We have dates & times. May 21st, 6 p.m.-2 a.m.

For those who don't know, T-palooza is our school's big annual fundraiser. Rather than sell you more wrapping paper, we get 4 or 5 local bands to volunteer their talents for an evening. We charge you $15 admission, and we all have a great time.

This year it's at the Mercury Cafe. The line-up is: Student bands from 6-7. Then follows Toast, The Reals, Local 33, and Wendy Woo headlines. See, it really is a good show!

Please please please spread the word, all you Denverites! The Tpalooza website will be up by the end of the week, and I will link to it. We're praying for a great turn-out, so if you were thinking a concert might be fun this May, this would be the one to come to. Your kids can come. Hell, your Grannie can come! It's for a good cause....

If anyone would like tickets, I can be reached by email at shanbrentris@comcast.net.

things i will miss...

about being in my twenties.

  • Going dancing. Oh, I could I suppose. But it's just lost it's charm for me. A bunch of sweaty kids bouncing around me...Well, I can get that at home. I'm afraid I've outgrow it.
  • Crushes. Don't you worry, I'll still have them. I love a good crush. It just doesn't seem appropriate at MY AGE to be discussing them. Doesn't it seem weird that a thirty-something woman would go see The Amityville Horror simple because Jason Lee has a leading role?
  • The whole MILF thing. Demi Moore pulled it off after 30. I am no Demi Moore. God I'll miss that!
  • Road Trips. I have twice quit a job to take a last minute road trip. Once I quit a job because I needed a cheesesteak and you can only get a good one in Philly. I couldn't get the time off. So I quit, hopped in the car, and drive to Philly. From Denver. Two days later, I ate the best cheesesteak of my life.
  • New music. I have managed to keep up to a degree, but every time The Boxer comes on I have to stop what I'm doing until it's over. Damn that Simon & Garfunkel. I just can't love Britney that much.
  • High Heels. Sorry, I have to have sensible shoes. I will wear Chuckie T's with anything. I have one pair of ridiculously high heels, and doubt I will ever wear them again.
  • An empty fridge. I used to make it months with a can of Gulden's, a 6 pack of Guinness, and some capers. I now go to the grocery every single day. I will hyperventalate if I run out of milk.
  • My metabolism.
  • Indifference. My motto has always been, "To whom it may concern, I am not concerned." I have worked very hard to not give a rat's ass about just about everything. All of a sudden, I care. About politics, the environment, blah blah blah. And I care a great deal. It's weird.

I'm sure there's more. I will be revisiting this issue.

ok, something weird is going on...

My brother called on Friday. I covered that already. What I failed to mention is that my sister, who I haven't spoken to in two years, and before that 11, emailed last week, completely out of the blue. She sent her phone number and very little explanation for why. The last I heard from her, she was blocking my father and I from her email and her website. And then...today I got not just one, but TWO emails from my Grandmother. Now, I haven't seen her since I was, oh, 13 or so. I emailed her a picture about 4 years ago, and she responded with a very polite thank you. An email she sent 2 years later was signed in her full, first and last, name, not Grandmom or Grandma or whatever she goes by with my other siblings (it's been that long that I can't remember what we call her). And today I get two very affection-laced emails from her. Did my mother die or something? Why does everyone suddenly want to talk to me? I'm a bit freaked out.

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Oh my god! Someone commented! Someone actually reads this! I guess I should stop talking out my ass.
My dad got a job today. He hasn't had one in several years, since a series of heart attacks and surgeries cost him his last one. I am excited for him. I hope it works out.
My sons said the greatest thing I have heard to date. "MOM!!! The Star Wars movie is coming out soon!" Ahhhh. It's nice.
When does my mother-in-law's advice become meddling? She is trying hard to stay out of things, and she has made tons of progress, but since when it is her place to jump down my throat because of how much I'm getting my son for his birthday? "It's just a birthday", is what she said. No, it's not. It one of the two most important days in my life, and I will celebrate it any way I damn well see fit. I'm not spending any more on him than I did on her son for his birthday. And I don't think I should feel like I need to justify any spending to her. I'm just stumped. I don't know how to respond.
My 5 year old is obsessed with his penis, and it's becoming a problem. It's all he talks about. He just doesn't seem to get the idea of inner monologue. He's saying really inappropriate things. I'm afraid this will carry over into school. I don't know how to deal with this. My 7 year old didn't have this problem, he just seemed to get it. How do I deal with this without giving the kid a complex? I have tried to reason with him, to explain that it's a private thing that he shouldn't talk about with others. I have been nice. I have talked. I am done. Today he crossed the line, and I had to draw one. I told him today that the next time he feels the need to talk about his penis in public, I will feel the need to put a bar of soap in his mouth. I hate to do it, but when he went through his lying phase, soap was the only thing that stopped it. I only had to do it once. I hope I wont have to do it again.