I was going to write a whole long post about politics, but it's too depressing.
Sam and I celebrated 3 years Wednesday. Our first date was NIN at the Hollywood bowl three years ago. I miss the person I was at that time. So light-hearted and full of creative ideas, vision and action.
Then my mom came into town on Thursday for the Neil Diamond show at the Hollywood Bowl. I put her up at the Magic Castle and had fun doing all the usual heathervescent LA things. She's decided that we should try out to be on the Amazing Race. I've never seen the show but we had a lot of laughs over the questionnaire, reminiscing about our travels around the world. My mom is really pretty cool and has a lot of fun stories. (She was a flight attendant for TWA for 30-40+ years?). I remember her flying the troops in and out of Iraq during the first gulf war. And she told me about the citizen medal she received for her service.
Then there were the airports with 18 year olds and machine guns. I remember seeing them myself on my first trip to Eqypt when I was 14. They didn't phase me then. I guess I have a thing for guys in uniforms with lots of firepower. My mom also had the chance to sell me in Eqypt. I think the highest bid she got was 10k camels - and yes, they were serious. I was a white skinned, blonde corn-silk 14 year old innocent girl from the Midwest. Then there was the time in Turkey where I was the only blonde haired girl I saw the entire trip. And the historic hotel in Aswan on the Nile, where Agatha Christie wrote Murder on the Nile.
Questions like, where wouldn't you go? how has your partner dissapointed you? etc, bought up laughs and memories. Like my baton/beauty pagent competitions. I never really got beyond Beginner level - but I still took home trophies, plaques and banners. I once was Miss Spring Beauty and I still have my baton.
Then there were the questions about driving and with my stunt car training and my mom's recent racing of her Jaguar, I suggest we enter road races as driver/navigator. I quipped I hate running so I'd just get a motorcycle with sidecar for our "Amazing Race."
It was also really cute to see my mom excited about her blog. She even made business cards and was handing them out to everyone. Over coffee yesterday morning she grilled me on how to increase readership to her blog and shared her highest hit pages. So here I am giving my mom my professional tips and a little fearful that she's soon be on twitter and reading and following web 2.0 bloggers.
But I can see how excited she is to share her stories. And they are amazing stories (like when she met some of the 9/11 terrorists on one of their survalence flights). So I'm excited for her.
Anyway, I have to motivate to make an exploding cake for a friend's birthday today and meet them at the shooting range, so I'll wax about mom's stories later.
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