Donna Summer died yesterday, taking a little piece of my sparkle with her. She was the inspiration behind my first pair of heels when I was a kid…Hot Pink Candies…
Man I wish I still had those shoes…
In happy fun time news, my Tree Frog graduates from High School tomorrow night. I’m so very proud of you son…
My favorite moment from our Mother’s Day brunch yesterday… We had a great day. The Godfodda transformed into a fabulous chef and prepared us a yummy brunch of Eggs Benedict with Lobster and Crab cakes. El Jefe put his magic touch on the best Bloody Marys known to man. Or as I like to call them, liquid salad. The kids served us and entertained us and teased us and it was wonderful.
With my belly full of goodness, I took a lovely little siesta.
It was a great day filled with love and friendship.
In other weekend news, we went to see the Avengers on Saturday. Whoa and damn, what a fantastic movie. Joss Whedon continues to amaze me. And I officially have a crush on The Hulk.
Y’all have a great Monday! And please, enjoy Rader’s serenade. It will amaze you.
Our furniture is being delivered today. Let us hope it’s closer to 12:00 than 2:00.
Oh wait. I still need to vacuum where the bed is going. I ran out of time this morning. So maybe I should be hoping it’s closer to 2:00 than 12:00…
Either way, YAY FURNITURE!
You know, I understand that these delivery dudes have to schedule multiple deliveries on a single day, but I find it so frustrating that I have to plan a 2 (ok, more likely 4) hour chunk out of my day to be there. It wasn’t free delivery…we’re paying these dudes to deliver and set up. So really? Please don’t make it a 4 hour wait time. You said 12-2…and I’m gonna hold you to it. Mmmmkay?
Let’s see…what else is going on….
Well it’s mother’s day weekend and it looks like the kids will be serving an awesome group of moms brunch on Sunday at the Partyhood. Aw yeah. I think they should wear uniforms and everything…. I believe there will be Bloody Marys and Mimosas involved in this affair, so we will be winning the Mothers of the Year award again. Because obviously, we are.
Clementine is missing Bobcat Greyskull. Well, she’s not “missing” his sneak attacks and his pouncing ninja moves, but she is obviously feeling his absence. She’s been sleeping with us every night, which is highly unusual for her. And she’s also not like other cats…when you roll over, she doesn’t jump up and move…she’s like a lump on a log. Dead weight. Warm and fuzzy dead weight…
See where Ruby and Clementine’s butts meet? That’s where my leg belongs….
It’s Thursday, bitches! The weekend is almost here. Let’s get our party on!
So I needed yesterday big time. I took a 2.5 hour nap. Obviously I was a tired girly. Sadly, I didn’t set up the hammock like I had thought about because it was just a little too hot yesterday. Already in the 90s here. Not that I’m complaining, because I prefer summer to the cold, heartless, echo of winter. The only place ice belongs, is in my cocktail. (Unless I’m in a Swiss Chalet. Then I’ll make an exception.)
Hmmm, what’s going on today? Not a lot, really. I’m in a great mood. I’m trying very hard to look ahead in my life and enjoy every day for what it is and not worry about things I can’t change. I worked out twice over the weekend, but sadly have been so busy this week I haven’t been able to go (mainly because even though I WANT to get up and go at 5:00 a.m., it just seems to be physically impossible for me to do so…)
Rader is in a big soccer tournament this weekend, Ian’s last game and last day of school is Friday night, and in a couple of weeks we will have 8th grade graduation, high school graduation, and Spa Day with the Boys where Rader will be cutting his mane and donating it to Locks of Love and then we’ll all be getting pedicures. Yeah, it’s gonna be a good month.
And remember, tomorrow is awesome if you’re a Star Wars geek…
It’s weird, not blogging.
You know that saying when it rains, it pours? I swear it’s like someone opened Pandora’s box of ugliness over the past week or so and all I have to protect me from the rain is a shredded umbrella.
Anyway, I was deleting some anonymous mean-girl type comments on my blog this morning (this is becoming a very frustrating habit. I love how being “anonymous” gives people balls on the internet) when I ran across an entry from 2006 that made me smile…
So I share that smile with you:
8 year old logic
So, I was “coaching” my youngest son’s soccer team last night. And by “coaching” I mean I was standing in front of the bench yelling “Follow your kicks! Attack the ball! What are you waiting on, an invitation?” Yes, I’m a helluva coach.
In my defense, I did refuse to coach anymore because it’s getting to the point where you have know the rules. And I don’t know diddly about soccer. I should. I’ve given birth to 2 soccer players who have both been playing since they were 3 years old. But no. The soccer rules and I have not become one in the universe. But, I’m coaching because fishdog signed up to coach both boys. Which would be fantastic if the boys didn’t play at the same time. And since they have been playing at the same time, I’ve been “choosing” the lesser of two evils by coaching the 8 year olds. And by “choosing” I mean, not having a choice at all.
Where was I? Oh yes. “Coaching” soccer.
My son, Rader, is very determined and competitive. Soccer is a team sport and we (I say we because if I HAVE to coach the games, I should get some credit) try very hard to make the kids understand that. But last night, the kids didn’t understand anything. It was more like kickball than soccer. Herding snails would’ve been easier.
Rader decided he was Superman Soccer last night and took it upon himself to win the game. Forget the team. He didn’t need no stinkin’ team. He was Rader the Fearless. He could do it. And he did score our only two goals. (we’re not going to mention how many goals the other guys scored) But he also managed to wind up bashed around quite a bit. He took one hit to the nards that had him sitting for a while. I thought for sure he’d be talking in a higher octave for a day or two.
“Rader, what’s the deal? Have you forgotten you have 3 other teammates out there? They can help you if you let them.”
He sighed and did a semi-roll of the eyes. “Mom. It’s obvious they don’t want it bad enough. Besides, you can only help those who help themselves.”
Can’t argue with that logic, I guess.
In other smiley news, Happy Birthday to my best male friend, a man I consider a brother, and Ian’s godfather…Nick-O-Lust. I love you man…I miss your vodka inspired 20 minute messages and I can’t wait to hug you again when you visit in May. xoxo
Prom:
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.
I’m so happy to see you again.
Ian has prom next week and will be getting fitted for a tux tonight. OMG. My baby treefrog has prom. Now if I could just get him to drive…
Friday, I have pedi-time scheduled with Bell Bottoms. I’ve been checking out the spring/summer OPI colors and I’m having a hard time choosing. I hope CK Nails has the 2012 Holland colors…Here’s where I’m leaning:
We have high school orientation tonight. Rader is going to attend Catholic High for Boys here in Little Rock next year. It’s a great school academically. Ideologically it is not my preference, but we’ve raised a smart kid who thinks for himself and hopefully will not allow the prep school uniformity change who he is at his core.
This is the kid who wears HeeHaw overalls and “John Daly” pants on purpose. This is the kid who decided to grow his hair out and donate it to Locks of Love on his own. This is the kid who’s best friend is of Pakistani/Indian descent… So yeah, the prep school white-washed “let’s all be the same” thing worries me. However, academically, this is a top notch school and Rader needs to be challenged. He’s so upset with his current Social Studies teacher for just ‘giving up’ by making them do glossary words as crossword puzzles and COLOR. Yes, they have a project where they have to draw and color a scene from a movie. For Social Studies. Really?
Speaking of his hair, check it out:
I asked him today if he was going to wait until school starts to cut it (they are required to have their hair off the collar, above the ears, and above the eyebrows at Catholic). Rader said he might get it cut the last week of school just to freak out all his friends. Heh. No matter when he cuts it, he definitely has enough to make a sizable Locks of Love donation.
In other news, I’m a little riled up over these super conservatives trying to legislate women’s bodies. Georgia passed the “women as livestock bill” yesterday. That title came about after Rep. Terry England (R-Auburn) compared pregnant women carrying stillborn fetuses to the cows and pigs on his farm. According to Rep. England and his warped thought process, if farmers have to “deliver calves, dead or alive,” then a woman carrying a dead fetus, or one not expected to survive, should have to carry it to term. I don’t care what your views on abortion are. I care that men who can think of women as livestock, should not be making laws concerning women. If they are so big on less government, then why are they trying to legislate women’s bodies? That sounds pretty big to me…/political soapbox.
Sorry. I don’t often talk politics here, but this is a huge hot button for me. I’m passionate about HUMAN rights. Period. Mind your own business, stay out of people’s bodies and bedrooms.
Happy 18th Birthday, son. I love ya.
Bitchin' Fiction: Musings by author Melissa McKenzie / Melissa Francis 
