Monthly Archives: July 2007

this is a test…

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Okay, to follow Louisa’s lead, I’ve decided to offer a test to see if you can be my friend. Some of you may not pass, and for that, I’m truly sorry. Just know that I loved you once.

Of course, my test isn’t nearly as classy as Louisa’s. Mine is more like the idiots guide to pop culture.

Choose one on each

  1. The Family Guy reruns or new American Dad episodes?
  2. Harry Potter or the Chronicles of Narnia (books)?
  3. Dark beer or Light Beer?
  4. Taquería or TexMex?
  5. Titanic or Poseidon?
  6. Ben Affleck or Matt Damon?

grocery store conversations

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Manboy: I wants me some turkey.

Group: You said you was a vegetarian.

Manboy: I am. I don’t eat fried chicken.

On the way out to my car two fratboys get out of their SUV deep into their conversation.

Fratboy1: Dude. She did the inverted splits.

Fratboy2: No effin’ way. (he said effin’)

Fratboy1: Totally. Inverted. Splits. Man the things I did to her that night. And she was upside down!

Fratboy2: Like a circus freak. Dude, you’re the master.

the end is drawing near…

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This is my last week at work and it feels a little weird. As of August 6, I will be a full-time writer and I almost don’t know how to process that.

I love the idea that I’ll be able to take my kids to school while wearing my pjs, come home, stay in my pjs, drink coffee, and daydream. Then write my daydreams down.

Totally a dream job.

Try not to be jealous. It’s hard, I know.

Meanwhile, this will be my last week to deal with expense reports, sales guys, accounts payable, vendor billing, and cash receipts.

I’ll miss my co-workers…but I won’t miss my job. (sorry, boss. I know you understand. Love you, mean it…)

1 day down…4 to go…Not to rub it in or anything, but

IN YOUR FACE! IN YOUR FACE! IN YOUR FACE!

no spoilers here…

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This is a Harry Potter weekend.

I finished reading Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows on Friday and am impatiently waiting for Fishdog to finish reading so we can discuss. If you’ve read the book, please don’t post spoilers in the comments because then I’ll be forced to edit/delete/moderate and frankly that’s just too much damn work. If you do force me into that position, I shall curse you with a pox. And trust me, after reading Deathly Hallows, I can soooooo curse you. Okay, that’s a spoiler, but it’s the only one…

So while I’m waiting for Fishdog to finish reading I’m going to go to the noon showing of Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. This is the first time I haven’t seen a HP movie on opening day. But this year, I was otherwise engaged when HP opened. Fishdog took the kids while I was in Dallas. He was a bad, bad boy. He broke the rules by going to see the movie without me and he was punished…

I’m really looking forward to O of the P because, even though it was my least favorite of the books (could Harry have been any whinier?) I’ve heard it’s the best of the movies. And all the trailers and previews I’ve seen look fantastic. Plus, we meet mean ol’ Dolores Umbridge. What a deliciously awful character!

Actually, I’ll be doing a double feature today because the family is going to join me for the 3:00 showing of The Simpson’s.

Today is gonna rock like a landslide.

mea culpa, michael hauge

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I did a bad, bad thing.

I misspelled my new BFF’s name in my former posts. What kind of BFF does that make me?

Michael Hauge (nice ass) is allowing me to make it up to him. He is a much better BFF than I. (Even if he is a pushover for any broad with a boa….) Who can blame him, though? I’ve touted the magic of the feather boa for as long as I can remember.

If you are a writer and you haven’t checked out his nice ass books because you think they are for screen writers only, then you’re missing out.

So to wrap up the groveling. I’m a tart with a boa and I misspelled his name. He writes awesome books and has a great ass sense of humor.

How’s that for an apology?

breaking up is hard to do…

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Since we’re relocating, we have to sell the house. So, we’re trying the FSBO route first. I know that a Realtor can get us an mls and get us listed on multiple sites, but frankly, I don’t care. FSBO is the way to go for us. At least right now.

Last night we popped our “First Showing” cherry. Great couple. We had met them both before (Oxford is a very incestuous town. We all know each other. It’s like 6 degrees from Kevin Bacon) They are definitely a couple I would like to sell our house to. I think they liked it. They stayed for a pretty good while, looked around, asked questions. They left us feeling optimistic. Maybe they’ll wanna come back? Maybe they’ll call with an offer? Maybe I’m getting my hopes up…

Yeah. This is the part of FSBO that nobody talks about. The fear of rejection. When a Realtor shows your house, you only know it because they leave a card. You don’t get face time with the people who might end up rejecting your home. But with FSBO, you meet your potential rejectors. And that’s a bitter pill to swallow. What is wrong with our house? Did we talk too much? Was it clean enough? Is it overpriced? What is wrong with them that they didn’t make an offer on the spot? Can’t they see how fucking awesome our house is? All the hard work we put into it? The bamboo flooring, the new lighting throughout, the open floorplan, the 8×10 Master Closet!?!?!?! Can’t they see this is the house for them?

Yeah, see, maybe FSBO isn’t the way to go…whether we mean to be attached to the house or not, we are. I’ve been trying to break-up with my house for a few weeks. It hasn’t been easy. I’m thinking an offer will make things much easier, though. I never said my love and loyalty couldn’t be bought…

preparation h…

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In which H stands for HAIRCUTS.

I have been dreading this moment since we decided to move back to Little Rock. We’ve decided the boys will be going to Catholic school and with that decision comes the realization they can’t be my long-haired-hippy-boys any longer.

I put off the hair cuts as long as possible. Today was d-day. I’m still not happy about it….

But here are my boys. Cute as they can possibly be…just missing a lot of hair. (ps: Rader does NOT have a bowl cut…he just refuses to do anything with it…so there ya go.)

Rader:


Is he a goofball or what?
Ian:


Nostalgia part deux

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I wouldn’t go back to being 18 again for anything…not even if I could go back knowing what I know now.

But as my friend Jen said, it was great to relive the innocence of 18 for just a few hours. When our biggest worries were test scores and rejection and how to score our next beer. (not that I drank when I was 18…)

I’m still on a nostalgia high. I spent a fantastic week at conference and then followed it with a great night with old friends. Wonder what the crash is gonna feel like? Maybe, if I’m lucky, I’ll just coast on the good feelings for a while.

I find it ironic that I enjoyed myself as much as I did, when even the morning of my reunion, I was dreading it. I don’t know what I was worried about…I guess no matter how much you grow into yourself, old insecurities can come crashing back like a landslide. High School was bittersweet for me. I didn’t always have a Naughty River (or at least, my Naughty River wasn’t free flowing…) I never had the one “boyfriend” but I had a lot of great boy friends. I never was the star athlete but I was athletic. I knew almost everyone, and was friend to most, but only felt true to myself around a few.

Today, I’m okay with who I am around everyone. I can look at the big picture and think, “I don’t have to be everyone’s friend. It’s their loss.” Could you imagine ever thinking something like that in High School? Or, if you thought it, did you really believe it?

The best part of this weekend’s reconnection was seeing that we’d all grown into ourselves. I’m amazed at the adults my friends turned out to be. And I don’t know why it should be surprising…they are my friends, and I’ve always had great taste… if I do say so myself.

ian’s big day

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Before:

(Okay, isn’t he the cutest damn thing ever? I hate that we have to cut his hair for his new school this week. Sigh. I love my long-haired-hippy-boy.)

During:


After:


Do you guys remember what it was like the day you got your braces off? I do…my teeth felt like they had slime on them and I couldn’t stop smiling. Ian said, “I can’t wait to eat an apple!” LOL

oh the nostalgia…

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Bryant High School…20 years later.

Wow. It was fantastic seeing so many of my old pals. There was one group of friends I was most interested in catching up with, and thankfully they were all there. 2 of the guys traveled from Seattle and one traveled all the way from New Zealand. It was fantastic.

After the reunion, several of us took the party upstairs. At 5:00 a.m. I realized I was too old for this kinda thing. We all bid our farewells and I figure we’ll do it again in another 10. Or maybe in 5. Who knows?

The top picture is of my BFF Jen, Kim, Laurie and me. Laurie is a nurse in Afghanistan right now. She amazes me.

To the right is a pic of me and my friend Annetta.

And then the last pic on the left is of the group I was most looking forward to seeing. Me, Jason, Jon, Nolen, Jen. At one point or another, I crushed on each of the guys. Nolen and I did try to date a few years after high school, but we remained friends instead. It was a great night, lots of memories, and a little too much booze, but hey, if it only happens once every 10 years, it’s okay…right?