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happy birthday, fishdog!

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Today’s my beloved’s bday.

We’re gonna spend it eating pizza, drinking beer, and going to the movies. Then we’ll come home and have more beer and probably watch more movies.

And maybe I’ll kick his ass later when we fire up the Unreal Tournament.

Should be a good time.

Everyone pop over and wish the Fishdog a happy day.

my date with peaches

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Once upon a time, I tinkered with photography.

It seems my inner artist misses taking pictures. So, when I asked Peaches out on for our Artist’s Date, she requested I bring a camera.

Here are some of my favorite pictures from our walk:

The plants are confused about whether it’s spring or fall. My trumpet vine and roses are blooming, but my lantana has long since retreated for its winter nap. Many of the trees have lost all their leaves, while some are just beginning to change.

My favorite part of the walk was listening to the leaves crunch beneath my feet. The sound gave the walk texture. It took me back to childhood–to a time when I would rake leaves into piles larger than life and jump in them for hours.

One thing photography does for me is it allows me to look at an object from a different angle or through a different filter. And today it helped me realize that I needed to apply that same philosophy to my current scene. Gee, I should get out more often.

To see all the pictures we took on our walk today, go here.

mmmmmmmmm

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Wow. I couldn’t have asked for a better day. (other than someone doing the cooking for me… but then, if that had happened, would it have been as good? I think not.) We had 20 people at our house. 20! And it was a lovely day.

4 of the 20 were vegetarians, so I fixed some vegetable soup and some stuffed butternut squash. (which was, by far, my fave thing on the menu.) We also had some vegetarian stuffing (made by my momma and it was YUMMY) and some vegetable soup, salad, and rice.

Not to mention the usuals.

Kagan and his lovely wife brought 2 million pies. Okay, so really it was only 6 but seriously, it coulda been 2 million. Here’s what’s left over.

I cooked a turkey and a ham. Here’s what’s left over.Mmmmm turkey parts for good stock….

Mmmmm Turkey and ham for good sandwiches.

It was a great day. I only have two complaints:

  1. My whole family wasn’t here.
  2. It was over too soon

Now where’s my beverage?

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?

A long time ago, way back when

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Today, my beloved Fishdog and I are celebrating our 13th wedding anniversary.


Here’s how I met my perfect man…

The prologue to our story is that I dated a boy off and on for 4 years. It turned into a fairly unhealthy relationship. Basically, we became so used to each other, it was hard to imagine not being together. And, I realized that at 23, I was way too young to be settling. So, I kicked him to the curb.

Fast forward 3 months. The ex is pseudo stalking me. I’m on a date with a bartender and the ex shows up. I’m thinking, Wow, could this get worse?

No. It got better.

In walks the Fishdog. When I first saw him, I thought maybe it was the hangover causing all that woo-woo stuff going on inside me. It certainly wasn’t my date who was doing that to me. And the only feelings I had about my Ex at that time aren’t printable.

But, everytime I looked at this new guy, the woo-woo stuff happened.

I find out he’s one of my college buddy’s oldest friends. He had just graduated from college and had moved back into Little Rock.

He and I chatted for a while that night and when I left, I told my friend that he was the man I would marry.

And 15 months later, I did.

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Let the party begin!

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I love my birthday. It’s my favorite time of the year.

Why? you ask…

Simple. It’s because I get to see my friends and go to the horse races one more time.

We’ve been doing this for my birthday every year for a long time. I think close to 8 years.

Anyway, I’ll see my best friend from high school and her husband:

Jen, Brian, and Mel

Then, I’ll get to see one of my college roommates, PamPam and her husband Apple. (I introduced them, thankyouverymuch.)

Jen, Mel, and Pam (couldn’t find my picture of Apple)

Maybe I’ll be able to see my other college roommate, Lori (aka, LeLe-da-sandybooty-lyin’-ho-bitch) Sigh, can’t find a picture of LeLe either. In my defense, she hasn’t been able to come for the past few years, so I don’t have a picture of her that isn’t pretty darn old. Just envision a petite babe with reddish hair and an infectious smile…and that’s LeLe.

And, my best male friend and one of my kids’ godfathers will be there. Nick, the Godfodda:

(Nick is single and ready to play ladies. He’s quite a catch. If you’re in the KC area and wanna meet him, let me know!)

The other Godfodda and one of Mark’s best friends from elementary school will be there:

Jim is in the green checked shirt and his wife, Holley, is turning away from the camera. Nick is in the background.

Glen and his wife Misty are joining us again:

Misty and Glenn

Michael J and his lovely wife Pattie are driving down from St. Louis again:

Pattie and Mike

Tracey and Paddy are also coming in from KC with Nick, but I can’t find a picture of them, either. Sniff.

And last, but definitely not least, I get to see two of my favorite people in the world. Chris and DeeDee:

Aren’t we a cute Triple? Dee2, Chris, and Mel

Yes, I get a night with my bestest friends in the world. Every year, we go to the races, then hang out in the Bier Garten of our favorite German Restaurant in Hot Springs, The Brau Haus. We act stupid and have the best time in the world.

And as great as all that is, I have to add one more thing. My husband. None of this would be the same without him. How awesome are we?

And they’re off!

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Friday, January 20, 2006 is a very special day.

It’s opening day at Oaklawn Park. And I’ll be there. As I have been for the past 5 years.

I’ve been in Oxford for six years now. Since 2001, I’ve been meeting my girlfriends at the horse races on opening day; then in March we go back again for my birthday.

I love the horse races. The animals are magnificant. Big, breathy beasts straining to finish first. Even the plow horses I wind up betting on half the time, finish with pride. (their jockeys? eh. not so much when they finish last)

Last year, the husband of one of my best girlfriends, rented us a car and driver so that we could all drink as much as we wanted. I asked DeeDee if we got lucky again this year, and she said, “Sadly, no. Not this year.” Well, apparently, Chris changed his mind…and he’s giving me my birthday early!Here’s our picture from last year. Aren’t we babes?

No catchy title; we’ll call this a Mélange

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Hey, that’s a pretty damn catchy title after all. (If you don’t know what it means, Bonehead, look it up.)

What a great segue into my first topic. My brother-in-law has a blog. From the moment he sent me an email announcing his blog, I started looking for the Four Horesmen of the Apocolypse. So far, we’re safe–but they can’t be too far behind.

For the brave and curious, check out Bonehead’s Blog. I love the man, I really do. But what goes on inside his head is really scary. The good news is, you’ll get to see some great pictures of my darling nieces. They are worth the trip into Bone’s brain anyday.

Speaking of pictures…(like these smooth topic transitions? That’s how you can tell I’m a pro at this blogging thing.) [yeah, okay, even I rolled my eyes at that one.]

What were we talking about? Oh yes, pictures. My son had a play at school today. He played Red Riding Hood’s Grandma in the play, The Trial of the Big Bad Wolf. Can I just say, he is truly gifted and if the Carol Burnett show were still around, he’d give Vicki Laurence a run for her money for the role of Momma. (which, btw, is the role I played in one of my senior productions) it must run in the family.

Speaking of family–

okay, I got nothing.

You guys have a great weekend. I’m planning to write like a mad woman. I need to write 16 pages by tomorrow night to meet my weekly goal. Hope I’m feeling creative!

Evidence of my fun

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Yes, I’m finally back and I have pictures to share!

Rader and Ian–Too Cool for School.

We went to a Birds of Prey show where we met various hunters of the sky! They flew in an out of the crowd, sometimes brushing our shoulders, heads, or faces with their feathers. It was amazing!

This is Kaia. She’s a red-winged hawk

This is Juniper. She’s a Great Horned Owl who never learned to hoot. She sqwaks like a Jay. She was found as a baby by a woman who tried to raise her. Juniper cannot be released into the wild because she doesn’t know she’s an owl. She has never hunted and doesn’t realize she’s supposed to be nocturnal.


And this is Woodward. He’s beautiful. His wing span is 6 feet wide. His beak is deformed and they believe it happened because of somehting in the environment. Woodward can’t eat what he catches because of the deformity. He has to have his food cut up for him.

Isn’t he amazing?

Can you believe this butterfly–>

<–Opens up to this?

We went to the butterfly conservatory at the resort. It was truly amazing watching butterflies emerge from cocoons and having all these beautiful different species flying around and landing on our heads, pants, arms, etc.


This is an old pioneer cabin. It made me very grateful for my home. I shouldn’t ever complain about not having enough room again. (Notice I said “shouldn’t”) LOL


This is a view of the lake from the bridge near the Exhibit Center. I can’t wait to go back during the summer to see everything in COLOR!