Painting under the influence

Sunday night I helped my mom and her boyfriend paint my old room for my little brother.

While Jesse prepped the room, my mom and I went to the store to get some coke and something to snack on.

Halfway through the doors, we decided that we needed beer. We picked up a 24-pack of Bud Light, some Bicardi Mojito's, and a bottle of Boons. The later mostly for laughs.

When we got back home, I decided to make things a little more convenient and fill a cooler with some ice and take the drinks right downstairs.
Call me lazy, but I didn't want to be the one running up and down the stairs all night getting drinks. That's both a pain in the ass and dangerous...

So we got to work painting. Jesse did most of the work...we did help paint the ceiling, and my mom did one of the window frames while I was creating a playlist, and then we got a little side tracked and had our own dance party.
It was fun and I only stepped on a wet paint brush once.

Five Mojito's, two Bud Lights, and almost the entire bottle of Boons later, I was good and drunk and ready for bed.

I so love that I spent Sunday night getting drunk and dancing with my mom.

Even though it resulted in me falling asleep texting my long lost Brent and confessing that he's the best I've ever had...I do miss him...

Satan

Upon telling Leigh about earlier quoted conversation with my mom, she said,

"Satan is too real Candace."

"No he's not. I do not believe there is someone out there making people do bad stuff."

"He IS real and it's people like YOU that don't believe in him that he uses as his playthings."

"Well, depending on the context of that statement, that sounds kind of appealing..."

"You are such a perv!"


It's just the Satan in me.

Cross my fingers...

The night before last, I went to my Dad's house for dinner. I don't go over to his place that often...not because I don't love him, I just get so busy with work or spending time with friends. So on Sunday when he met me at Costco to get stuff for the dinner I was making that night, I offered to come make it for him and the kids on Wednesday. My dad was so excited that I was actually coming over that he called me every day to make sure I was still planning on coming. To be honest, I felt really bad...what kind of daughter am I? My dad's excited just because I'm coming to dinner at his house.

I've been trying really hard lately to spend more time with my dad and to at least call him once a day. I want to have a good relationship with him...there have definitely been times when we haven't gotten along...even lengths of time where we didn't speak to each other. It's not that my dad's a horrible person or anything. In fact, he's a wonderful man. He does all sorts of humanitarian work and he's always put his family before ANYTHING else. And if I need anything, at any moment of the day, he will be there to help me. He's just sort of hard to get along with.

He has a short temper and he's very passionate about everything in his life which makes it hard for us to get along when we have different opinions or beliefs. I was raised Mormon and he has had a very hard time accepting the fact that I no longer go to church or believe in it at all. That has caused many fights...he doesn't agree with my "lifestyle" and I don't really care what he thinks. I do to a degree, but not enough to change myself or compromise my happiness. So we have our disagreements.

That's why I've been really trying to maintain a good relationship with him. And he's been trying too. He doesn't throw a fit if he sees me with a beer when he comes over, he doesn't give me a hard time for my "lifestyle"...he certainly doesn't agree with it, but he has gotten better about freaking out on me.

However, my dad still likes to give me advice which usually turns into a lecture. I got sucked into one after dinner, right as I was getting my stuff to leave. He was going on about how much he worries about me and just wants me to be happy. He told me to never settle for anything less than love and respect. I think he's afraid I'll get married and one day 22 years down the road, I'll find myself in the beginning of a divorce. He doesn't ever want any of his children to go through what he and my mom have been through. I keep assuring him that I certainly don't plan on getting married ANY time soon. But, being a father, he still worries.

I decided to go out on a limb and try to help him understand. I sent him the link to this blog. I have been a little nervous to get his reaction to my very blunt, honest post...how freely I talk about sex. But I feel like, he already knows the things I do so what's the point in trying to hide it from him? I haven't heard from him yet...I don't even know if he's read it. So I'm crossing my fingers hoping he can open his heart and see that I wasn't trying to rub anything in his face...I was just trying to make him understand me a little better. Just trying to strengthen our relationship by showing him that I'm comfortable enough to confide in him and tell him about my life.
I really hope I did the right thing. And I guess I'll just have to wait and find out.

Underage Drinking

At the Diaz house we start em' young!

My mom has un-officially adopted Leigh. Ever since she lived with us for a couple months back when she was still working at Acentus, my mom has fallen in love with her. Now, almost 2 years later, she regards Leigh as one of her own daughters.

When Leigh had Robert nearly 6 months ago, my mom fell in love with him too. She's adopted him as her grandson seeing as I refuse to provide her with grandchildren to fawn over for at least another 5 years. And she insists when he starts talking, that he is to call her GiGi. The name she's decided she wants her grandchildren to call her.

Last night Leigh and Robert came over for dinner. It's always a bit of a fight when they come over for who gets to hold the baby. The rest of my family has taken to Robert as well. My mom won the battle this time telling the kids that they needed to sit down and eat their dinner and for Leigh and I to do the same so our food wouldn't get cold. So we sat down at the table while my mom and her boyfriend sat out on our back deck with Robert.

A few minutes later, my mom was hollering for us to come out and take a look at what Robert was doing. We walked out and saw him trying with all his little might to take a sip of her wine.
We just had to take a picture...it was priceless.

We went back inside and started on our dinner again, and 5 minutes later my mom's boyfriend came in.

"You guys have to come see this."

We walked outside to find Robert passed out against my mom's chest clutching the side of her wine glass.

He looked like he'd drank just enough to give him a good nights sleep.

He'll definitely fit in the family just fine.

Artist and jobless?

Tasteless or Obscene

So here I am again...
I've done the unspaekable...abandoned my blog, after so many empty promises of never doing so again...
My life is crazy and because I haven't been writing lately, I have no proof for you, but I hope you'll take my word for it. Even if it is a lame excuse. But, an excuse none the less. And the excuse I'm going to use for leaving Candyland alone for so long.

As usual, the mental slap in the face for not writing came from my dear friend Sarah. She didn't even have to say anything,not that she would(she's probably given up on me as a writer) all it took was a look at her blog again. Instantly, I felt a surge of sadness and longing for my own beloved Candyland. And a good twinge of guilt.
It wasn't however, until I read her post
Baking without Rlo may result in injury–Injury of others.
and tried to comment and assure Sarah that she's much better off without a husband anyway; that I experienced a much needed blogging reality check.
When I clicked on the link to comment, I was blocked by our inner office website filter and this message popped up across the screen: 'Blocked Content Analysis: Tasteless or Obscene'
I had to giggle and then of course, get by butt in gear and blog.
So yet again, I owe thanks to Sarah, my initial inspiration and the reason I ever even started blogging.
The best friends are always Tasteless and obscene...