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my duck…

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I’m taking a small writing break to share a story.

The Fishdog is a music madman. If it’s out there, he’s heard it. The more obscure, the more likely it is that he’ll not only know the song, he probably has it on his MP3 player.

This has rubbed off on our kids. It’s amazing to see these guys singing songs I didn’t even know they’d heard of. And we’re pretty wide open musically and honestly, there’s very little we don’t let the kids listen to.

But there is this one song on the MP3 player that I’ve forbidden for a while because of the subject…

Of course, you know what happened. Fishdog and I left the kids in the car while we ran back into the house to grab something we’d forgotten. And, as luck would have it, the song came on.

I discretely asked Fishdog if he thought they got the lyrics and understood what the song was about. He just laughed out loud. I mean, it’s hardly a subtle song.

Ian starts asking “What?” and Rader says, “Are you talking about that, My Duck song?”

Oh yeah, My Duck. That’s what the song says.

For those of you who are easily offended (why are you reading my blog?)or are at work without headphones, don’t click this video. Everyone else, please listen and try hard not to sing along saying “My Duck”…

hello again.

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I took a day off from Blogging because I was too busy writing. I had a bit of a breakthrough yesterday and it felt great and I didn’t wanna break the momentum to talk about nothing.

Which, let’s face it, my blog is the “Seinfeld” of blogs. Which is fine. Apparently I can talk about nothing all day long.

I’m sitting in Community Bakery this morning, enjoying my hubby’s company and my cup o’ joe. We’ve been temporarily relocated to my in-laws’ house, due to an unfortunate septic tank incident. Fishdog’s parents don’t have a wireless network. Hell, they barely have internet, truth be told. So, we had to set out this morning for food and our internet fix. MUST. CHECK. MAIL. she says, thumping a vein…Hurry. Hurry….

Ahhhhhh. Much better. I can’t imagine not being able to wake up and log in to delete the 17 spam messages I get every morning.

I’ll be spending next week in Oxford. My plan is to become a hermit inside my own home and write. I have a lofty page count goal, but since I’ll have no kids, no hubby, no carpool line, no soccer, no cross-country…I might be able to hit my mark.

Today I have my first hair appointment since relocating. This girl has been highly recommended by a friend and apparently enjoys a client who enjoys changing her hair. We’ll see what happens…

So what’s going on with you? Anything big happen this week or any plans for next?

Oh and before I forget…
Woo Pig Sooie! Beat Kentucky!

what time is it?

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It’s early, that’s for damn sure.

Too early to be up cleaning…which obviously I’m not doing since I’m blogging.

I can has procrastinashun.

Last night, after a full day of dusting, cleaning, sneezing and watching 2 movies (oops, I accidentally sat down with the TV on…that’ll show me!) I went to dinner with my friend Andrea. It was nice to just sit and chill…and sneeze. Damn those dusty blinds! where’s my claritin?

Now this morning I have to finish vacuuming the cat hair out of the air and off the furniture, mop the floor and hit the road. Fishdog was up all night working (I don’t know if getting this new Powerbook was such a good idea now) so he was coming to bed as I was making coffee. He’s gonna get up when the sun comes up, mow and clean the carport. Then we should be ready for this weekend’s open house.

We have to go back to Little Rock today because Ian’s first cross-country meet is this afternoon. It won’t be thrilling to sit at the finish line and wait, but it is thrilling that Ian is running. I hope he sticks it out.

Anyway, I think I’ve procrastinated enough. Must. Clean. (after another cup of coffee, of course…)

i’m a loser…but i’m having fun

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So, Marley wins…I mean, ‘Bama wins. We sucked. It sucked. I drank and didn’t care after a while. But I still love my Piggies and I’m still a Houston Nutt supporter. Go Hogs. Sorry you brought home the big L tonight.

After the game and many beers, we pulled out the Fishdog’s new Mac Powerbook. I love this machine. I love typing on it and I love the fact that I can take funky pictures with it.

friday…

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Okay, so I’ve been told it’s Friday. I am volunteering at the school today after my workout…we’re moving some stuff into the new school building, so it’s okay that I’ll be stinky and sweaty when I get there.

Fishdog finally blogged again. He’s gotten his new Mac laptop and has been playing with all the new features. Here’s a sample:

For more, go here: Fishdog’s Flophaus. Tell him twfkam sent ya.

have things changed?

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In the comments of my last post, Liz said:

I haven’t been to a high school football game since I was in high school. I too miss it, although my memories of the games include sneaking drinks in, chatting, walking off site to smoke, and checking out the 17 year old guys. Have things changed?

In a word? Nope.

But apparently I have.

It’s a bit strange being an adult at a high school function. I haven’t seen so much eye rolling and gum smacking in one place ever! I looked around for a 17 year old guy to make out with, but they were all already occupied in the with their own girlfriends. Darn.

The clicks are still around in full force. The junior high kids go off and nerd it up together. The senior high girls are all wearing too much make up and showing too much skin. Whatever happened to jeans and t-shirts at a football game? When did hoochie “skirts” become the in thing for a football game. Honey, when you sit down, we see your bidniz. K? And when you stumble down the bleachers and fall because you’ve had one too many “Cokes”, well, we can really see your bidniz. Put on a pair of pants. Hell, I’m not picky. Put on some panties! The kids don’t need an anatomy lesson just yet.

The senior high boys are all trying so hard to look nonchalant that they all end up looking constipated.

Pretty much, things haven’t changed at all.

Saturday was busy, busy for us. We got up and went to the park for a family run. Fishdog and Ian ran about 1.5 miles and Rader and I walked and ran a mile. We were getting ready to start our second trip around the track when a yellow jacket decided to attack. It got Rader on the arm, landed on his ear and I knocked it away. We ran toward the van, got about 10 ft. away from the original sting site, and that bitch yellow jacket caught up to Rader, landed on his shoulder blade and stung him again. Bitch had to die! Get my boy twice! Of course, you know how bad those things hurt and Rader did a good job of letting Saline County hear his wailing. After a while, he was okay. I was afraid he was gonna let the drama interfere with his soccer game that afternoon, but he manned up and managed to play a helluva game. The kids lost, but I was proud of the way Rader played.

Now the weekend is over, today we rest, hang out with some friends, and tomorrow we start all over. Soccer, cross-country, confirmation class, CYM Jr., working out…oh, and writing. Yeah. Gotta fit my job into my busy schedule!

happy thursday, friends.

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Well, I’m here in Arkansas. It took me longer to leave Oxford yesterday than I had planned. Of course, I don’t know why I bother planning anything cuz this always happens.

I had to see Bevan one more time and say goodbye to my friend Mitch Cohen. I had to take Ian back to the dentist to be refitted for his bottom retainer…since it only lasted a week before he broke it. I had to run by the gym and tell them to PLEASE stop drafting my account and say goodbye to Rose, Veda, and Millisa. And Fire Inspector Clarence. We can’t forget Clarence.

The niece and nephew were thrilled to have us back. They loved on us and wouldn’t let the boys out of their sights.

Mom and I had a great time catching up, but I can already tell there’s gonna be an adjustment period to me living here until our house sells in Oxford.

We’re headed to Lake Ouachita (prounounced Washitah). We’re planning to be there til Sunday. I’m looking forward to a few days of fun in the sun before next week..when I start my fulltime writing gig and the boys go back to school.

BTW, congratulations to Jenna Mayson, Blogging Sex Kitten for winning the prize. She’s the first person to write the word clit in my comments. Your gift is in the mail. You rock.

I miss you, Fishdog.

day the first.

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Well, today started off a little strangely because I didn’t have to be anywhere by a certain time. It was fuckin awesome. (no offense to my ex-fellow-co-workers. I know you understand.) When my alarm went off I woke up all on my own, I leisurely made a pot of coffee, then savored each cup as I checked my email and listened to Matt Lauer interview the dude who fell 45 feet off his skateboard.

After I showered, I dropped Charlie off at the vet and took the boys to Memphis on the hunt for uniforms. Khaki pants for Ian and navy thank-god-I’m-only-9-cuz-otherwise-i’d-never-get-laid workman pants for Rader. Both wear white knit tops. I promised to buy Ian a couple of pair of real pants instead of the typical Target uniform khakis, so we went to American Eagle first. My baby can wear a size 28 waist now. He’s all grown up. *sniff*

After our shop-a-palooza we went to Steak-n-Shake for a late lunch. Yummy.

While we’re driving back to Oxford, I get a call from our vet. Dr. Bart is a great guy, but I could tell he had some not so great news. (backstory, Charlie has this growth on his throat that has steadily gotten larger and larger. It has been tested several times and so far, no cancer) Well, Dr. Bart doesn’t know what it is still, but he knows it needs to come out because Charlie is struggling to breathe. However, because this growth is located on his throat, the prognosis isn’t great. He might not be able to remove the growth and if he does, there’s a very high probability Charlie won’t make it. He’s going to call me tomorrow after he opens Charles up to let me know.

This breaks my heart because Charlie found us. He adopted us. And no matter what a pain in the ass he can be (he’s part monkey, doesn’t like to stay in the fence) he’s still MY dog. He loves me endlessly. And I love him. And tomorrow, I might lose him. That sucks sweaty moose balls.

On a good note, tomorrow I get to see my friend Bevan who has been living in Kathmandu for the past nine months. I’ve put off heading to Little Rock a day just so I can see him. I can’t wait. Maybe he’ll be a bright spot in what could be a really bad day.

white stripes

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Fishdog and I went to see the White Stripes last night in Southaven.

Awesome fucking show. The pics I’m posting are from my cellphone. I didn’t think to bring my real camera. Sigh.

It was great to watch these two perform.

There is something mesmerizing about the White Stripes. Meg isn’t the greatest drummer in the world, but she is amazing to watch. Her style is stripped down and basic, but that doesn’t mean there isn’t passion in her playing.


Jack’s passion was apparent as he was all over the stage. There were a half a dozen microphones set up in various places and Jack would run, hop, leap, jump and sweat his way over to each one.
We were on the third row which added to excitement of the show. I don’t know if I would’ve gotten as much out of the performance if I hadn’t been able to see their faces. It was obvious they love their job.

There’s something magical about watching an artist do his job with passion. Musicians especially. If they love what they do, it pours out into their audience. I’ve always liked The White Stripes, but after last night, I think I can call myself a fan.

PS: I posted my answers to the friend test in the comments