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dancing the blues away

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Tonight’s Play List

Love Me or Leave Me by Rooney
Ruby by Kaiser Chiefs
Muddy Ground by The Charlatans UK
Frying Pan Eyes by Golden Smog
Think Twice by Eve 6
Deep by Nickelback
Deny by Default
Gotta Get Away by The Offspring

Yeah, I’m mixing it up tonight…trying to get out of a funk. I hate it when I’m feeling pouty and negative. One of my biggest goals this year was to cut as much negativity out of my life and focus on only the good. Focus on people and thoughts that uplift my spirit.

Sometimes it’s damn hard to be a cheerleader. And I don’t mean a rah-rah girl in the sense that I’m chipper all the time. I just mean it’s hard not to dwell on those ugly feelings when down. And something happened today that really brought me down. But I’m better now. Promise.

So, I cranked up the tunes and started dancing around the house. I totally looked like a fool, but by the 3rd song, I was feeling 100% better.

Then I cracked open the bottle of Cakebread Sauvignon Blanc that I had planned to have for Valentine’s Night with Fishdog, but he won’t be home now until Friday night, so I decided it would go to much better use tonight. Sorry Fishdog. You missed out. Maybe we’ll have another bottle after my next sale to celebrate. (or would that be salebrate?) For V-day, my mom and I are taking the boys to Cheeburger, Cheeburger–their fave burger place. I am going to fast all day so I can eat my yummy guacamole burger with chipotle sauce and Tobasco. Oh my. My mouth just watered.

Sadly, I no longer get the appeal of Valentine’s day. I guess I’ve become a cynic in my old age. Who knew? I write romantic stories but poo-poo V-day. I’m a walking enigma.

You know what my problem with V-day is? The lack of planning. Men and women alike feel compelled to get their loved one something and so they just run out and grab whatever they think will work. Last minute flowers from Kroger, the last Whitman’s sampler from Walgreens, the Air Supply music card…(oh wait, I totally wanted that card). If you’re gonna do V-day, do it right. Surprise him or her and plan for it. (what a concept) Don’t do like the rest of the idiots I saw shopping at Walgreens tonight. I would rather get a single tulip on a random Tuesday than last minute flowers from the grocery store on Valentine’s Day. And I would love, just once, to be surprised.

And you can surprise me on any day…not just V-day.

So, there’s your unsolicited Valentine’s Day advice from a woman who used to love all holidays. Now if you’ll excuse me, Buckcherry’s Crazy Bitch is playing now, and I must dance.

oh my achin’ everything!

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I love that I have a new house to paint.

I hate that I have to paint it.

I am aching in places that I didn’t even know had muscles. And I’ve only painted the kitchen!

Due to our current status of “in between houses” this will be the first Thanksgiving in 10 years that I’m not cooking. I’m actually a little sad, because I do fix one helluva turkey, if I do say so myself. And my pecan, apple, and pumpkin pies kick major ass. Major. Ass.

I promise, I might lie to you about other things, but I would never lie to you about my pie baking ability.

Fishdog will be back in the Rock tomorrow night. He’s bringing with him our Directv receivers and a couple of televisions. We might not have furniture in the house, but we aren’t gonna go a day longer than we have to without our TV. Especially since it’s a big college football weekend. Duh.

What’s going on with you guys? Go ahead and report in while I run to grab me another beer and a muscle relaxer.

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”…

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.

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.

mother’s day

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Usually, we do a movie for Mother’s Day but this year, the only thing that the boys were willing to take me to was Spiderman 3 and it’s not on my to see list. Looks a bit too melodramatic even for me. I like my cheese on a cracker, not on the big screen.

So I told them I wanted to plant an herb garden this year and they could help. Imagine the joy they felt in their hearts to know they were going to have to help Mom plant stuff instead of going to a movie.

In their defense, they managed to assist me with my tomatoes and peppers pretty much without complaint. But about five minutes into the herb portion of the planting, they wandered off toward the water hose and a mud puddle–where they spent the next 3 hours making a total mess of the backyard, but having a damn fine time doing it.

Here’s the product of our labor:

I had Fishdog and the boys buy this planter spefically for my herb garden. Isn’t it awesome? I planted 9 herbs: Lemon Basil, Dill, Thyme, Cilantro, Roesmary, Lemon Verbena, Parsley, and Oregeno

a close up

In the back row I have 3 tomato plant and the other 4 pots contain various peppers. I love homemade salsa, don’t you?

Here’s the front flowerbed that I finally managed to mulch on Sunday after spending all last weekend weeding and planting. If all works out like I’ve planned, all the empty spaces will soon be filled with wildflowers

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The side garden (it’s really all one big garden) This is where my roses are planted. They are doing beautifully now!

and just for fun, here’s a pic of my bearded irises from the other side of the house.

14 years and counting

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Happy Anniversary, Fishdog.

Heh. I miss the days of oversized spectacles and small waists. And Fishdog with hair. Lots of glorious hair. Funny what 14 years can do to ya:


2 kids and a couple of pantsizes later and still going strong.

the evil wizard does exist!

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Put the camera away, Fishdog.

Dad, Mom’s getting pissed. Put the camera away.

Ack! Birds!

I understand there is some video available of said Pelham incident. But if I have anything to do with it, that video will never see the light of day…or the light of Fishdog’s blog.

edited to add: apparently photobucket is having some technical difficulties with its slideshows. Hopefully, it’ll be working by tomorrow. If not, I’ll post a link to the pics with their captions. 🙂