Monday, February 20, 2012

Sleepovers



Sleepovers are hard for Princess.  Her anxiety shoots through the roof the week before and there is often a major meltdown before and/or after.   They are important to her.   Sleepovers are major events in a tween's social life.  She's slept at the homes of two of her classmates two times each this school year.  She's slept at BFF's a few times, as well.  Mostly BFF sleeps at our house.  She slept at BFF's house Friday night and BFF slept at our house last night.  I let her know that a weekend with two sleepovers is not something she should expect often.

Princess was exhausted and grumpy all day yesterday.  She was nervous about BFF coming to sleep over because BFF had a sleepover with another girl the night before.   We thought BFF was cming at 4, but she couldn't come until 6 because the other girl was still at her house.  Princess, of course, took her feelings out on me.  We got through it without anything getting too wonky.

We made our own pizzas (with store bought dough) when BFF arrived.  While the pizzas baked, the girls played Wii karaoke.  I checked on them after dinner and they were playing "adoption".  Princess was running the adoption agency and BFF was trying to adopt a baby (which happened to be a stuffed tiger).  It was time to fill out the paperwork, but BFF refused to agree to the terms of the adoption.  Princess insisted on a contract that she would visit every single day to make sure the baby was being cared for.  She started to get upset when BFF wouldn't sign.

So I called the girls over to show them my new RuPaul autographed photo.  They were baffled.  I told them about RuPaul and showed them some videos on You Tube: "Supermodel" and "Raining Men".  They were so enthralled!  Then we watched an interview of him dressed "as a man", in which he mentioned his show, "RuPaul's Drag Race".  They begged to watch it on Netflix and I let them.  They were so quiet while they watched!  They watched two episodes and then went to sleep at 9:30.  Anything before midnight is a sleepover miracle!  They were both exhausted from a busy weekend.

Today we hit the zoo.  I'm hoping to get some alone time with my girl Tuesday evening.  This 3-day weekend is flying by.



I have tried three times now to post about Hubster's autograph collecting.  Blogger keeps eating that paragraph.  I have edited it again, but here's the text just in case!

"Like I said, Hubster and I did some good talking and smoothed out all the hurt feelings and misinterpreted words soon after he got home yesterday afternoon. His latest obsession hobby is collecting celebrity autographs through the mail. He does a ton of research to find the addresses, then mails out a an 8 X 10 photo of the celeb that he has printed up along with a fan letter and SASE. Then he waits. He gets so excited when he sees a manila envelope addressed to him in his own handwriting come back in the mail! Then he scans in the signed photo to a forum dedicated to the hobby and experts weigh in on if the autograph is real or not (could be stamped on, printed with the computer or signed by an assistant). Some of his favorite autographs he's collected this way so far include Isabelle Furman, John Waters, Dakota Fanning and Dirk Benedict are among his favorites. Yesterday he got Debbie Gibson."

1 comments:

  1. So jealous of the John Waters!

    When I was in 6th grade, "Encino Man" had just come out. I fell for Brenden Fraser hard - in that 12-year-old girl way. I got his address in Teen Beat (they had the addresses of all the celebs in a sort of directory) and sent a letter. I got a 8x10 glossy and a handwritten letter answering all the questions I had asked within a month.

    My Mom framed the pic and the letter before me - I was robbed when I was 20 and living on my own. They took my Brenden Fraser frame and, get this, this glossy 8x10 of my non-famous friend Lauren. She had these "modelling" shots done by this creepy old Guy when we were 17 or 18. I told her to autograph it so I could hang it w my Brenden Fraser. Friggin' thieves.

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