A boy and his beer in my bed. BBB

Lets take care of some bullets….

*A boy … and his beer… in my BED. *GROWL*

It’s gotten fuzzy in my head but I think it was the Thursday or Friday before Christmas. I finally heard from Superhottie. He said he got a new phone and that’s why he has been out of contact for so long. Of course I let him come over. My mother and siblings had already gone to LA so I had the house to myself which was a huge score in itself. So he came over and was looking as good as always, but something was.. different. I dunno. I guess it was because I hadn’t seen him in awhile. So we got to business really quickly. He was just… I dunno… something.

It was nice.

After he passed out. He had this huge like 24 ounce can of beer. I let him sleep because I don’t like him to drink and drive and he usually sobers up a bit when he comes to my house anyway. So he passed out, and eventually my stupid ass passed out. At some point I woek up and I saw him grab his can of beer and like… cuddle it… and promply roll over onto his stomach.

Yep, dude spilled BEER all over my bed. He asked me for a towel, I was tired, and at first I thought he wanted a pepsi (I don’t KNOW) and I gave him one. And he threw it down and said a TOWEL. Hahahah. So I got that and he put it down over the beer and passed out again. Ha ha! It’s a good thing I have one of those moisture protector things on my bed (no, it’s not made of plastic either)… anyhow, at some point, Jacob comes into my room. My mommy senses were high because I caught him at the door. He said “MOM! THERE’S A MAN IN YOUR BED!” I said, yeah, it’s mommy’s friend and I’m letting ghim sleep here go to your bed! So I tucked him in (mind you, I’m naked except for a blanket around my shoulders. Why? I have no idea) and he goes back to sleep. At around 6 I decide I HAVE to get this boy out before my kids wake up and I have to really explain whatever. Yeah, bad mom. Kiss my ass and like it. I don’t care. I can do my deeds, I’m freakin 27 years old. (am I really?! Fuckin jesus h) but I can choose to have a little decency with my kids involved. Even if the act itself is very undecent.

And no, I don’t need to defend myself. So I’m going to stop.

Anyway, so I wake him up and he’s all “oh shit” and gets dressed and leaves. Poor thing had to work at 9 that morning too. *sigh*

So then I fall back to sleep on my beer sodden bed *sigh* because I was just TIRED.

I wake up to Jacob leading Jonathon into my room saying “THERE WAS A MAN IN MOMMIES BED. HE WAS RIGHT THERE! SEE!” I woke up and told Jonathon the same story and told them to get out of my room and leave me alone.

Ha ha.

They did. And thank god they forgot about it. How would htat have been to explain to my dad on Christmas!

So yeah… I guess super hottie wasn’t done with me. I was resigned to it and sorta ok with it. Whatever, it’s not like it’s anything or ever will be. Habits are habits. Though, on a total side note, photo boy tried to text me on new years eve. Thinking I’d want to come fuck him. What an idiot. He doesn’t talk to me for WEEKS and even though I explained to him that I didn’t want to be a booty call, he tries to treat me like one.

Needless to say, that was ignored and I was going to Kims anyway. I get ahead of myself.

Next bullet please.

*christmas and family (the good the bad and the i’m a big ole bratty brat)

Christmas was good. My boys had a good time. My dad and brother FINALLY made up after like… 2 years of not speaking. My dad dropped his triple by-pass (not sure if it’s that or bi-pass. Bah) bomb on us and it looked like my brother wanted to cry. I know I did. My dad dressed up like Daddy Claus for the first time since I was at home. It was so awesome. He had all of this energy and played with his grandkids like he was 10 years younger. I was so glad he did it. He had told me before that he would “resurrect” daddy claus if all of his grandkids were together. He even said he’d do it every year if we got together like that again. *sigh* so that was Saturday. I went home to clean and get ready for all my holiday driving. I also had to finish up my scarves and dvd (got it done with lots of stupid “computer error” drama, but done nonetheless) and went to bed reallllly late, like 4 am. UGH!

I went to church for the first time in ages on Christmas Eve because my dad was singingin the choir and wanted me to see. So I did and it was nice and very non threatening(though, those damn smiley happy people got on my nerves as usual). Jonathon really likes it there. They have a HUGE childrens building and he wants to go back. I’ll see about it. My heart just doesn’t feel comfortable in that place.

So then I drove to my dads Christmas eve. Stayed up till like 3 in the morning talking with my step mom and siblings. They are so cool and It was fun to sit and laugh with them.

Christmas was good. My kids loved everything. Jonathon got a real guitar, so I have to sit down and start doing lessons with him. Jacob got this dinosaur that he was scared of, it moves and roars, but he’s getting used to it. I only let them take a few things so they had a huge pile at home. At around 1 on Christmas I drove my aunts. Very weird there.

Everyone was sleeping. Or… whatever.

Normally my sons have quite a few gifts. They had 3. meanwhile, that stupid bitch of a gf of my uncle who always gets everyone something but NOT ME… repeated her rudeness even though I broke down and gave her a scarf when I didn’t want to.

Stupid bitch. Whatever. I felt sort of… put off though. It was like we were all an afterthought. Everyone else had piles upon piles. I dunno. It’s bratty, but it’s also sort of a weird feeling. Especially with family that is supposed to be close like that. I don’t know. I figure my family knows what I like. I got some gloves. And a pair of slippers.

*blink*

Yeah. Total afterthought. But whatever. I can’t complain. It was just weird.

We left the enxt morning. Got home, chaos to open the remaining presents. Jacobs reaction to the little kitchen grill was priceless, he said “oh mom, this is what I was dreaming for” super cute.

Jonathon pulled a brat too “is this all?” he said to me. I wanted to scream, but I explained a few life lessons to him and he got over it. I was hoping he’d like a few of his star wars things more than he did, but after he got to open them he declared me the coolest mom ever. So ok, I can work with that.

Now, from Christmas eve on, me and both of my boys were sick. Coughing sneezing runny nosed sick. It sucked. I got really bad the day after Christmas and even though I was supposed to try and give blood for my dad I wasn’t able to. Then I went to work on Friday hacking up my lungs and they sent me home. I tried to rest up because… I went to magic mountain on sat. with my brothers and sister. SO MUCH FUN! We got on all the rides they’ve made since the last time I was there (except X which was closed) and TATSU rules! Oh my god, so fun. I love roller coasters!!!! But the lines were incredible. Tatsu actually had electrical difficulties. We waited though, and got on second after they fixed it. It wasn’t so bad since the line was gonna be 2 hours if it had been working anyway. Great time. Being with my siblings like that was cool.

Though… waiting an hour to get a burger and seeing the line for the funnel cakes trail across the park is upsetting… hahah.

So then I went home, cleaned up, and drove out to kims. Yes, I was a damn traveling fool.

But I’ll save that for another entry…

So without knowing it, I’ve taken care of two more bullets! Yay!

*Sickness sucks

*Magic Mountain wheee! First time in like 8 years!