Yeah.  I have a kid.

Yeah.  I’ve had her for a while.  Over twelve years.

And in all that time, I have not hung with her for a whole summer since she was an infant.  Usually work was the reason.  As a working mom, I put her in camp programs so she could have fun.  And I could.  Um.  Work.

But this summer.  With the, um, work, being somewhat less available, I decided to take advantage of the economic downturn, hang out with my daughter, and juggle my work around her.

It could have been the other way around, but she is getting kind of big.  Almost as big as me.  So.  It has gotten difficult to juggle her.  But that’s the way things go.  Kids do that growing thing.

Luckily, I work for myself.  And when I don’t, work for myself, I work for my daughter.  She is a very good task master and kicks my butt until I do work.  She likes being my boss!  She likes when I feed her.

Actually, I just make the food.  She is capable of getting the food to her mouth by now.  That’s that growing thing I told you about.

There I go digressing again.  Back to the work thing.  Why is my daughter not here kicking my butt?  Oh, yeah.  She’s eating.  Food.  Made.  By.  Me.  I guess I’ll have to kick my own butt and get back on topic.

*Kick*

Ow.  I need to get back to yoga.  Can’t stretch the kick muscle to the sit bones.  Oh, well.  Guess I’ll just digress then.

W8! She just txtd me. Here comes my butt kicking.

“Get 2wok mom!”

“Get 2 wok?”  I texted her back. ” I just fed u, & I don’t feel like whipping up any Chinese Stir Fry @dis point in time.”

“Not wok! Work.”

Spelling is not her strong point.  But that is why on the 1111th day, God created spell check.

“I am working.  I’m blogging about you eating.”

“Oh. Dat is blog wothy”

“What’s a wothy?”

“Mom! >:\”

She h8s when I play dumb about her spelling.

Like in school.  She would have a test.  And she would bring it home with this notation:  “x_____________________ (sing here)

So I would take her test paper and sing to it.

She h8d that.  And would erase sing and write sign.  So then I would sign.  What fun was that?

So she is in here now with her kick feet ready.  I guess we better go out and market Slique with her.  She is a gr8 marketer.  And I will blog wothy about our adventures another time.

…Here is Zill making faces at my blogwothy effots

:~P  ^_^

“MOM!  >:\”

Fun your Way out of the Box!

blog worthy · digress · preteen · spell check · summer vacation · texting

So last night I went with my a couple of my BFFs to watch another friend belly dance.

Wow.

So. I wasn’t expecting world class entertainment.  Because the event was in a nondescript strip mall in Anaheim.   But the advertisements declared otherwise.  The food was raved about.  But there were conflicting reviews on Yelp.  So.  I was expecting tasty eats.  Maybe.  And bad service.  Definitely.

And due to the type of entertainment, I was expecting a full-bar.  What I wasn’t expecting was Grey Goose in a plastic cup.   Good thing I don’t drink vodka.  Instead, I ordered wine in a plastic cup. Much more classy, plastic cup-wise. Except that they ran out of wine right before they got to me. So I had water. In a plastic bottle. Now we are talking classy!

And then they ran out of something in the food arena. We waited for the buffet line to die down. But it grew and grew. Then grew and grew some more. Where did all these people come from? I guess belly dancing buffet food is a big thing in Anaheim.

So we finally got food. And nobody mutinied. Or started a Jihad. The food was actually tasty and fresh. And there were plenty of veggies. Plenty of everything. Except wine. And they had water! So I’m not complaining.

But I digress.

So back to eating. Which was very good.  And then the dancing.  Which was very fun.  And the music.  Which was enchanting!

So. Again. I say I wasn’t expecting world class entertainment. And wasn’t shocked when what I got was, “Housewives Gone Harem!” Would that be a good reality show or what? Whoa!  The women had a lot of spirit, and obviously loved the dance.

Then one of the BFF’s got a little peeved, because one of the dancers was announced as a performer at 5-Star Hotels in Cairo.  She was actually very entertaining IMHO, but I’m not a belly dancing connoisseur.

Yo.

So if she was a 5-Star Cairo Dancer, my BFF said, so was my 12-year daughter, Zill. (Who does not play zills, BTW.)

Now I’ve belly dance classed with Zill, without zills, and a 5-Star Dancer, she ain’t! She popped me in the eye and the chin…. Thank goodness she didn’t have zills. Oh the scars she would have left. But. Ah. What memories.

Yet. Again. I digress.

The highlight of the night was the lady who danced with the burning candles on her head. She was really good!  I also really liked another dancer who was clinking her zills all over the place.  But I’m all about distracting noises like that!

And the second highlight was the lady who came out with a boa constrictor wrapped around her neck. Too bad she dumped the snake so soon. Because once it was gone, her performance choked.

Yeah.

So that was different.

So, really, it was different.  And fun.  My only caution is:  Announcer Lady, this was an adult dance recital.  Next time, keep that in mind.  Just let the Housewives Go Harem, and stop up-selling them as World Class Entertainment.

It’s not your fault that you didn’t know one of the BFF’s was a world-class traveling belly dancing connoisseur.    And yes, you may have been trying to make the dancers feel great, but it makes some audience members–your paying guests–feel uncomfortable and disgruntled.

The truth also makes wine in a plastic cup a little more tolerable.

Fun. Out of the Box. And different.

Where are my zills? I wanna be a Housewife Gone Harem!

belly dance · digress · fun · harem · out of the box