I could make twice baked potatoes to take to my Mom's.  We came home and continued our incessant conversation while she bathed and I putzed around. 

We headed over to my Mom's around 5:30 and spent 3 hours there.  The Poet's Dad joined us as well.  Mom made steaks. YUM!  It was quite enjoyable.

The Poet's musical tastes are "expanding".  ROFLMFAO!!!  My lovely daughter has always been something of a music snob.  She's never been much into the mainstream and is always telling her sister how much her music sucks.  So, when she got home she hopped on the computer (big surprise).  She was looking for lyrics.  She says to me, "Mom, remember this for me.  How come every time you come around my London, London Bridge wanna come down."  I about died laughing.  My musically snobbish daughter wanted to remember the lyrics to London Bridge.  She then was telling me about how her friends listen to a lot of that and she is starting to enjoy it.  I teased her that her taste is music has sunk to the level of her sister.  She about died, saying "NO!!!  Don't say that!!!"  LOL  When we were sitting in the office talking ourselves crazy on Friday night she starts asking me if we have this song or that song and she starts looking online for various R&B songs that are rather dancy and sexy.  We downloaded a few from iTunes.  I even made her a mix of the music to take home with her.  It is just too funny.  I am still in shock I think.  But it was so much fun too because that is almost all we listened to this weekend and we were both dancing around the house.  So, so, so fun!!!

She left from my Mom's house around 8:30 last night.  She hit Bloomington by 1:30.  We talked on the phone about 3 times while she was on her way back home.  I still cannot get over just how much we talked this weekend.  It was as if we were really getting to know one another as more than mother and daughter.

Okay, now for a question.  When would you consider a female a woman?  This is something The Poet asked me.  Her Dad and Hubby both said 18.  I disagree with that.  My response to her was that it is something that we (females) grow into.  It doesn't come with a specific age.  We had a nice conversation about girl vs woman vs lady and what each means and how we use each of those words.  We talked about how becoming a woman is not something that can be defined by age or beauty or the physical.  What is your opinion on when a female becomes a woman?  I would be very interested in your thoughts.

I have to admit that it took me a long time to feel like a woman.  I can't pinpoint an age; although I would definitely say it was in my 30's.  Now that I do feel like a woman though, it is a very real part of my identity.  There is a sensuality in feeling like a woman.  There is confidence and knowledge that comes with being a woman.  I am not quite sure how to explain it; but I do believe that it is so much more than words can do justice and can also be beyond complete comprehension since there are so many things associated with being a woman. 

My daughter became a woman to me this weekend.  Not just my daughter, but a woman.  I wish I could fully describe what our time together was like and how much we shared with one another about life and love; sense of self and awareness of others; needs and wants; likes and dislikes...oh my...it was just amazing.  This was a weekend that I will always hold dear to my heart.  It is not one that will ever be forgotten and I will be eternally grateful for what I was given this weekend.

I spent a large part of the day cleaning.  Somebody had to do it.  Hubby spent the morning working on the book for the cemeteries while The Walking Hormone put off every chore and piece of homework that she was supposed to do. 

I did some reading for a while.  I am reading a collection of short stories by Joyce Carol Oates.  The couple that I got through today were very moving.  One was about a white woman who is inextricably in love with her husband, a black man.  He holds a certain power over her even after years of marriage.  Not power in that way; but in a way that draws her in to him.  In the end though she turned her back on him.  And it was the hardest thing she'd ever had to do.  It was sad.

The Poet called me late this afternoon.  We were on the phone for well over an hour!  She was obsessing about her new love interest.  Oh how I miss those first obsessive days, weeks, months.  The waiting and wondering.  I've not heard her like this in so very long.  It was wonderful.  And for her to call me to obsess in that way made me feel so incredibly wanted, needed, loved, appreciated, etc.  One of us would change the subject, but it would always come back around to her new crush.  She is so adorable when she obsesses over a new love.

The Walking Hormone is finally in the tub.  This is about the only thing she's done all day that was on her list of things to do.  She's been rather moody...feeling like nobody is there for her.  You know, at 13, Mom isn't included in the list of people that you think you need.

I've just finished watching The Mermaid Chair on Lifetime.  I've got tears running down my cheeks.  It was a wonderful movie.  I am sure it was a book and I am going to have to find the book and read it!

Hubby has just gotten home.  He attended his friend's funeral tonight.  I should go and see how he is doing and spend a little time with him.  I know he is going to want to use the computer in a while to do some more work on the cemetery book, so I'd better go and get my time with him while I can.

I've made a new friend here on Vox.  I'm rather excited about it since I am still getting used to the in's and out's of it vs. LiveJournal.  I have a certain comfort level on LJ that comes from that having been my first blogging attempt.  Now I have 3 blogs there!  YIKES!  How crazy that seems when just a couple of years ago I was completely opposed to this whole blogging thing when my eldest daughter began using LiveJournal.  Actually, I believe she used another service prior to LiveJournal, but it seems so long ago now that I don't remember what it was.  Yes, my daughter (we need to name her like we did The Walking Hormone.  LOL.  What shall I call this one?  The Poet!  She is a wonderful poetress!!!), The Poet, turned me into the blogging whore that I am today!!!

I find that there are certain things about Vox that I am enjoying...the QOTD's are wonderful.  I like that we can show our books and music, etc.  I'm still getting used to how one goes about finding people with similar interests and making comments back and forth.  I'm not certain that I like the conversational threads as well as I do over at LJ.  On LJ they are quite clear as to who is saying what to whom, etc.  It looks as if it could get a bit confusing here on Vox.

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Hubby and I got up this morning to take The Walking Hormone to volleyball practice and then we headed to a forest preserve near-ish her school.  We took Ginger with us and spent about 1 1/2 hours walking through the woods and fens and prairies.  It was absolutely beautiful!  I saw 4 deer and he saw 1.  The additional 3 that I saw were in the trees while Ginger had him running up ahead on the trail.  It was so peaceful and beautiful in the forest.  I enjoyed that part much  more than I did the fen and prairie.  At one point the wind through the leaves and trees sounded like rushing water.  I just stood still with my arms wide open and inhaled deeply; taking in the smell and soul of all that was around me.  It is the most peaceful I have felt in a number of days and possibly weeks.

The Poet called as we were finishing up our walk and I spent about 20 minutes on the phone with her.  Today is her 19th birthday.  It is the first time I've not been with her on this day.  I do miss her so and that lended itself towards a bit of depression today.  She is so happy though.  Her classes are going well.  She is dropping one.  She is currently at 16 semester hours and working well over 30 hours a week.  In fact, she is working 30 hours just on the weekends.  She has a new budding romance.  Another straight girl!  Why is it that straight girls are always attracted to my lesbian daughter???  I don't understand it.  Yes, she is beautiful and has the most magical smile (I'm biased, but truthful); she is incredibly witty and intelligent.  She is not only right brained, but also left.  Anyway, what is with the straight girls?  LOL  I could go on and on about The Poet, but she doesn't much like it when I do that.  Then again, I don't know if she even knows about this blog...she probably does...she's good that way.

The remainder of the day has been nothing but laziness to an extreme!  Perfect Saturday.  Almost.  Now all I have to do is get laid!!!