Stream of Consciousness Blogging: Spilled Coffee and 70 People in My House

I was precariously balancing two empty water glasses and a full cup of coffee in my arms as I began my descent down the stairs. At that precise moment Diego playfully bumped into me from behind, which caused me to lose my balance and grip on the glasses and the coffee. BOUNCE! SPLATTER! CRASH! Shattered glass and sweet coffee sprayed all over the staircase, top to bottom. Niiiiiiice.

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That was the morning of Diego's birthday party, last Sunday. Before we even began planning his party, I made it clear to Giancarlo that I did not want a huge out of control party like we had a couple of years ago. Apparently that went in one ear and out the other because would you care to guess how many four and five year olds (and their parents) we had crammed into our house and backyard? Thirty five. Thirty five kids plus their parents. That made about seventy.

Se-ven-teeeeeeee.

I typically don't like hosting parties anyway, but this? This was MADNESS. My friends Tami and JL0 sat in the family room and just laughed and laughed at me as I ran to and fro amidst the cacophony with a big fake grin plastered on my face.

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Ohhh, you should have seen me gathering 35 preschoolers into one spot for the pinata. You should have seen me skillfully managing them, letting them get up one at a time to hit the pinata. You should have seen me telling them that when the pinata broke, they needed to wait their turn to go and get some candy because we didn't want anyone to get hurt, right? You should have seen my mother-in-law open the back door and shout, "Come on kids, get the candy!!!" You should have seen them rush at the candy. Now, I realize that with a pinata, that is what kids are supposed to do--rush at the candy. But not when there are 35 of them that could easily get trampled. The school teacher in me just couldn't allow that. But the Mexican in my MIL couldn't allow orderly gathering of candy. Speaking of candy....

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I'm going to the Britney Spears concert next week!!! I'm going with five of my girlz, including JLo and my tall, sweet, mild, next-top-model-beautiful elementary school teacher with sparkling eyes and a smile that will cheer up any day friend of mine that you may have read about here. Five years ago I would never have imagined me going to a Britney Spears concert, but her last three albums have just been too good to ignore and not embrace with every fiber of my being, crazy antics and all. The Pussycat Dolls will be opening for her. I have never been into The Pussycat Dolls; they always just seemed like Vegas showgirls without much particular talent other than looking good. So, since I will be seeing them, I decided I needed to give them a chance and get to know them and their music. And you know? I kind of like them. Some of their songs are very catchy, and they are definitely sassy. I especially like their lead singer.

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I also wanted to go see Depechemode at the Hollywood Bowl in August, but tickets are sold out for all three nights. How I love the Hollywood Bowl. How I love Depechemode. I saw kd Lang at the Hollywood Bowl, along with Rufus Wainwright. They were incredible. Especially kd. Her voice is like velvet. We almost didn't make it to the concert because our shuttle bus got in an accident on the way. Just a fender bender, but I was sure we would get held up.

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Speaking of getting held up, my tall, sweet, mild, next-top-model-beautiful elementary school teacher with sparkling eyes and a smile that will cheer up any day friend's husband was taking the train home the other night when someone decided to lay down on the tracks in front of the train. Apparently the CSI people and the HAZMAT team were cleaning up parts from underneath the train for hours, and everyone on the train had to stay on board until it was all done. That took hours and hours, and my tall, sweet, mild, next-top-model-beautiful elementary school teacher with sparkling eyes and a smile that will cheer up any day's husband sat for six hours. Top model friend sat in the train station's parking lot for six hours. Top model friend's husband's cell phone was out of battery, so top model friend wasn't sure what in the world was going on all this time. The worst part was that he had to pee really badly, and he refused to use the train toilet. So guys? Please don't ever lay down on train tracks. If you're wanting to do yourself in, there are surely better ways to do the job. Like a tasteless, odorless poison in your diet coke that just makes you go to sleep quietly and just slip away, no muss, no fuss.

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