So I was cleaning my room and found this box I decoupaged forever ago with halfa million pin up girls scattered all over it for cheeky decorative art.
And I love them -- they are so cheesy and cute and funny. So I brought some of Elvgren's girls to live over here on my blog.
For more: http://elvgrenpinup.com
So it's been three months since my dad died. My mom has decided that she wants to wait to intern his ashes until she passes so they can be buried together. Okay that's fine, it's her choice.
So there have been a slew of people at the office that have recently lost parents. I was talking to Steve one of my co-workers about grief since he just lost his mom. Steve and Jim used to be my cube mates -- and they've always been my work dads -- wanting to know if the boyfriend is good enough, random happenings etc -- caring and protecting of moi- Punky Poo. So Steve and I get into a conversation about loss.
And pretty soon we are sitting there talking about cemetary plots, rules and regulations for certain cemetaries. Cremation vs. Full Burials. Nosy people wanting to know about wills and finances etc.
Steve O said he wished that Dave could have met my Dad cause it would have been a great story to hear. and here I am -- trying to keep it together.
Creating another awkward moment for the office.
Ok so it all started awhile back -- some friends made me listen to npr podcasts for an unreasonable amount of time.
Something happenned -- I think I was hypnotized or subliminal message has had an effect on me but now with out at least 8 hours of NPR goodness a day I simply can't function.
So yes, my nerdieness has reached another high -- I love npr and pbs.
SO this week on the radio there was this big dicussion about alcohol and turning back the age to 18 -- of course it was else where but I mostly just listened to the discussion on the radio.
Ok so everyone drinks before 21. For me I don't know I was 15 or something when I went on a bike ride with Julie over to Maxine's house -- we had a couple grasshoppers - or maybe just one but, we were silly and then I had to bike ride the 6 miles back to my house (yes, I was a big bike rider in those days... 6 miles was nothing back then... ) We had some difficulties a little swerving action but we were fine by the time we rented movies and went to go watch them...
Then when I turned 18 my mom, myself and my friend Sonya hung out in my kitchen drinking boons farm, smoking cigarettes and scratching off lottery tickets. Party of the year it was not, but it was a good time.
I guess I'm more relaxed with drinking age- if people are taught that you should just be responsible don't get out of hand have some fun. Maybe it's because my dad was a recovering alcholic for the majority of his life and alcholism runs in our family, pretty thick on both sides and since we were old enough to understand it - it's been talked about in our house. And my siblings and I seem to be pretty well balanced in the booze department. My brother however made this proclaimation before he was 21 that he would never drink a drop -- that didn't stick but we were all taught that you can have some fun but should be able to function.
So yeah -- bring down the age -- after a few year the kids will get over it and maybe it won't be such a center stage for everything.
