The Mother Daughter Brunch

Yesterday I attended this event with my daughter and my mother. My mother rather forcefully coerced me to sing a duet with her. I wasn't even sure I was going to be able to go, and was planning on just telling her to take my daughter, oh no, she had it set in her mind that we were singing together, so that's just what we did. It went well, but not great in my opinion because the song titled I Hear Music was really not in my range, a little on the high and pitchy side for me personally, but we got through it. I had an intersting conversation with my daughter as we sat there munching on our muffins and strawberries. She asked me if I was glad I had a daughter. I replied that it was the one thing I wanted more than anything else in the world. I have two boys, and I just wanted at least one girl, and I got one! She said "Girls are easier to raise than boys aren't they?" Oh HAH! Not even close, I said. She is by far the more difficult and challenging offspring in this family. I told her this and she agreed. I asked her if it was because she was so smart and she just shrugged her shoulders and said she didn't know. But that must be it, or maybe she just has that spirit of rebellion in her that she inherited from me. If that's true, then the next eight years are going to be so much fun!

I swore when I became a parent that I wouldn't be like my own parents and give my kids something to rebel against. For them it's fundamentalist religion and it's only in the last five years that I can say that I have made peace with that, and that I have found a level of spirituality that I am comfortable with. I also swore that I would never force my own kids to go to church if they didn't want to go, but there are times when I do just that. Why? Because if they don't go it makes Grandma mad. Which by the way, it's now 10 AM Sunday morning and we obviously aren't going today because Grandma is out of town to see my sister and her new baby so she isn't there right now to be dissapointed that we decided to play hooky from church. Someday I'll write more about this whole subject but I'm gonna stop now. I'm in too good a mood. And trying to think back to when I was teenager and how I felt about this matter will just depress the shit outta me. And why do that? It's Sunday, it's nice outside, I have the day off, and I got one over on Grandma!

Book I Have Been Reading This Week: My Life With Mr.S by George Jacobs. It's the story told by Frank Sinatra's personal valet. I've read this book before and it's a fascinating tale. The best parts are about the trials and tribulations Mr. S went through when he was grieving over the loss of Ava Gardner. He even slit his wrists in total despondency. And then George was unceremoniuosly dumped by Mr. S, after twenty or thirty years of employment because he had to audacity to dance in a nightclub with Mia Farrow.

Movie I Saw This Week: Young And Pink 7. I shit you not. Sometimes you gotta do stuff like this to spice it up. And it's too convenient since the On Demand is working again. So here we were, supposed to be in the throes of arrousal and passion from viewing this spectacle, but lying there naked and munching on popcorn, making comments like "Wow, she looks bored!" Or, "Look at all her tattoos!"

Top News Story: There was a shooting over on South Street? Ah hell, I don't know, I haven't watched the news in couple days. Wow. I'm going downhill. I'm watching porn, I'm not going to church and not keeping up with current events. And I'll probably drink a few Sunny D and vodka's today to boot!