howdy folks
i'm feeling a tad cowgirlish today cause i spent much of yesterday at my goddaughter's cowgirl themed 7th birthday
honey let me tell you
there is nothing like the reality check of spending an afternoon and an evening with a large group of 7-year-olds
not only do i now wonder whether or not i have what it takes to ever be a mom
but i also wonder other things i never thought i'd wonder about
like exactly what happens if a straw is shoved too far up someone's nose
what do you tell a little girl who asks a question like "if you marry the air..would you have an air baby?"
yes dears
i came home quite happy to return to my childless apartment
with my two fat cats
but alas
this thing of children is in the back of my mind
and no not the giving birth part
(dears I have no desire to pass a water-melon thru this golf hole no-sir-ee)
but i do often fantasize about adopting..however hard that might be for a member of the queer race
can we have some decent equal rights already?! for crying out loud!
i am however smart enough to know that i can not to do this alone
if i do ever get around to adopting
not only do i have to know that i have a significant other who will stand by me and the kids for the long haul (and pay half the bills)
but i also need to know that i have the moolah for a babysitter at least two nights a week so moi and the significant can go out and blow off some steam
and
i need the moolah to have someone come in and clean up my vomited on
pooped on home at least twice a week
and lastly
of course
i need the moolah for a very VERY large home
that will have so much room
that the little terror can wreck havoc
and still leave mommy a nice little corner to call her own
i hope
so there
call me a Jewish American Princess if you like
but its my blog
and ill kvetch if i want to
kvetch if i want to
hmm gotta get that song outa my head
anyway
while i am child-less and footloose and fancy free etc
i am (tomorrow morning) running away
to Provincetown
yes P-town
home of queers
old straight people
and lots of whale watchers
i know P-town ain't what it used to be
the artists and writers have run away
the big money folks have rolled in
but im renting a cheap little motel room on the beach
and i intend to write..swim...lie in the sun(yes ill wear my %$#%^& sunscreen now leave me alone!)
and promenade up and down commercial street letting all of Ptown know just how sexy i can be
i'm too sexy for this town
too sexy for this town
anyway
if i can get to a computer while im away
i shall fill you in on my exploits
if not
ill be back in a week
think of me
and when you do
be kind (sorry been watching too many old movies lately)
xxx
