Homecoming and going

So.... back in the 70s, if you were a girl, you didn't go to Homecoming, or any dance for that matter, if a guy didn't ask you. Heck, you didn't even buy a dress unless you had a date. Yeah, it wasn't fair, coz the guys went stag anyway, and who really knew if you had a date or not if you were standing in the wallflower section?

So fast forward to today. I dropped off my 16 year old daughter who CAN date, at a friends house so they could start off with a potluck, then go as a group to the homecoming dance. My 14 year old son, who technically can't date yet, gets picked up by a sophomore girl who has her driver's license, to take him to a group dinner at one of the other kid's houses and then they'll all go together to the dance.

I paid $25 bucks to get three tiny corsage/buttoniers for my two and the girl who was picking up my son... they all turned them down. It's all so casual now. And so now what am I supposed to do with the three roses all trussed up with ribbon and baby's breath that are sitting in my refrigerator next to the leftover chile chicken enchiladas?

It's all so different these days.

Giving It Another Go

So, it's been several months since I've posted. Oddly enough, the last post deals with my recovery from foot surgery. Oddly, because today I just had the two screws that held my bone graft together - removed! So on the good side, I have another supply of pain pills... on the bad side... oh who am I kidding there's no bad side to that!

As a result of a long overdue one-on-one dinner date with Downtown Dad, and as the recipient of his amazing faith in my abilities as a writer, I am renewing my conviction to write. And I'm going to do it here - in front of Howard and everyone-(I'm looking at you Kimmisue) without filtering what I say (I'm looking at you Mom, and Mom) hoping for comments whether you know me or not.

I just signed up for the NABLOPOMO which means that I just committed to writing a post every day for the month of October. I'm starting now though, because I'm an overachiever. You got a link to this either because you know me and I always annoy you with links to my posts, or because you clicked on this site and wondered who the cartoon chick was. OK, enough with the explanatory crap, it's late and I have to save something for future posts. You may leave a comment now... (I'm looking at you Vicki!)