Insomniac's blog

Holy Shiii-Biscuits. Life is getting progressively busier. Not that it is too bad...actually, I like all the action and the stress that comes with it. Nita becomes a very good Nita when she lives off of nicotine and caffeine, and then she tends to refer to herself in the 3rd person. Scary, yes? That's rhetorical, you don't need to answer.

Anyhow, my new Interesting Male Friend (forever now known as IMF) and I have been busy planning schtuff for an honor's society that we are both members of. Plus, IMF is really a fantabulously nice guy and we share some interesting views on academic things. So, anyhow, we are busy planning movie nights at the ole GVSU, museum tours, graduate school info day, tours of local historic districts, and such things. We both find it lots of fun and a goo dway to do the so-called "networking" that is going to be valuable in our careers.

Next month starts the relly hectic time. I have two conferences, a special luncheon, an important steering committee meeting, movie night, museum tour, and possible a historic district tour to plan. Yes, very busy. In the meantime, I am helping Darling Husband with understanding his English composition homework and trying to coordinate my progeny's schedules and babysitters and the like. It IS good to be queen...even just for a day (I know, a little twist on Tom Petty lyrics...plus, I am showing my age again...there, I put the age away, you can look now).

Sometimes I wonder though, what all I miss by being so damn busy. I mean, I rarely stop to smell the proverbial rose but I do get pleasure from the smell of fresh brewing coffee. I eat some horrendously bad food. Take, for example, tonight's meal. I had some red wine with little taco snackee things and crackers with warm bree at a special function I went to. Then, I stopped in Grand Haven, Michigan, at Ray's Drive-In and grabbed a cheeseburger and fries and cole slaw. Not too healthy, eh? I'll be better next week. Granola bars and yogurt and water. Yeah...right.

Anyhows, life is back to hectic busy-ness and I prefer it that way. We'll see how I handle a much slower life come December when I officially graduate.

So, the title is a little misleading. I would have liked to have drank my way into oblivion this weekend, but instead, I suffered through a horrendous round of the 24 hour stomach flu (yes, you may all "ewwwwhhh" for me). Not only that, but as soon as I recovered I had to bake a cake and put on a birthday party for my four year old son, called "The Boy" here. Everything went well at the birthday party and I managed to appear halfway normal even though my stomach was still doing whirly-flops. Needless to say, I did NOT eat cake or ice cream. So, now I have massive amounts of reading to finish before my Wednesday night class and I still have to finish my summer research paper. Egads! I truly believe there is no rest for the wicked...perhaps this is all penance for the partying I did in my earlier years?

Okay...it has been awhile since I posted a list, so here goes. And, if you couldn't figure out the subject of this list from the title, then you probably shouldn't read my rated R blog.

10. Feet--but only encased in really nice dress shoes like these. Yep, if you are comfortable enough in your manhood to wander about in shoes like this, then you know you are hot.

9. Ears--oh yes, ladies. Ears are important. A little on the smaller side, with a nice earlobe. Oh, and the flatter to the head as possible the better. No, I have no fetishes with ears but I don't like dumbo ears either.

8. Forearms--call me strange, but I find men's forearms fascinating. Not the muscley-veiny forearms loaded with hair, but the strong, smooth forearms.

7. Butts--oh yeah. Ya see, men think that women don't really look at man-butt, but they are so wrong. Man-butt should be firm and slightly squarish. No male ghetto booties or onion butts though.

6. Noses--The length and shape of the nose is said to be a direct correlation to the...well, you get the idea. In other words, no crooked, bulging, or horribly small noses.

5. Hands--I personally like square hands with neatly trimmed and clean fingernails. Long fingers are quite nice too, no nothing overtly sexual in that for me.

4. Chins--Okay, here's my truly strange one, next to #9. I don't like weak chins. Men should have strong, pronounced chins, or at least the sense to grow a beard if they don't have one. Apparently I am not the only woman with an aversion to weak chins. Check this out.

3. Cheekbones--same as the chin comments.

2. Shoulders--Ohhhhh. I think men with wide shoulders are beyond hot. I like V-men. By V-men, I mean men with wide shoulders and narrow waists. However, the narrow waist isn't necessary as long as the shoulders are wide and straight...no hunchbacks are sloped shoulders.

1. Smile--all physical flaws can be forgotten if a man has a genuinely happy or amused smile. I like men whose smiles light up there whole face, right up to the eyes. A honest smile is so much more sexy than the notorious abs or superbly sexy muscley arms. The smile always wins.

Okay, for those out there who do not realize that I was a teenage mom, here goes. My oldest daughter was born when I was 17. She's almost 14 now, so I'll let you do the math on that. Anyhow, Myah (my daughter) started high school on Tuesday this week. At first I wasn't overly concerned. I mean, I was concerned but she is a good kid with a decent head on her shoulders, so I figured that high school wouldn't be too brutal to her. Well, I was feeling a bit more concerned tonight. Nothing major happened, except that Myah went to her first high school football game unchaperoned by me or her dad. Not only that, but after the game she went to the post-game dance at her school. Yikes! I went to fetch her at 11:30 pm and found the parking lot and gym where the dance was completely packed with high schoolers. These people reminded me of my high school days and then I thought about all the shit I got into---the parties, the guys, the drinking, the smoking, well...you get the picture. Now Myah is much better behaved than I was and I like to think I have a better understanding of that time in life than my mom had, but for a moment there I was worried about her. Did I teach her the right things? Did I instill enough morals and personal worth in her so she doesn't make stupid mistakes? Does she know what to do if she is harrassed by some guy? In short, have I been a good mom, good enough to know that my child is safe on her own? I know, perhaps I am being a bit overly dramatic, but I sure hope she turns out to be a lot smarter than I was. To her credit, she did have a good time and she was more than willing to spend the car ride home telling me all about the dance and the few guys she danced with (just fast-dancing, no slow, clingy dancing). That made me feel a bit better because as long as she is willing to tell me things like that, and as long as I don't freak out over the little things, then she should be able to enter adulthood in a normal and healthy fashion.

On a totally and completely unrelated note...and since this is the confessions of a teenage momma queen...lately I have been increasingly aware of a semi-bizarro crush on a certain guy that I have been nursing like a poor man's gin and tonic. No, I will not give any pertinent details since people out there in the internets know me to a certain extent and I don't want anyone trying to line up who I am envisioning. Anyhow, since I am 31 it is totally and completely inappropriate of me to be interested in anyone, minus my husband, but this one guy just seems to do it for me. He is just...mmmmm...yeah, like that. So, any suggestions out there on how to purge myself of an inappropriate crush? Gawd, I am way too old for this shit...