Wanted: Friends

Saturday, October 25, 2008

So some gals post personal ads for boyfriends when they're unsatisfied with the current state of their romantic relationships right? Well I'm posting a personal ad for friends. There, I've said it. I'm trolling for friends. Not like "casual encounters" friends cuz I'm all stocked up in the sexual satisfaction department. Just plain old friends. Just a few good acquaintances who could turn into good friends if all goes well. Not because I'm currently desperately friendless and alone, holed up in the dark with internet porn or anything like that. No, no. I've got plenty of acquaintances and a few really good friends. It's just that my friends and I have always sort of been on different pages in le livre de vie. When my peers were in college and reveling in all things Frat Boy and Spring Break-y, I was home raising babies and reveling in all things Barney. But now that my babies are getting older (12 and 10 respectively) and my social life is becoming viable again, all my friends have decided to up and have babies. I stayed in when they went out. Now I want to go out and they're staying in. I'm only 31 and 31 is far to young to be feeling the pinch of limited social options.

I'm not looking to get back to the aforementioned Frat Boy era of yesteryear. In fact, I thank my lucky stars I missed all that. I'm just looking for some mellow chicas to hang with on occasion. I'm actually quite fun, or so I've been told. Here's a bit about me: I read a lot. I write, though not nearly as often as I should. I really want to play with papier mache and paint. I'm learning to knit. I'm not fancy or high maintenance. I'll never own a Coach Bag. I am of the unwavering opinion that Thick is the new, improved, jucier and far more delicious version of thin. I'm bringin' sexy back. I'm in the throes of a love/hate literary relationship with Henry and Anais. I spend many, many hours bowlside playing Bettie/Skate Momma. I heart classic pin up girls. I love New York. I hate L.A. I only wash my hair once a week because the dirtier it gets, the cuter it looks. Sometimes I play dress up when I have the house to myself. I'm not really tech-y. I can play approximately 6.5 chords on a guitar. I have some blessed, new-found free time with which I'd like to do something socially and spiritually relevant, but - alas - to date I've been only a Slacktivist: all idea(l)s, no legs. I'm no good at mincing words. I'm no good at dancing but I dont' let it stop me. I drink my PBR straight from the pounder can. Even before it was trendy, I had a thing for scarves. I'm a good Momma and my kids are good kids. I'm a good little wifey and my hub's a great guy. My jokes are laced with wit and sarcasm. I smoke more than I ought to. There is no blouse on earth that can contain my cleavage so I've given up trying. I love camping. I like Scrabble, but I loooooove Upwords. I never remember the rules to card games. I never remember album/artist names. Tattoos make me happy. And so on, and so on, ad nauseum.

I'm looking for a compatible Pittsburgh-based female with whom to share some or all of the following: Happy Hours , Knitting Circles, Free Movies in the Park with kiddos, babysitting duties, bread recipies, occasional saturday nights out with our significant others, bad jokes, good books, ridiculous anecdotes on motherhood/housewifery, funny youtubes, 80's night dance-till-you-sweat-a-thon's, camping trips, beers and board games on the porch, a hand to squeeze when getting inked etc. Oh, and smart conversation, too; I like my women all nice and educated-like (but you must not condescend to me for opting to be Stay Home Momma for the time being. Oh, and you also can't tsk-tsk me for being kinda Tits Out sometimes because, if you've been paying attention you'll remember what I said about the cleavage.)

If this sounds like you, drop me a line. We'll go on a Girl Date!

It's In His Genes

Thursday, May 29, 2008


The Eldest has inherited many traits from me: a slightly crooked front tooth, a hair-trigger temper, unruly hair, unparalleled genius.

And now, drumroll please, Craigslist Savvy. Just like his Ol' Momma, he can pretty much wish a Craigslist posting into existence and have the WhateverItIs home before anyone else even knows it was up for grabs. Case in Point: he found this yesterday. It was FREE. And now it's his. I'm convinced it was there just because he wanted it to be. Words cannot express how proud I am.

Now we just have to figure out how to get this monstrosity home.

Just when I get to feeling old and boring....

Wednesday, May 28, 2008


.....I am reminded that we are sometimes fun and often adorable. And that we have huge heads, of course, but that goes without saying.

Call me a BragHag if you will....

Friday, May 23, 2008


...but, man, my kid is too smart for his own good. He's NINE. And he doodled this.

Breakfast, Schmreakfast

Since I'm all Stay-at-Home Momma again, I've been reveling in getting my Domestic on. This morning I woke up early to prepare a fancy sit down family breakfast. On a school day. I'd baked a loaf of bread the day before. That's right. Baked it. Myself. I wanted to put it to use before it went stale. So I made those lucky, loved, looked-after boys Vanilla French Toast on a school day and felt damn smug about it too. Can you say June Freakin' Cleaver?

The Wee One opted out of the French Toast Festivities and chose Corn Pops instead. And The Eldest refused to sit at the table and instead sulked up the stairs with his plate, dripping a trail of syrup the whole way.

Rhetorical question: is it ever okay to call your kids Douchebags?

Harumph.

Reasons I just might suck at being a Mommy Blogger

1. I'm so far past it that I can't remember any witty things to write about potty training.

2. I can't really write about pregnancy because I'm not pregnant and not planning to be. Ever again. And the only thing I really remember about being pregnant, anyway, is that my ankles looked ridiculous and my cans looked awesome.

3. I'm not exactly sure what an RSS feed is. Any Super Mom Bloggers wanna help me with this?

Mom, can I borrow your Chucks and your Clearasil?

The Eldest and I wear the same size shoes now. And we're both getting acne at the same time. WTF? You'd think that almost 12 years into this whole parenting thing, I'd have come to terms with the fact that its all kinds of weird.