How to do the Coachella festival

For some lovely reason, I seem to be a small fountain of knowledge on the Coachella website.  So I thought I’d do a posting on how I did this wonderful 3-day festival last year and how I plan on doing it little differently this year.

Last year was my first festival… and I blogged the experience (of course… when don’t I blog an experience!)

Coachella 2010

What I learned from that experience:  Don’t bother with chairs or blankets.. the grass isn’t gross and its pretty comfortable.  You won’t be able to see EVERY band you want.. cuz  its 130 ish bands performing on 5 different stages all at the same time.  You’re going to miss SOME!  lol

There is plenty of food and drink of all varieties but it can get expensive.  If you’re not camping I’d pack a cooler of snacks, alcohol & water in your car and take an hour out to visit it occasionally.  We’re planning on doing that this year… I’ll let ya know how it worked out!  But there are fountains to refill your water because at $2 a pop it gets expensive trying to keep hydrated out in the desert!

Last year when the line-up was posted on the Coachella website they had a link to almost every band that lead to video of their most popular song.  It was a wonderful way to plan your days.  I printed the line-up out, listed to every video and sorted them into a “yes!” “God no!” and “maybe”.  Then I planned on comparing my list to my fellow attendee who, of course, we no where near as obsessive organized as I am so hadn’t done much.  But he helped weigh in on the maybe’s.

All I’m saying is go as prepared as you can.  You can fluidly change those plans when you’re there but not knowing who is playing where and when will make it much less enjoyable.  I’ve purchased several of the albums from bands I first heard at Coachella.  Both to support the band and because I loved hearing them.

On the Coachella Facebook page you can find in (but its a search!) the  2010 & 2009 lineup.  And several joke line-ups that almost gave me a heart attack!

Right now the only way to buy tickets, that I know of is through the Coachella website.  On the home page is a “Layaway” button and choosing that will walk you through buying tix and camping spots through their layaway program.  I’d have happily paid full price but I didn’t want to miss out on a camping spot by waiting until that option was available.

Now… where to stay.  On the Coachella Facebook page there is a lot of talk about how great or horrible camping is.  It really depends on the individual.  Me, I’m 47, and camping wasn’t fun for me when I was in my 20’s!  I need a nice bed to fuck sleep on and I’d rather cook my breakfast cheaper than buying it at a local restaurant.  So I rented a condo for the trip.

“Oh but the money!” you say.  Well, yes.  Last year was expensive but worth it.. and we learned a lot about how to make it free for us this year.  Back in September I got a condo that sleeps six for a great rate in the nearby town of Indio.  By renting out the other bedroom and the pull out queen for the 3 nights of the festival I will have paid for the condo.  I also bought 2 camping spots with my ticket.  Why, when I have the condo?  Because last year, camping spots were selling for over $500 each on ebay because EVERYTHING was sold out.  There wasn’t a single place to stay and its not like its close enough to drive back to L.A. each night!  I plan on selling my camping spots for about the cost of my admission tix (maybe a bit more, hee hee… for alcohol!).

And viola.. my vacation is almost free.  So now I can buy the right shoes for the event!  Because you’ll be walking or standing for the better part of 3 days and it is just DAMN difficult to find the right balance between comfort and sexy!  Last year on the first day I went with sexy shoes.  But was sexy no more as I hobbled back to the car in agony.  Next 2 days I went with comfortable tennies but the pix of us at the event.. God, they screamed old foggies!!

You know me.. I refuse to go any place where the man next to me is sexier than I am!  And Sex God was totally getting checked out by the 20 year olds!  But, of course, he’s incredibly sexy most times.

So that’s how I did Coachella and what I plan on doing this year and every year after that.  It’s a wonderful vacation.

Although since we’re taking my little car to save on gas, I’m going to have to figure out how to rig the windows for privacy!

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My Job

I’ve said it before (but no one reads the older posts, lol.  No one is as compulsive about going back to the beginning and following a bloggers journey as I am!) but I’ll say it again…  I have a different idea about the definition of my job as a parent.

In a way I’m like my Dad who took his role of “father” as seriously, but only when he actively chose to get involved in us, which was rare. Like most kids, we were parented by our mother with our father peripherally involved. Probably what made me a dominant female who married a man who preferred me that way.

So when I had my own kids I took to it a little like a job.  There were a million tasks to be done, decisions to be made for the little guy (s) and constant need-answering being demanded.  Which I’ve always been good at doing.

Yet when I look back on my style of parenting I can categorize it as different from my friends on a few levels.  I realize that we all parent the same way, basically, but we do it with different levels in each category.  For Instance:

The Caretaker: We’re all in charge of the basic needs of our kids.  Food, shelter and the basic healthy well-being of each.  You know, like any unemotional system.  Here’s your grub, brush your teeth, go to bed, wake up, here’s your grub, off to school.  Most parents, men especially, find this the easier road to master.  Because its just management.  Constantly changing as the years go by Management, but management just the same.

The Teacher: We’re also supposed to be training our kids to be ready for adulthood, a task many completely forget.  It’s impossible to imagine or plan for this when they’re under 3 years old and since those are the primary trust years I always say pamper the shit out of them during those first 3 years.  But once they are older…. oh, welcome to the REAL world!  You can start them off with “helping” Mommy which can turn into chores which can turn into responsibility.  Which I covered in these 3 blogs.

Kids and Money #1

Kids and Money #2

Kids and Money #3

The Loving Parent:  As “MOM” our job is to love them like few others do.  We have to give them all the levels of love.. unconditional, conditional, loving- you- while- still- being- the- heavy, silly love, playful love, I-almost-lost-you-and-can’t-live-without-you love… and every other aspect of love you can experience.  We feel that and shower our kids with various ones at least once throughout their lives.  Including the I-Love-Who-You-Grew-Into love.

What I noticed, is some people express their Parent Love in Caretaker form.  They shower the kids with whatever thing they want.  Some do it because its easier than dealing with correcting the whining behavior  over and over again.  Some do it because they want a better childhood for their kids than they had (was it really THAT bad? Are you a mass murderer?)  And some do it because they feel its the best expression of them as a Loving Parent.

The truth is we all like to feel we do each part pretty well.  But we do some parts better than others.  I excel at The Teacher and I’m pretty damn good at The Loving Parent but I was a better Manager when they were little.

Of course, part of being The Teacher is out-sourcing some of my management responsibilities to the  kids!

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Slapping Rights

There’s a pretty good episode on the sitcom How I Met Your Mother when they make a slap bet and the loser has to take 5 slaps from the winner.  They even designate a friend as Slap Commissioner to settle disputes and the loser has to chose between taking them all at once or randomly and unexpectedly.  It’s hilarious..

I want that to be a legal right.

Because people can be sooo stupid.  You should be able to just smack them whenever they do an obviously ridiculous act.  Just to be able to really give consequences to that person who cut in line, double parked or took FOREVER at a check out counter with questions and complaints!  I mean, if there is a consensus of strangers who witnessed said stupid or un-courteous act then the injured party should be able to instantly dispense justice.  And if more than one party is injured they should Rock, Paper, Scissors to see who gets the privilege.

I loved this idea.  All the way up to the moment I did something stupid!

Wait… can we amend this law to exclude all women named Heather?



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Itching

Itching makes no sense to me.

From a Darwinian, species selection point of view… just what good does itching do for us?  Pleasure, pain, sneezing.. I get all that.  But itching?

Oh I know its probably whatever has infected, bit, grazed us is trying to get us to spread itself or create a better habitat for its survival.  But has our genetic code let the bugs have THAT much control after millions of years of evolution?  Really?

And a healing cut.. why does that itch?  It’s detrimental to scratch it when it itches because the skin might tear or we might get dirt and bugs into the wound… so why?  Why would the specimens who scratched survive at all?  Wouldn’t they die out over the ones that didn’t?  Are you telling me that in millions of years of evolution there wasn’t born a few humans who DIDN’T itch and therefore didn’t scratch?

Then again.. there are still people on Larry Springer, so maybe evolution isn’t as smart as we think i t is!?


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Holiday Spirit

No matter how you try to prevent it a Divorce sucks up your money. So when Christmas came around I wasn’t sure Santa was going to make much of an impact this year for my kids.  And I KNEW  it was going to be a much less one for me!

But I completely forgot about my friends and family… and boy did they surprise me.

My dearest friend Eithne (who’s worse off than me when it comes to money) managed to buy something completely within her budget and STILL completely perfect for me!  A new ornament for my tree, something I like to do every year and didn’t do this year as it seemed frivolous AND a 10 nail polish kit with portable manicure set.   I genuinely love it!

My sister, my brother, my father & his wife and my mom, all sent money that I was able to buy the kids almost everything off their list that they wanted.  They were ecstatic!  Even when they frowned as they opened mine which was a box of clothes (thank you Goodwill!) with Lottery Scratchers inside.  Luke loved the clothes and Conor managed to win $50!

But I didn’t have an extra un-opened “Santa” gift for the kids.  You know, the “big” present your parents usually give you.  I just couldn’t afford any such item. I was hoping they’d reached the age they no longer needed Santa gifts, even though Conor insisted on leaving cookies & milk out for Santa (like she needed the CALORIES!! bitching the whole way of having to pour the milk BACK into the carton) .

Apparently no-Santa-gift was unacceptable to my mother.  She tottles over at 9:30 pm with a “Santa gift for the boys,” she tells me.  I had no idea WHAT she had that she couldn’t “hide” in the trunk of my car for me to put out when they were asleep.  I was truly baffled until I saw her and her cohort neighbor haul a flat screen 32″ t.v. box out of her back seat.

O. M. G. !!  Over-board!  Too much!  and a quiet.. YIPPEEE!!

Her neighbor sets it up while she explains that my brother, A Prop Master on a t.v. show (Raising Hope.. watch it.. its very, very good!) got this for cheap off a set.  So it’s not as extravagant as it seems.  But oh.. it WAS perfect!

See, Id been contemplating upgrading my t.v. to one that can access my wireless.  Since my kids tend to watch their favorite shows online when they finish whats been recorded (and I certainly can do the same) I could possibly cut my expensive cable bill completely out of my life if I had a t.v. that could access the internet.  I just couldn’t decide which I wanted to do first, cut off the cable and use the savings to get the t.v. or get the t.v. first.

After all, hardship doesn’t damage my kids, it just makes them whinier.

But thanks to Santa I didn’t have to make that choice.  And its another example of the spirit of giving we try to celebrate at Christmas.  Because if you think about it… being able to GIVE to others is just as, if not more, rewarding than receiving.

Although receiving feels pretty damn good, too!



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The Little Squirt

I have discovered, in the year I’ve been single, a lot about myself.  One of the most unusual things was that I’m one of those women who sometimes squirt’s during sex.

When I first heard of this phenomenon (and saw it in porn) I frankly thought that it was bullshit.  Because it looks soooo much like pee and comes from what looks like the same place, I just assumed it was pee.

Until I had a sexual encounter where it happened to me.

Now to be honest.. the sensation of squirting must travel along the same lines along your body as pee, so when it happens there’s this sense you need to stop and go to the bathroom!  But if you just let go of that instinctual desire….  well you don’t really pee, you squirt.

I did watch a documentary on the process and they’ve tested this secretion and declared it NOT urine.. no matter the duct it travels through.   Some women do it a lot and some do it a little and some do it not at all.  And I don’t do it with every man, nor in every position.  There are just certain situations, certain positions… combined with certain men that make me squirt.

There is this one very hot, very talented man who always makes me squirt. A lot!  It’s this special combination of size, mood and position, I think.  Yet sometimes mood alone can bring it on as I squirted in Vegas.  Its this subtle stimulation of the clitoris during that perfect g-spot sex act.  My instinct is to clench during orgasm.. but if I just relax & let go… it takes the experience to another level.  Almost like switching the tracks on a train.

And my legs have to be open wide, very wide.. which is probably how and why the clitoral stimulation happens so perfectly and why size matters a bit.  Size stretches a woman and causes her sensitive bud to get caressed by the cock, while length hits the g-spot.

So continual fast stimulation of both can sometimes take a woman quickly to orgasm and beyond.. to squirting.  Since even being able to orgasm involves a woman letting go of all her inhibitions and thoughts and just feeling…  if a woman allows herself to continue the stimulation she may achieve a higher level of orgasm… i.e. squirting.

And for me the squirting isn’t long or large but it’s definitely there.    Dripping down your leg and bringing a whole new meaning to “the wet spot”!!

But back to this one lover who just exhausts me with orgasms and squirting.   Literally… I’m begging him to cum and let me sleep after 30 minutes!   Which he wonderfully obliges.  But then wakes me up after a few hours to want to go at it again.  I swear on our first night I limped home!  And on our second, because I knew I needed to get some sleep, I had to leave his bed and scamper back to mine!

But that last time the squirting was so much and so intense at one point the sensation I had… that feeling I had to pee… translated into a sensation I was going to do a number 2.  Now some might find that gross or a point to panic, but since I’ve done and enjoyed anal sex I know it was just that part of my body participating in the overall over-stimulation of the entire act.

What can I say… I’m an over-achiever!


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Now THIS is a Christmas Story

I think The Bloggess is an inspiration to women …and people who blog …and writer’s searching for expression EVERYWHERE.  She’s wacky and funny with a wonderful talent with photos and interent tweaking.  But she’s also insightful and sometimes soul-rippingly personal its a testimonial to her bravery.

This blog… (as wonderful as her Red Dress posting),  to me… is the the most amazing example of the core meaning of the Holiday Season.  And I say Holiday Season instead of Christmas because its the core beliefs of the Christian religion we admire not the crazy faith of believing the miracles it took the people of 1 AD to belief the basic teachings of love-thy-fellow-man that Jesus taught.

Today, many religions have similar beliefs and end up wasting a lot of their energy in persuading others that their version is MORE correct than another religions.  So many times a church’s money goes to send people to another country to “mission” the people of that country to that church’s belief system.  I am adamantly against this.  I look around at the “NEED” that exists right here.  A need that money can help fix and grumble that perhaps any church should just evangelize with good works and let others ask and skip the whole “mission” fiasco.  In this day with the internet, if I want to know about a religion.. there is tons of information.

But I digress.  Because The Bloggess has managed to accidentally stumble into the true meaning of giving with a simple posting.  Try to read this without getting tearful, I dare ya!

The Bloggess

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Out of the mouths…

My uncle Jay is a little mentally challenged.  He was oxygen deprived at birth and as the youngest, wasn’t given any grown-up abilities or responsibilities. Since my mom got knocked up with me when she was 20 and her baby brother was 6, he’s very close to my age. So he’s in his early 50’s these days.

My mother’s sister, Laura, is supposed to be in charge of his money (and doing a shitty job of it because she can’t keep her bitterness out of the transactions) so if he wants to see family for Xmas it has to go through her.  So my mother tells me of a conversation she had with her brother Jay over this.

JAY: Laura says I’m going to Mom’s for Christmas… I thought I was going to Mary’s? (his 3rd of 4 sisters).

My Mom: Well, the Executive Decision makers decided it would be better if you came out here to Mom’s

JAY: Oh, Maaan!  Why aren’t I ever involved in these decisions?

My Mom: You told us you couldn’t leave before the 21st because you had a prior commitment, so this was the best we could do.

JAY: Well… there’s a hockey game on the 19th and I’ll need the 20th to recover from my hangover.

HA!!  Nice to have such clear priorities!!

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The Sex Chart

Ah.. the beauty of Facebook is connecting with friends I haven’t seen in 25 years!  Especially my sorority sisters.. cuz these women I got DRUNK with, studied with, laughed with and lived with on a daily basis for almost 3 intensely important years of my life.

Recently one of them asked me if I still  had the Sex Chart I  kept back then on the men I’d dated.  Oh my, I thought, I’d completely forgotten about that!  Back in my college days, being a storyteller AND promiscuous I wanted a way to keep track of my one-night-stands, flings experiences.  They were interesting moments and memories and the details were starting to fade.  Being  over-organized I created a chart! hee hee.

I know it had at least 13-15 categories in which I scored each man on a scale of 1-10.  I can’t for the life of me remember all of those categories  (when I’d filled the sheet with more than 20 entries I threw it out!)  but I’m sure there were the obvious ones;  Penis Length, Penis Width, oral skills, kissing skills, looks, chest, arms, intercourse skills and probably hair! lol

What I find interesting in thinking about this, is what categories I would add now.  Those would be; musical tastes, political views, movie preferences, favorite sport, desire to experiment, plays well with others and the biggest, most important category of all….

Amount of desire for Heather.

Because nothing is more interesting than being in the company of a man (or men) who finds you fascinating, alluring, great company and so hot he can barely keep his hands off you.  Or rather, you can barely keep your clothes on cuz he keeps trying to strip you!

With this type of man you can go anywhere and do anything with him no matter the activity and every moment in his company is its own form of foreplay and adoration.  My favorite is to take them shopping.. starting with the lingerie department!

If course if he’s eye candy for you the fun is multiplied hundredfold!


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Why the lie damages the relationship

So I was talking to a friend who was explaining how catching her bf in a lie made her so made.  She used the standard, “It’s not what he did, its the fact he lied.  How can I trust him now?” But she also kept excusing the action and focusing on the lie.  Which every woman does, blaming broken trust as the reason for her future actions.  Yet I knew there was more to it.  Broken trust is a problem and valid.. but I just felt there was more to it.  After all “Broken Trust” is really a pretty damn vague term!

Then it hit me the best way to describe it.  So I told her (and the other woman listening, lol.  Don’t I always attract an audience!)

You have this ideal in your heart and head of who your man is.  Like a bunch of balloons filled with helium.  When he lies or cheats or does something hard to forgive, one of those balloons pop and he drops a level in your eyes.  So your feelings of disappointment, its actually you mourning the little death of his status.

Because the way men & women status relationships is is different from the very beginning.  When a woman meets a new man they like and start a relationship they place him at the highest level of potential perfection.  He is never more “the one” than at that  moment of possibility.  As she discovers his flaws, his human-ness, those balloons of perfection pop and his status drops lower and lower.

In some cases he drops and drops and suddenly he’s at a level she cannot tolerate.  And she moves on.  Or sometimes she starts to see the dropping as ways he can improve and tries to facilitate that!  The dropping is important because every woman needs to see her man with the reality of who he is… not the elevated status of her ideal or who she thinks he can become.  But some panic as they see this perfection they feel they need slowly disappear.

Now men… men tend to see women in the opposite way.  They see a woman as just a woman.  But as they get to know her they attach balloons to her and she rises closer to the ideal they’re looking for.  Even as he’s unknowingly dropping himself in her eyes.

When a relationship works.. I think they meet in the middle and stabilize.  Which is why women get so upset when a man does something to drop further in her eyes.  Not only does it mess up this delicate stabilization, she misses the man he was to her.

Hmmmm…. perhaps this is why women feel if they’re good at being a wife and mother, it raises their status in the eyes of their man.

Lucky for me I never understood the appeal of balloons!


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