I love bunnies. Don’t you?
I’m heading out to Oxford with the family. First time I’ve been back in 5 months. Can’t wait to see everyone and do some yard work at the house I love, but no longer live in.
Y’all have a great weekend and tell the Easter Bunny hi for me.
After 12 hours and one book on CD…I made it home. Funny how the trip down didn’t take near the amount of time the trip home took. I guess driving while juiced up on adrenaline makes a difference.
Last week was an unbelievable blast. Debauchery and gluttony ruled the roost and a blood oath was taken by each of the very willing participants that details of the trip would never be given to any outsiders.
It’s a shame I can’t speak of such things. Truly. I have great pictures memories.
Today is my official first day as a fulltime writer. Of course, I had to fix Mom’s computer and I have to buy groceries, but my goal is 3 hours of writing today. I wrote some last week…not nearly as much as I should have though. I did discover that it is difficult to type while holding a beverage in each hand.
I went back to the gym today. My week of sin carried over to my eliptical time. I could only do 20 minutes today and it felt like I was slogging through wet sand. I’ll work my way back up to the half hour. Maybe tomorrow.
I love road trips. I especially love some of the odd things one sees while cruising along across multiple states.
Especially in the south.
For instance, today I saw a Sonic advertising: It’s back, the Southwest Supersonic buger . Now, I’ve never had a SW styled buger and I certainly haven’t had a SW styled supersonic buger. but that sounds like a big ass spicy booger buger. I wonder if it burns when they pick it…
and just down the street I found a sign for Jehovah Java: Gourmet Coffee
. So, you get a dose of God with your morning shot of caffeine?
I saw a restaurant who advertised “Travelers Welcome”. Of course, this made me wonder, are there restaurants where travelers aren’t welcome? Do you have to sign in as a traveler or a local? Do travelers eat from the special menu?
I can’t tell you how many JESUS signs I saw. And I don’t mean churches. I mean billboards with just the word JESUS on it. I saw one billboard that advertised: “Parents, take the rod to your child to save them.” I shit you not. I’m sooo getting a picture of that one if I see it again.
I drove by one house that had it’s front yard fenced in with chicken coop fencing. The entire family was sitting in the yard, many of them on kid toys like wagons, big wheels, rocking horses, etc. I’m serious. I slowed down to take a better look cuz I wanted to make sure I wasn’t hallucinating. It was very cartoonish.
So now I’m sitting in my big room drinking my Samuel Smith’s India Ale and enjoying some mindless tv. I’m gonna listen to the rest of the book I brought (Nora Robert’s Morrigan’s Cross. I’m loving the story but hating the reader) and I’m gonna just chill. I pick up two of my friends from the airport tomorrow at 1:30, so I’ll probably check out and head to the mall until their flight lands.
The beach and shopping. Doesn’t that just sound heavenly?
So, I spent the weekend in Oxford. Got in Friday night, dropped Rader off with a friend and then headed to my next door neighbor’s house for some late night swimming. The water was so warm it was like swimming in a giant hot tub–or giant pool of pee. We decided the hot tub analogy was better.
Saturday was a day for cleaning. We didn’t accomplish as much as we wanted to but we did get the back 3 bedrooms and bathrooms cleaned and in ship shape. Then we went to see our friends Richard and Heather in Water Valley, MS. It was a good time, but I thought I was gonna have to cut Rich’s fingers off. He kept trying to touch my nose “diamond”. And he kept saying “you got something on your nose.” Yeah, that never got old. But it was Richard, so I forgave him. Besides, he’s from Alabama, he really doesn’t know any better.
I wasn’t feeling very well, so we left a little early. I was in bed by 9:30 that night. It seems my mother passed on her chest cold to me. Ian had it last week…so bad he actually missed his 3rd day of school. I’ve been fighting it with everything I’ve got. Vitamins, sleep, airborne, more sleep…today I’m feeling much better. Which is good because I didn’t want to go to the beach with a cold.
Oh, did I forget to mention I’m going to the beach this week?
Sorry ’bout that.
I’ll try to blog some while I’m there, but honestly, don’t be surprised if you don’t hear from me. I don’t think I’ll be able to type while I’m two-fisting my beverages…
I’ll be back on Sunday night. If you haven’t heard from me by next Monday, call the blog police.
My workout was good this morning. I ran 2.15 miles in 30 mins on the eliptical and did arms and abs. I know I’m still as slow as a snail, but it feels good to be back in the exercise saddle. I have to make sure I at least walk while at the beach this week–otherwise it will be like starting over again next week.
Maybe I’ll drink light beer while I’m playing the role of Sungoddess. Okay, maybe not.
Any book recommendations for my week of lounging?
First of all, I promise more cleavage in the future posts. Thanks to Fishdog and Killer for the requests.
Secondly, no the piercing really didn’t hurt. It was over Quick, Fast, and In-A-Hurry. Timmy the wonder Piercer said, “Close your eyes.” and I did. And then he poked me. I held my breath and my right eye watered, but honestly, it felt sharp, like when you have an under the skin zit that you just won’t let go. The guys at Taboo Tattoo were fantastic. They were friendly and gracious and now I have a little crush on Tim. I can see how people can get addicted to this. There is a definite rush. I felt the same after I had my navel done. But I didn’t find myself crushing on my navel guy. LOL
That’s my guy in the center. Timmy, we love you. You were great. By the way, I love my piercing. It looks like it has always been there and I had a couple of people comment yesterday that for some reason they thought I’d always had it. Awesome.
This is the group of Divas who kidnapped me and forced me to puncture my nose. What a great group of ladies!
Now on to the conference.
Last night was a blast. A group of us did more liver training in the bar. We had great service (well, it was mediocre service but great compared to what others were getting) our waiter Chris was way busy and trying so hard, but he did manage to pay us a lot of attention. I have a feeling it had a lot to do with the abundance of cleavage in our area…
Not mine….but still, great cleavage.
Of course, it might not be the cleavage, Chris could’ve just been coming by for the show:
okay, so I’m off to the gym. More pics and stories to come!
Coit Tower:
After China Town, we headed straight up a giant neverending 90 degree hill toward the great penis in the sky Coit Tower.
The view from Telegraph Hill was breathtaking. We even had sun for a while.
I’ve returned home from my first ever San Francisco trip. I not only managed to bring with me a bagful of useless SF souvenirs and some great new clothing…I also managed to bring home a stomach bug. I wasn’t feeling well on the plane from SFO to DFW. When we landed, I ran to the bathroom, pulled my phone out to check the time, realized the plane was boarding and rushed to make my flight…promptly leaving my phone in the bathroom.
Sigh.
I realized my error after they had closed the doors. I spoke to the flight attendant and he told me it happens all the time and instructed me on what to do when I landed. We landed. I talked with the attendant at the desk and he gave me the number for Lost and Found in DFW. He wasn’t as optimistic as my flight attendant but he said maybe I’d get lucky.
I headed to baggage claim thinking “Oh well. that’s what I have insurance for.”
Fishdog and Rader pick me up and we head to a restaurant. I’m starting to really feel bad, bad enough that I don’t even want a beer. I order soup and eat only a couple of bites before we head home. While we’re there, Mark receives a call from me. LOL Someone did find my phone and turned it in to AA. He instructed me to call Lost and Found in the morning, and they would help me get my phone back. (I did just that this morning, and my phone is heading toward Oxford as I type. Thank you to the person who turned in my BlackJack!)
I realize I’m shivering when we get to the house, so I take my temperature: 101.1
Of course it is. Well, at least I’m at home now.
I call and talk to my rockin’ boss and let her know that I definitely won’t be back at work on Tuesday. She’s cool with that, as she doesn’t want me bringing my bug infested self to the office. Then I throw on three layers of clothing and an afghan, drink some hot tea, and watch the season finale of LOST that my family tivoed for me while I was gone.
Wow. That was an awesome show.
Pictures and SF stories will come soon. I hope I’ll be feeling 100% tomorrow so I can head back to work. Right now, that’s debatable.
It’s good to be home.
I realized last night when my oldest son smiled with pride and squeezed my neck cuz he was so pleased with himself for bringing up his dismal grades and when my youngest son put in the Weird Al CD and began to sing along word for word that I have a small crush on my children.
Which is actually a nice change of pace for me, since in the not too distant past, I’ve contemplated killing them several times.
I guess that fine line between love and hate applies to motherhood as well.
And then there’s the Fishdog. Sometimes I wonder how I deserve him. Last night, when I was completely tired and cranky, he fixed me soup and offered to pack for my San Francisco trip. A trip he’s not even going on. Honestly, that was just the sweetest thing. I was tempted to take him up on the offer, but then I realized his good intentions would backfire because he’d probably pack nothing I would want to take. So, I declined and packed for myself this morning.
Anyway, it just dawned on me that love really is a funny thing. (could I fill this blog with anymore cliches today? I mean, really?) A day comes along like yesterday that makes me forget all the stupid things they do and all the reasons I want to smack them and abandon them on the side of a dirt road in the middle of Deliverance-land.
In honor of Rader’s fascination with Weird Al…I give you Close But No Cigar(hey look, another cliche!)…there’s nothing quite like watching your 9 year old sing this… what a goofball.
T-minus 2 days…and I’ll be popping my San Francisco cherry. I can’t wait.
My friend Andrea asked me to come to her hometown with her for Memorial Weekend to celebrate her 40th birthday. Of course, I’m happy to celebrate her turning 40 before me…and I’m even happier to do it in city like San Francisco.
My friend Naughty Kate lives in SF…I hope we can connect while I’m there; but my itinerary is pretty much up to the people I’m relying on for transportation.
We’re spending all day and all night in the city on Saturday night. I’m afraid San Francisco won’t ever be the same after I’m through with it…
Things I’m looking forward to while there:
In other news, I connected with a couple of old friends of mine from high school today. There are a few people I’ve kept in touch with over the years and a few that I lost touch with but think about very often. Today, I exchanged emails with a couple of those folks and it was great.
I can’t believe my 20 year reunion is this summer. Where did the time go?
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. 🙂
Bitchin' Fiction: Musings by author Melissa McKenzie / Melissa Francis 