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hairs day! prom! friends! wine! opossum!

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Today I get my hairs did. Which is good, because my Go-Go Red needs to be punched up a bit.

We pick up Ian’s tux this afternoon. Prom. ❤

I had a great night with an old friend last night. Well, “old” as in lifelong…We hadn’t seen each other in a decade. It was amazing catching up with her. We will not wait so long to hang out again.

Another awesome thing about last night? She introduced me to a wonderful new wine. And you know I always love new wine. Especially when it’s in a bottle!! (Unless it is that crappy white zinfadel. That belongs in the toilet.)

Paul Hobbs Chardonnay. ZOMG. My taste buds and liver were so damn happy.

ION (of the weird variety) There was a possum in our backyard this morning. (or as one of my high school teachers would say: Miss McKenzie, that would be opossum. there is no such animal as a “possum”) Frieda Mae actually picked it up and carried it around like  puppy. I’M NOT KIDDING, PEOPLE! Picked. It. Up. Then it played dead. It was very committed to its role as dead possum. El Jefe scooped it up with a shovel and dust pan and placed it on the other side of the fence…where it continued to play dead.

Welcome to Arkansas.

If it’s still there when I get home, I’m going to name it Fred Finkle.

rollin’ like a boss

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El Jefe has a new ride. Well, it’s a “new to him” ride and she’s a beauty. 1985 Mercedes 300D Turbo Diesel. Trust me, he’s rollin’ like a boss in this baby.

She needs some TLC that’s for sure, but her interior is almost impeccable. This will be a fun car to restore. I’m going to make him wear a driver’s hat while I sit in the backseat and sip my cocktail. Drive on, James. (why are the drivers always named James?)

While we were in Hot Springs picking up his new girlfriend car, we decided to stop in for a beverage at The Ohio Club: The oldest bar in Arkansas. I’m pretty sure I sat next to Al Capone…or was sitting on Mae West’s lap…It’s a great old bar and we’ll have to go back again.

Jefe tried a new monk-made beer: St. Berarndus

And I tried what was touted as the “Best Beer in the World.” It was yummy, but I’m not sure it was the best…

We did loads of yard work on Saturday, I planted tons of seeds that will hopefully turn into a giant bed of color here in a few weeks. I’ll keep you posted.

How was your weekend?

for El Jefe

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I totally wanted to celebrate El Jefevember, but since he doesn’t like to make a fuss, I settled for celebrating The Week of El Jefe. Dinner tonight…and a weekend full of friends and fun. If we’re lucky, it’s gonna be messy.

channeling James Brown: I FEEL GOOD!

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Okay, so Monday’s post was a bit of a downer, and if y’all know me (and I think you do) you know that I don’t like to dwell on the negative. Because really? Dwelling on the ugly doesn’t make it any less ugly, does it? Nope. But dwelling in uglyville can certainly start making me feel all yucky on my inside parts and that is the last thing I want.

So last night I walked with @JennChristman for over an hour. We haven’t gotten to do that in a while and it was so nice to get back into our walking groove. We had lots to talk about because the ‘bridge people’ were out in droves. (We saw a guy with BACK CRACK!! OMG. Who has BACK CRACK?) And a major Cammo-DON’T. Or Cammo-No. Or just CamNo. Not sure…you pick. But this skinny chick was wearing two differen’t patterns of cammo…the pants looked like PJ pants. It was wrong on sooooo many levels.

While we were walking, I totally got caught checking a cyclist out. Completely busted. But then, I guess he got busted too, so that makes us even. Jenn and I were walking and this cute biker was coming toward us. I smiled, he smiled, I thought “Hmmmm. Cute.” and then I waited a few seconds and turned to check out his backside…and apparently he was turning to check out mine at the same time. DOH! total movie moment and funny as hell. Never saw him again, so it wasn’t serendipity…but it was awesome.

I slept hard last night after finally catching up on Project Runway! (can I just say YAY ALTHEA AND CAROL HANNAH!?) And this morning, I decided to wear my favorite necklace. Good things always happen when I wear this necklace. I don’t know if it’s because I always feel great when I wear it or what…but I love it.


It makes me happy.

Another thing that makes me happy? Atomic Fireballs, Jelly Bellies, and Lemonheads.

OH and Key Lime Pie. Though it is a little out of season for the actual pie here in Arkansas. But when I taste Key Lime Pie I always think of the beach and that ALWAYS makes me happy. (So does the Kenny Chesney song.)

Speaking of songs that make me happy:

Tell me what gets you in a good mood when you’ve had a crappy week?

way to ruin a good walk, lady

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Yesterday Fishdog and I took the dogs for a walk. (btw, Fishdog blogged last night, pop over and check out his words of wisdom)

We have a nice, hilly neighborhood with lots of trees, so it’s a really great place to get some exercise in.

Ruby (the smug Pug) was so excited, she couldn’t contain herself. She loves a good walk. I didn’t think I was going to be able to keep up with her at first. She was straining against the leash, begging to run. I’m in no shape to run yet, so she just had to strain. Finally about 4 blocks into the walk, she chilled.

There is a field and a creek where we take the dogs so they can do their ‘walking’ business. Pete (the collie mix) is finicky about where he does his business. Even in the backyard, he’ll chose high grass or go behind a row of bushes. Pete likes his privacy.

Now we always carry doggy bags, just in case the dogs don’t take care of their business in the field area. I know I hate it when I find random piles in my yard and I make certain we don’t allow our animals to crap in our neighbors’ yards.

Which brings me to the rest of the story.

Fishdog and I were admiring a couple of yards on the street. Ruby sniffed around a culvert and decided that the ditch was the perfect place to pee. She peed, we moved on.

A door opened and I hear a lady’s voice “Hey!” It was a friendly voice. I turned around and smiled thinking maybe it was someone we knew. “Can I clean that up for you?” she asked.

What?

I was stunned. I said, “Um, no. She just peed. We have bags.” And we turned and walked away.

Can I tell you how much that pissed me off? Cuz it did. Royally.

I had already responded when I thought of a better comeback. (isn’t that always the way?) I should’ve said, “Sure. She peed a lot, so bring two sheets.” Fishdog suggested, “Nah. The leaves covered it up.”

I can’t believe she assumed I let my dog shit in her yard!

I guarantee you that after we walked on, she came outside and checked. Hah. Fishdog and I contemplated cleaning up our backyard last night and dumping the whole bag in hers…but that just wouldn’t be very neighborly. It sure would make me feel better though.

it’s a good day to be me…

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See how over yesterday I am?

Today is beautiful! We woke up to a 45 degree morning. The windows were open, a gentle breeze soughing our skin, the cats playing chase…it was a perfect morning to snuggle in.

So I asked Fishdog get up and get the kids ready for school. And being the obedient fishdog that he is…he did as I asked. Not without a small argument that it wasn’t really snuggling if he wasn’t in the bed.

Semantics.

This will be a lovely weekend full of yard work, walking, writing, and wine drinking.

Anyone have any big plans they’d like to share?

twfkam

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Fishdog refers to me as twfkam in his blog.

Several of you flit over to the flophaus and take a gander every now and then and then come back and ask me what the hell twfkam means.

The Woman Formerly Known As Momma.

See, I have this thing about my husband calling me momma. I hate it. Absolutely, fucking, hate it. With one exception…when he’s talking to me for the kids. “Momma, can you help Rader with his homework while I do something manly like light the grill?” That’s fine. I have no issue with that.

But, when we’re out together, just the two of us, or we’re at home, just the two of us, or the kids are in the room but Fishdog is speaking to me about something that has nothing to do with them, or if he is blogging about me– he is no longer allowed to call me momma.

It’s been a hard adjustment for him, but he finally did manage to stop referring to me as momma in his blog. Sometime this past spring he finally got a clue. It’s only taken me twelve years to get it into his head…but hey, at least he can be taught, right?

who’s that boy?

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Fishdog and I go to the gym at least 4 days a week over lunch. Since Si is staying with us this week, I picked him up and brought him along today.

Fishdog isn’t with us because he is out of town.

I go to the locker room and change. Immediately, one of the regulars comes in after me. “Is that your son?”

Me: “Sorta.” (I explain the situation)

I leave the locker room, get on to the elliptical and one of the trainers stops by. “Is that your son? He’s fine!”

Me: “Not my son. Yeah, he’s pretty cute.”

I do my 2 miles, then hit the weights. While I’m doing shoulders, a group finishes spin class and comes out. They see Si say something to me and one of the ladies asks, “Where’s Mark? Did you trade him in for a younger model?”

Finally. At least someone acknowledges the possibility that I’m not old. LOL

So, of course, I answer, “Yes. Yes I did, but the poor boy just can’t keep up.”

Hurry home, Fishdog.

i really don’t understand…

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seriously.

I’ve had 1.5 hours of sleep. I’m dog tired. But, at the same time, I’m completely wound up. Still. It’s 8:40 pm, and I’ve not had a lick of sleep.

Of course, Fishdog managed to sleep just fine today. Why can men do that? Just pass out when they decide to?

I bet they lads had no trouble sleeping, either. Hmph.

I laid down for about 30 mins. this afternoon. Nothing. Nada. Zip. Zero. Zilch.

That’s okay. I’ll take a couple of benadryl and force myself into a coma as soon as Fishdog gets home from softball.

Speaking of the lads, I heard from Grant. They drove through some ugly storms but made it to Daphne safe and sound. I’m sure that right now, he’s having a beer and settling in for a good night’s sleep. Here’s hoping the sandman doesn’t waste all his dust on the men tonight.