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This is a good Saturday, one of those yawning days that seems to stretch on forever. Up early, like every Saturday, but blessedly done with most obligations by noon.  Looking forward to going to the bar tonight, for maybe dinner, definitely a few beers.  Hopefully Maureen and Don will pop in, I have yet to hang out with her outside of work, or meet the famed boyfriend, but I'd like to.  I'm on something of a mission, to increase my inner friend circle. We need more "couple" friends, grownups as couples, that we can have barbecues with, go to the bar, whatever.  Intelligent conversation, varied interests, all that happy shit.  Next weekend, Leah and Chris are coming over for the First Official Barbecue of the Season (woo!).  Really excited about both the aspect of a barbecue, and hanging out with them.  Then Maureen's bringing the family over for a 'que, in a few weeks, and the cherry on the awesome Month of May Sundae is Memorial Day weekend, when Jake is coming over, and bringing a trunkful of beers he's been cellaring, including some Nugget Nectar he's laid aside, and possibly a bottle of the fabled Dark Horizon.  He said he's saving them just to share with me. Best friends forever.  Now for the fun of planning menus for all of these get togethers.  I live for entertaining.

Also, my birthday and Mother's Day. Last year they went over with a resounding thunk.  I always expect too much, (like a card from my son, and flowers from my husband) and wind up being disappointed.  All I want this year, is to go camping. I could do with the flowers and nice things, but I'm dying to go camping, I've been trying to plan something since the season started, and I've been getting shit from husband....so maybe I can get bratty about it, around my birthday.  Here's hoping.  My mother noticed the bald tires on my Jeep, and said she wants to buy me tires. I said "do not buy me tires for my birthday"  She said she'd give me money, for tires. I told her I would spend it on booze and whores.  For fucks sake, tires?

I have PMS. I know this, because I've been listening to a solid rotation of Gossip, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Amanda Palmer, and Hole.  That, and my dire need for beef, dark chocolate, and dark beer (even more dire than usual! During this time of the month it goes from a mild want, to a pervasive, almost painful yearning...).  I've also switched from light and floral perfumes to my smoky, sexy badass scents, like Wanda and Vintage.   My hormones swing weirdly, not by moodswings, but by taste changes, and craves. 

Alden has these weird phases he goes through, where one week he's so insanely good, and by good, I mean 360 degrees. Good grades, good bowling scores, excellent behavior, motivated, intelligent, interesting, perky...I mean, it's fucking crazy.  Then, he'll have a week where his IQ drops to below functional, lying, being lazy, acting stupid, trying to get over on everyone, sneaky, shitty grades, shitty bowling scores. Seriously, his bowling scores change when his whole mode dips.  I wish I could find the magic, like we have today, and make it go forever.  I wish I could find where he loses his shit, and help him prevent the downswing.  Days like today, I want to reward him, buy him anything he wants, take him places, spend loads of time with him, and we go like this for awhile...then inevitably he will do something ridiculously stupid (like lying to my face) that brings it all crashing to a halt.  Sometimes, I think the rewards and extras he gets for being awesome (like taking him out for a special lunch, or spending an afternoon playing Magic: The Gathering with him) brings about the crash. Something ego-related.  I hope not.