Now despite my lack of appreciation for folks who've been known to simply go by "W" and my lack of success with men named William, I have to say I was absolutely tickled to come across the note from her "boyfriend."
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Young Love . . .
I'm embarassed to say my six year old has a better social life than I do, but it's the truth. When we were going through her Valentine's stash Friday night, in addition to the usual Hannah Montana valentines, I found the following note . . .
Now despite my lack of appreciation for folks who've been known to simply go by "W" and my lack of success with men named William, I have to say I was absolutely tickled to come across the note from her "boyfriend."
Now despite my lack of appreciation for folks who've been known to simply go by "W" and my lack of success with men named William, I have to say I was absolutely tickled to come across the note from her "boyfriend."
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Mission Accomplished
Yesterday was a big day for the Boucek girls. K had her very first sleepover and I got to meet Bill Clinton. The events were, respectfully, the best things to happen to us all week.
Due to my overnighter in Richmond, K spent the night with the neighbors. She has fallen asleep there before, but always got picked up late at night and woke up in her own bed. My big girl made it through her milestone with flying colors. We are thinking about hosting a sleepover on Saturday with one of her friends from school and I am seriously hoping we have made the first step towards reciprocal sleepovers, which in turn means I may actually get to leave the house after 7:00 p.m. more than twice a year.
My night in Richmond was wonderful. I went to an annual Democratic fundraiser which has most aptly been described by one of my friends as a dysfunctional family reunion. It lived up to the hype.
Former President Bill Clinton gave the keynote address before they even served dinner. He was awesome. While I failed in my attempt to score tickets to the VIP reception before dinner, just being in the same room as Bill made the trek worthwhile. Love him or hate him, the man gives a hell of a speech. My night got better when I hit the rope line after his speech and, in addition to several close up photos, I got to shake the man's hand. None of my pictures actually included me and Bill together, but I did manage to get in the background of someone else's shot and after stalking her through the crowd back to her table, I'm hopeful she will remember to e-mail me a copy as promised.
Once things settled down, my new Congressman (whom I adore) got a chance to speak as he introduced our senior Senator, Jim Webb (who I also adore due to his habit of being a straight shooter and his unwaving support of veterans . . . including being the man behind the new GI Bill).
As if my night wasn't good enough, I got to spend the next two hours with my friends Dominic, Brent, Anna and Sean attending several receptions for our statewide candidates followed by a trek down the block to crash the after party of our junior Senator (and former Governor), Mark Warner. The evening was topped off hanging out in the hotel lounge until closing with several old (and some new) friends. Since I only get to dress up and act like a real grown up about 4 nights a year, it was delightful to make the most of it.
Oh, and as a side note, I managed to look absolutely stunning in my polka dot dress. This dress not only got me my first date in 19 years when I wore it New Year's Eve, it also scored me two free drinks from a nice union guy last night. I'm now thinking of wearing it every time I leave the house.
Due to my overnighter in Richmond, K spent the night with the neighbors. She has fallen asleep there before, but always got picked up late at night and woke up in her own bed. My big girl made it through her milestone with flying colors. We are thinking about hosting a sleepover on Saturday with one of her friends from school and I am seriously hoping we have made the first step towards reciprocal sleepovers, which in turn means I may actually get to leave the house after 7:00 p.m. more than twice a year.
My night in Richmond was wonderful. I went to an annual Democratic fundraiser which has most aptly been described by one of my friends as a dysfunctional family reunion. It lived up to the hype.
Former President Bill Clinton gave the keynote address before they even served dinner. He was awesome. While I failed in my attempt to score tickets to the VIP reception before dinner, just being in the same room as Bill made the trek worthwhile. Love him or hate him, the man gives a hell of a speech. My night got better when I hit the rope line after his speech and, in addition to several close up photos, I got to shake the man's hand. None of my pictures actually included me and Bill together, but I did manage to get in the background of someone else's shot and after stalking her through the crowd back to her table, I'm hopeful she will remember to e-mail me a copy as promised.
Once things settled down, my new Congressman (whom I adore) got a chance to speak as he introduced our senior Senator, Jim Webb (who I also adore due to his habit of being a straight shooter and his unwaving support of veterans . . . including being the man behind the new GI Bill).
As if my night wasn't good enough, I got to spend the next two hours with my friends Dominic, Brent, Anna and Sean attending several receptions for our statewide candidates followed by a trek down the block to crash the after party of our junior Senator (and former Governor), Mark Warner. The evening was topped off hanging out in the hotel lounge until closing with several old (and some new) friends. Since I only get to dress up and act like a real grown up about 4 nights a year, it was delightful to make the most of it.
Oh, and as a side note, I managed to look absolutely stunning in my polka dot dress. This dress not only got me my first date in 19 years when I wore it New Year's Eve, it also scored me two free drinks from a nice union guy last night. I'm now thinking of wearing it every time I leave the house.
Saturday, February 7, 2009
Celebrity Stalker
I am a celebrity stalker. Not celebrities as in Paris Hilton, but the real people who make a difference, politicans and other public officials.
A quick visit to the "Mics Political Pics" album on my facebook page will attest to this. I have shaken hands with our new President and I've met (and had my picture taken with) John Edwards (before the scandal), Wesley Clark, Helen Thomas, and George Stephanopolis. Two of the three current Democratic candidates for Governor, Brian Moran and Terry McAulliff have been to my house. Our new Congressman, Glenn Nye, met most of the party faithful for the first time at the VB Dems Holiday party at my house in 2007 and K lost her first tooth at one of his house parties. Yes, I am a celebrity stalker and love every minute of it.
This afternoon I am heading to Richmond for the state party's annual Jefferson Jackson Day diner. I wasn't going to go this year because tickets are steep , the economy sucks and my refinance is taking waaaay longer than expected. All that changed when I got the call that former President Bill Clinton was this year's speaker. Needless to say, I whipped out my checkbook and signed up. Love him or hate him, this man is my Beatle.
Bill Clinton was the first president I ever voted for and despite his ups and downs I remain a huge fan to this day. So this afternoon K is headed to the neighbors and I'll be headed to Richmond, throwing on my blue dress (okay, blue, white and black . . can't be too obvious) and anxiously awaiting a call that someone has found me a ticket to the VIP reception where I can meet the man himself. If nothing else, I'll enjoy a nice dinner with good friends and a great speaker and then knock people out of the way to get a good spot on the rope line for the chance to get a handshake and, if I'm lucky, a picture with the man.
Note: Please excuse misspelled names . . . I haven't had my caffeine yet)
A quick visit to the "Mics Political Pics" album on my facebook page will attest to this. I have shaken hands with our new President and I've met (and had my picture taken with) John Edwards (before the scandal), Wesley Clark, Helen Thomas, and George Stephanopolis. Two of the three current Democratic candidates for Governor, Brian Moran and Terry McAulliff have been to my house. Our new Congressman, Glenn Nye, met most of the party faithful for the first time at the VB Dems Holiday party at my house in 2007 and K lost her first tooth at one of his house parties. Yes, I am a celebrity stalker and love every minute of it.
This afternoon I am heading to Richmond for the state party's annual Jefferson Jackson Day diner. I wasn't going to go this year because tickets are steep , the economy sucks and my refinance is taking waaaay longer than expected. All that changed when I got the call that former President Bill Clinton was this year's speaker. Needless to say, I whipped out my checkbook and signed up. Love him or hate him, this man is my Beatle.
Bill Clinton was the first president I ever voted for and despite his ups and downs I remain a huge fan to this day. So this afternoon K is headed to the neighbors and I'll be headed to Richmond, throwing on my blue dress (okay, blue, white and black . . can't be too obvious) and anxiously awaiting a call that someone has found me a ticket to the VIP reception where I can meet the man himself. If nothing else, I'll enjoy a nice dinner with good friends and a great speaker and then knock people out of the way to get a good spot on the rope line for the chance to get a handshake and, if I'm lucky, a picture with the man.
Note: Please excuse misspelled names . . . I haven't had my caffeine yet)
Thursday, February 5, 2009
It Was Only in My Dreams . . .
Apparently, K has inherited her mother's overinflated sense of self worth. For a little background, I should probably explain that in the back of my brain, everyone is secretly in love with me. My date from three weeks ago hasn't called? He was just in awe of my awesomeness. My first real boyfriend (who is now married with two kids) only dated girls who looked like me after we broke up when I went to college because, well, he's still secretly in love with me. The guy from work who doesn't ask me out despite the fact that I used to stop in his office for small talk at least twice a day for a week? Obviously intimitated. The old friend from college who's always delighted to talk to me when we see each other online? Just biding his time before he asks me out. You probably get the point.
With all the pressures kids will face as they grow up (especially girls), I believe they need three things: lots of love, a good sense of humor and great self-esteem. Apparently, I have done a bang up job of instilling all three in my daughter. As we were driving home from daycare yesterday, out of the blue K informed me that she was the most popular kid in her class. When I asked which one (she has three), she exclaimed "All." Needless to say, I just about wet myself laughing when she followed up with "My teachers didn't tell me that, I just know it."
Ever since then the Debbie Gibson song (circa 1986) keeps playing in my head . . . "Love . . . as real as it may see-ee-eee-m . . . it was only in my dreams . . ."
Yes, I realize that I am delusional and apparently it's hereditary. Quite honestly, I couldn't be happier.
With all the pressures kids will face as they grow up (especially girls), I believe they need three things: lots of love, a good sense of humor and great self-esteem. Apparently, I have done a bang up job of instilling all three in my daughter. As we were driving home from daycare yesterday, out of the blue K informed me that she was the most popular kid in her class. When I asked which one (she has three), she exclaimed "All." Needless to say, I just about wet myself laughing when she followed up with "My teachers didn't tell me that, I just know it."
Ever since then the Debbie Gibson song (circa 1986) keeps playing in my head . . . "Love . . . as real as it may see-ee-eee-m . . . it was only in my dreams . . ."
Yes, I realize that I am delusional and apparently it's hereditary. Quite honestly, I couldn't be happier.
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
And We're Off
Well, I've had so much fun becoming addicted to Julie's blog that I've finally decided to start my own. Like her, I'll place my disclaimer up front . . . you will probably be bored silly, but this is our life.
For those of you who don't know me that well, I'm a divorced Catholic pro-choice mom. I live in southeastern Virginia with my smart, adorable, witty and amazing 6 year old daughter . . . and yes . . . those are all traits she gets from her mother.
In addition to the Steelers winning a record 6th Superbowl on Sunday, the highlight of our weekend was K getting her picture in the paper decked out in her football gear. Needless to say, she was delighted and had to show everyone in line at the supermarket and even more delighted when they fussed over her appropriately. Yes, the princess is a ham.
Monday required a self imposed 2 hour delay for both of us to recover from the 12 heart attacks we suffered during the big game. K not only slept in her jersey, but insisted on wearing it to school as well. Luckily, we used all of our temporay Steeler's tattoos during the playoffs, so at least she didn't go to kindergarten with a football helmet on her cheek.
Today was another short day due to K's first dentist appointment. Yes, at 6 years old, she has been to the eye doctor twice, but managed to make it this long before seeing the dentist. In all fairness, I have excellent teeth, but horrible eyes.
She loved the denist (especially seeing her digital x-rays on the tv screen, which I have to admit, was pretty cool since they included BOTH her baby and "big kid" teeth on top of each other). The only down side was the discovery that one of her pierced ears had become infected (after THREE months trouble-free). Of course we discoved this in the waiting room when we took her earring out and were treated to massive amount of goo and blood. If nothing else, she should always remember her first trip to the dentist.
For those of you who don't know me that well, I'm a divorced Catholic pro-choice mom. I live in southeastern Virginia with my smart, adorable, witty and amazing 6 year old daughter . . . and yes . . . those are all traits she gets from her mother.
In addition to the Steelers winning a record 6th Superbowl on Sunday, the highlight of our weekend was K getting her picture in the paper decked out in her football gear. Needless to say, she was delighted and had to show everyone in line at the supermarket and even more delighted when they fussed over her appropriately. Yes, the princess is a ham.
Monday required a self imposed 2 hour delay for both of us to recover from the 12 heart attacks we suffered during the big game. K not only slept in her jersey, but insisted on wearing it to school as well. Luckily, we used all of our temporay Steeler's tattoos during the playoffs, so at least she didn't go to kindergarten with a football helmet on her cheek.
Today was another short day due to K's first dentist appointment. Yes, at 6 years old, she has been to the eye doctor twice, but managed to make it this long before seeing the dentist. In all fairness, I have excellent teeth, but horrible eyes.
She loved the denist (especially seeing her digital x-rays on the tv screen, which I have to admit, was pretty cool since they included BOTH her baby and "big kid" teeth on top of each other). The only down side was the discovery that one of her pierced ears had become infected (after THREE months trouble-free). Of course we discoved this in the waiting room when we took her earring out and were treated to massive amount of goo and blood. If nothing else, she should always remember her first trip to the dentist.
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