School starts Thursday and I’ve lost my train of thought…and my car keys.

School starts Thursday.

Last year started out as a trip to Bedlam asylum, complete with Boris Karloff. It ended out being a pretty good year with a lot of smiles and friendships that will last forever. Best of all the kids LEARNED stuff.

I wrote a 1,500 word rehash on all the weirdness of last school year. It turned into a lecture on teaching children early on and about reputation and the company they keep. All lessons based on experience and grounded common sense. See what I mean, it sounds like a lecture. Needless to say I did not post THAT tonight. You’ve been spared.

We didn’t think of the future much when we were kids. I didn’t. Maybe the boys did. I knew the future would be full of bright dreams and lace dresses and that it would all fall together as soon as I arrived in Paris with my paints. That was just one dream. I’d be educated but with little use for my knowledge, at least not at first. Save that thought. Everything you learn will be useful one day. Your brain is like a toolbox. You never know what tool you’ll need, but when you need that weird obscure tool you’ll be glad you have it.

Anyway… see, this post is leading in the same direction. Absolutely nowhere. Or somewhere, like inside of a shoebox or the back of a coat closet (no trap door to another world either, just coats, umbrellas, old guitars, blueprints and sun hats.)

So, where was I?

Nowhere.

School starts Thursday.

It will be a good year.

Better than the year I turned 16 when one of my friends almost killed my future husband, but that is another post, another day, and another time.

Someone is asking about a misplaced backpack so I have to sign out.

 

~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman

 

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Just think - your teens could be listening to this crap.

Just think – your teens could be listening to this crap.

 

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Back-to-school and musings about growing up and being a Vampire

Due to several years of elementary school dress codes my children both abhor khaki pants and polo shirts. They both avoid khaki pants like holy water or the plague. Clara will no longer wear another polo shirt. Garrett also avoids them at all cost. But that isn’t a problem. Polo shirts and khaki pants aren’t a good look for vampires anyway.

At this point in the world of parenting Vampire Maman doesn’t really need to worry much about back to school shopping, at least when it comes to clothing. They’re at that age where they get clothes when they need (want) them. They aren’t growing much at 15 and 18.

The youngest will need to pay an exorbitant amount for a year book, get a couple of school tee shirts for PE, a student body card, paper, a new binder and binder dividers plus an assortment of pens. Much easier than the 24,000 item list from the average elementary school year.

The eldest is going off to college. That will drain our bank account and our patience (I felt the same way about kindergarten with the 3 page supply list). I don’t know what else to say. It isn’t just off to school. It is off to adult life. It is enough to give even a Vampire nightmares. It also makes us (the parents) proud.

We just got back from four nights at Lake Tahoe in a cabin with no phone service or Internet. Just like old times. It was a nice break before school started.

When we’re all alone with family and friends we spend a lot of time talking about everything under the sun. The teens are always included.

Imagine two cabins full of Vampires and their dogs. My kids brought friends. My brother had his family there (college and grad school kids and their friends), plus we had other assorted family members and friends. There were fifteen of us in all. Plus all of our Vampire friends in Tahoe dropped by.

Oh my goodness we laughed so hard some nights I thought I’d break a rib. There is no better time than time spent with Vampires.

This post is sort of a kick-off post to the fall blogging season. School is starting up again. Summer is ending. Maybe the drought will end (it rained for two days in the mountains and one down in the valley.) It is also the beginning of the holiday season – Halloween, Thanksgiving, Hanukkah, Christmas and New Year, not to mention quite a few other holidays of various folks that we know.

This time of year also brings a lot of talk about relationships. No relation to anything, but it always seems that way. Maybe it has to do with school starting.

Relationships are always in the front line of our world. Vampires are all about relationships, be it with each other or with our Regular Human friends (and those who aren’t really friends.)

Our children, and those who have recently become one of us, start to get, well, a bit more predatory and mature. It is just the way it is.

So  along with holidays I’ll be posting more on relationships. Romance will be a big part of it, but the day-to-day stuff will also be covered.

Even Vampires can make each other walk on eggshells and be cruel and unthinking. They can be stupid (my brother Max for example) or they can be brilliant in their choices and romantic bonds. We all have stories to tell – and I have a lot of stories.

In the meantime, I’m back… back to work, back to school activities, back to sports, off to college, back to my cats, and my life outside of the woods.

I’m also back to writing – outside of this blog. A few weeks ago I published my first short story collection on Amazon (Morning in the Vineyard), but my current projects are much larger. I’m finishing up some novels.  We’ll see what happens. They were all started long before this blog.

Teddy is busy with his business. My brothers are having adventures or misadventures of their own. The elders are needing more help. Werewolf friends and Zombies are sending me messages too. Plus there is a certain ghost I need to deal with.

August is still in the middle of the summer but sometimes it seems like fall, at least in the heart – a time of change and a time for old leaves to fall and new thoughts, dreams and experiences to grow until they take bud later in the year.

Have a good week everyone.

~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman

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Bed Bug, Bedbug, Freeze Out, Hardscrabble …teenage boys and love

School will start soon (high school) and for teens that means socializing and flirting and crushes and giggling and whispering with friends when “she” walks by (especially for my son and his friends.)

I’d posted the blog post below back in February 2013 but thought it was worth revisiting…

 

 

 

Bed Bug, Bedbug, Freeze Out, Hardscrabble,

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Poseidon’s loyal helper

Sailor’s guardian angel

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I looked at the note on yellow lined paper written in black Sharpie that I found in the dryer. Fragments of the musings of a 16 year old boy.

The first line is names of a town not far from where we live, founded during the California gold rush. The rest of it is taken from Greek Mythology. I knew what it was.

It is Ione. His long time friend Ione. Once a funny little fair haired girl, now a leggy and shapely blonde of 16. She is also, like my son, a Vampire.

I unfolded the note more, crisp from the dryer and still warm.

I have known you forever

Since our time began

As babies

Then children of the night

As teens

Now growing into adulthood

Our hearts

Our minds

Our future

Am I to be with you?

My mythical love

My desire

My chance

A kiss from you

And I would be

Happy forever

Ione.

So far, aside from the occasional glances at Vampire girls and life long friendships, he has never set his heart on one, especially not one in his tight-knit social circle of “The Vs” as they call themselves.

Ione is quiet and funny and smart. But don’t piss her off because she isn’t one to forgive or forget anything. She also sees herself in some mythical role as avenging angel, taking on the cause of the bullied, down trodden and anyone in her opinion who has been treated unjustly.

Most people see her sort of an exceptionally smart, brilliant dumb-blonde. Smart and goofy. Sort of like my son’s best friend Randy.

I was ready to pocket the note when Garrett came into the laundry room and said “Give me that.”

“I didn’t know you liked her that way,” I said.

“It isn’t what you think.”

“Did you write it for Randy?”

“No. Don’t’ say anything Mom. It isn’t anything.”

“OK.” I smiled.

And then he smiled the shy way 16 year old boys do.

~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman

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