"Your Kid Will Not Be A Rock Star......"

LADIES!!! HAVE YOU EVER FELT SO BETRAYED YOU MADE SOMEONE PAY THE PRICE??

A successful NYC production company WANTS TO RECREATE YOUR STORY ON TELEVISION.  We are seeking women who have plotted and carried out suspenseful TRUE stories of revenge against double-crossing, cheating, lying husbands, boyfriends or BFFs.  Stories should be comedic in nature but have a climatic shock-factor to them. Please submit a short synopsis of your story no later than 5/17/13 to revengegirlsjcg@gmail.com

So, first and foremost, I was contacted by a production company about doing a segment for a show they are producing about revenge.  

After just a few minutes of talking the Very Nice Producer Lady decided that my story lacks said 'revenge'.... lol.  But, I told them I get emails from people who *have * done things for revenge and she asked me post the above information.  They are a legit company and it's a solid opportunity - so.... if you read the piece above and have a story to tell... contact them! :)

As for me, I did a radio interview on Monday with The Jay Thomas Show.  They had called last year, but it ended up being over the time frame that I was in New York with the kids for The View, so the timing never worked....when they called this year, I was happy to do it. 

We were chatting about The Sign, The Book, The Blog and I mentioned that I had met La Novia and what not.... they were all floored.  I told them about the three-ring binder and the letter welcoming her into the "family".... and they were all laughing and whooping.  Jay Thomas said, "I hate to tell you this... but your kids are never going to be rock stars or artists or actors or musicians... because you're robbing them of tragedy and heartache... you're making this all too nice- they won't have any inner conflict when they grow up!".

Of course, it was a funny thing to say... and we were all laughing, but those words sunk in just a wee bit... because he's kind of right.

On the one hand, people are *always* made stronger by their life trials and tribulations and heartbreak.  That is what most people sing about.... all the bad things that happen to them.  

On the other hand..... as their Mom, I want to save them from the things that hurt them - and I kind of hope that Jay Thomas is right..... because life is *still* going to show them heartache and pain, but if I can get them through this situation with as minimal pain as possible... that's probably a good thing.

F*ck... I hope it is.

I told the producer on the phone today that while my story turns out to be *not* rooted in revenge.... it's for the best becuase intead of walling and spending my time punishing people - I spent my time healling and growing.... which, in the end, has me in the place where I'm in a new relationship and the kids are doing great... who needs revenge when you can *live* instead?

Hence the post above for other stories instead of mine... lolol

Most of you noticed (and several of you emailed :) that I missed the Monday post... which is true because I was driving back from where Carhartt lives very, very late Sunday night after spending the weekend with them.  It doesn't happen often that I have the chance to get away for the night, but this last weekend I could... so I sure as sh*t did. 

We hung around Saturday, went to the movies and out for dinner at our favorite brew pub - they have *the* most amazing Mac & Cheese (that they add bacon too for me) - and it's fantastic..... and then we even went shopping which officially made this "my" day.  lol

Sunday.... I woke up to be dragged to a hippie-waffle place (no really - like all forms of healthy/gluten free/made with bacon in them: waffles) which was actually really good... though I confess that I got the organic whip cream, fresh local strawberries and chocolate chip waffles.... only in Oregon: I swear.   Then I promptly fell back asleep while Carhartt weaved the giant truck up and down through teeny-tiny logging roads until we were at the top of a smallish mountain....?  hillside?   Whatever... way the hell up in the friggin' sky on these tiny ass little roads that look (to me) like they are going to give-way under the wheels of this jacked up trucks anyf*ckingsecond.  

Sigh.

Did I mention before that I'm *very* scared of heights?  

No.  Seriously.... I am.

But up we go.... and I just try not to look out the window - and certainly not down..... hell no.  Instead I close my eyes and try to breathe... which means I fall asleep because I can actually fall asleep anytime, anywhere.  Period.  Oh, and don't f*cking kid yourself... this isn't like Sleeping Beauty pretty-sleep... no no.... this is me drooling and jerking my head from one side to the other while I *try* to wake up and not sleep... and - and I mention that I snore?

And no... I don't mean to say that in the comfort and privacy of my bed - I snore.  I mean to say that seated on feet from Carhartt, with the blue skies above and the sun shining down during this gorgeous (but scary as all f*ck drive) - there I am.... drooling and snoring.

Pardon me while I go on with my bad self and bring sexy back.... won't you?

Feck.

So.  We get to the top, well that's to say we compromise on my thinking we're 'high enough' and Carhartt feeling we're "outdoorsy" enough.  First we have to let Luke out to run..... then Carhartt gets out these fantastic green foamy things that go over the rocks, then a blanket goes over that so I can sit down.  

For the record, *that* is how you get a city girl to go 'outdoors'.... you bring soft cushy things that make sitting on the hard ground seem bearable.  You bring wine and light snacks and wood for a fire... and - quite frankly - you don't expect *me* to do anything other than sit on the blanket on top of the cushy green thing.  I mean - for one, I'm not terribly coordinated and I shouldn't be trusted in a forest area with any combination of wood and fire.  Period.  For two..... well... ok, let's just keep it to the one. lol

Carhartt is the Master of Compromise.  While shopping and movies isn't their favorite thing to do... dinner at their favorite brew pub *is*.  Bam:  compromise and we both get what we want.   Cushy green thing and blankets and wine.... and the next thing you know I'm taking pictures of us kissing in the reflection of your sunglasses with the blue sky above us a fantastic view in front of us.....  pretty sure Carhartt got what they were looking for... lol.

Of all the differences in this relationship, I love love motherf*ckingLOVE - that I can talk to Carhartt about anything and everything.... oh and by *talk* I mean to say - over-talk to an extreme.... but I can can to them about anything and everything - no matter how silly and stupid, or how big and important... and they listen.  I can bring up things I don't like, or things that make me uncomfortable and instead of debate or arguments:  a compromise is found.

Or... sometimes I just get a text back that say's, "Calm your ass down, woman."

and I'm not sure which I like more to be honest.... the fact that Carhartt isn't afraid to step up to me and shut me down when I'm crazy (which... yeah, might be a weeeeee bit more than I'd like - the me being crazy part... hahahaha) -OR their ability to compromise.

Either way..... I feel like I'm figuring out how to be a better equal and a better 'partner'.  Oh, and I'm also discovering that even though Evan Dando is right and I may not be the "Outdoor Type".... when I'm spending time with Carhartt it doesn't really matter what I'm "missing" back in the city.... life just kind of stands still when we're up there.  We can talk and take in the view and just.... be.  Together.

I'm kind of really growing fond of that.... the being together part, even if it means I have to step outside of my comfort zones to get there.

Of course.... one has to wonder what is *wrong* with Carhartt that they still want to spend time with me after drooling all over myself.... and snoring.  SNORING!  F*ck..... how embarrassing.

Sigh.

This weekend Carhartt is coming up here we're taking the kids to St. Helens for lunch and walking on the water.... oh - and I'm sure the kids and I will sneak in our usual Twilight locations:  so much for not drooling on myself this weekend... hahahahahaha :)

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