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OK, welcome back… and let me warn you, this blog is gonna go in several different directions. Please pardon my ADD. This weekend was a lot of fun. I did two private birthday parties — one on Friday, one on Saturday and I had so much fun. The party I did last nite, I wanted to join the family for real :) Sometimes when I accept private events I spend the whole time thinking, “Is this really worth the money?” and feeling out of place, but this weekend I really enjoyed myself.
I’m trying not to jinx myself because I don’t yet have the tickets in my hand, but I THINK I have tickets to see Stevie Wonder in Baltimore next weekend. He is my ABSOLUTE favorite and he’s doing a bunch of smaller venues on his tour. I’ll probably need medical attention if the ticket-man doesn’t come thru,Â but I’m trying to be positive. I’ve been listening to nothing but Stevie on my iPod for the last few days, trying to get in game mode. Oh maaaan, are the people seated around me gonna hate me.
Maybe 5 or 6 years ago one of my cousins (the only person I know besides my mom and dad who actually has a will) asked me to be custodian of her son should anything ever happen to her and her husband — God forbid. YES, really :) I was nervous at first but I agreed because I love her and she explained that their insurance policy would really cover most of the extra expenses. She has since had another child. And we were talking on the phone yesterday and somehow got on the subject of me taking care of the kids… and I was like “kid(s)?” I didn’t agree to take care of you kid(s). I told her, I’ll take care of the one I signed on for but you’re gonna have to figure something else out for the baby. Has the insurance policy gotten any larger? No. Yeah, then I’m splitting them boys up… Moral of this story: If you’re ever asked to be guardian to someone’s child, be sure you get them to include a baby maximum or mandatory tube tying out clause. Oh who am I kidding, you don’t know anyone with a will either.