Amie Stuart ~ On the Back Porch

When I was in jr. high I had the biggest crush on this guy…my best friend reminded me of how I used to make up stories about him *snort*. His name was…maybe I shouldn’t mention names…ah what the hell. Lynn Henley. I know I’m such a dork. Hell, he probably still lives at home with his parents =)

And then, in high school, I had the hots for our drum major (a born again Christian no less). I used to rip pads off my clarinet just so he’d fix em for me. I was such a loser — “L”

And then there was my first boyfriend, son of the town mortician (even at an early age I was making bad man choices). He used me to make another friend jealous (eventhough she had no boyfriend). I have no idea what’s he’s doing these days but I heartell she’s strung out on speed. She’s the only drug adict I ever knew who GAINED weight.

I was a serious band geek.

Carrot Cake (w/cream cheese icing) can I eat before I fall into a sugar coma?
Homemade from scratch. My step mother makes EVERYONE a birthday/anniversary cake and decorates it. I already have the shakes so I better type fast =)

I was GOING to post some antecdotes about my childhood today but since I was a perfect angel I guess I can skip that, huh? Okay okay I thought of one. When I was seventeen my best friend let me cut her hair. Now, before you freak out I did have a license. =) I was also drunk. =(
Surprisingly she still speaks to me.

Do you ever think about milestone birthdays? What exactally IS a milestone birthday?
29 was definitely a milestone. I bawled. Probably becuase 28 was such a tough year–my divorce was FINALLY finalized and I’d found and been rejected by my birth mom, I dropped out of college, had to move AGAIN, and nothing says single motherhood like foodstamps =(
I turned 29 and thought, “this is all there is? I am a total fuckup!”

Fourteen months ago I started my first ms. I wonder if, on some subconscious level, I realized that, you know, hey 35 is coming. 35 is coming. Don’t you think it’s time to plan for a future for your kids? What have you done with your life? Don’t you think it’s time you decided what you wanted to DO with the rest of your life?
34 was pretty busy, but you know, sitting here at 35 I can honestly say for the first time ever I’m proud of myself.

And I’m out of cake

Was going to blog…lots to rant about not the least of which is people who ‘assume’ chick lit is “all sex and men” **rolling eyes**