Wednesday, March 16, 2005

You Are Invited To A Housewarming Party!

Hey! Y'all need to come on over and check out my new digs I'm not completely unpacked, but I just can't wait to have you all over!! I love, love, love my new place. Casual attire is encouraged, any and all gifts will be warmly accepted, and by all means, please bring a guest! People will be dropping in and out and so just pop in when you can. Can't wait to see you and show off my new home. Oh, and blogspot, it's been real.

Tuesday, March 15, 2005

Hop to it!

Dear Easter Bunny,

As you may or may not be aware, Target has an abundance of Lindt milk chocolate bunnies and carrots. As always, you may keep the marshmallow Peeps where they the reject bin along with those disgusting, pathetic-excuse-for-candy orange circus peanuts, those peanut butter things wrapped in the black and orange paper that people try to pass off for Halloween treats, and the candy corn.


Saturday, March 12, 2005

If You Show Me Yours, I'll Show You Mine

I'm feeling really vulnerable. I'm throwing a spontaneous party here, and I'm afraid that either no one is gonna show or that when they get here, they will think it's totally lame and just duck out before I notice they stopped by. I promise that things aren't always this, yaawwwnnn, b-o-r-i-n-g around here--allow me to steer you towards some good stuff in the November archives. That's right, November. Seems making the transition from hot single mama to nearly married mama hasn't been very exciting for anyone but moi. In hopeful anticipation of having some new visitors pop in over the weekend, at the invite of Michele, just wanted to say hi! and ask that you please leave an email addy and a URL to your site so that I can be sure to bring some lovin your way.

Wednesday, March 09, 2005

Questioning my agnosticism

I ask you, how could there not be a God when this past weekend's trip to Chicago to accompany K to the Ashlee Simpson concert was postponed? We found out that Miss Simpson will be making a stop in St Louis next month and so the good concert coordinators were kind enough to refund our tickets for the Chicago show to allow us to make the 80 minute round trip to see her rather than the 9 hour plus one. Cool! Plus, this gives me more time to score one of those Nexium t-shirts. K was only a little bummed about waiting for a few more weeks- I promised her an extra t-shirt purchase at the concert.

Spring break my ass.....

Last Friday afternoon, I walked across a half empty campus, sun shining, nearly 70 degrees, past my fellow hard core (read, hope the professor takes note of our obvious commitment and assigns due extra credit) classmates who were all optimistically sportin flip flops, and smiled at all the feel good, we are so outta here spring break bound energy.

Cut to the weekend. Cloudy. Cold. Raining. Oh, well. As good an excuse as ever to catch up on some serious house cleaning. Finally put away the Christmas decorations...shut it, I *know* it is March. Ignoring the fact that it's supposed to snow later in the week, started packing up the sweaters and turtlenecks and pulled out my polka dot swimsuit and sandals. Got a hold of myself before I packed away the down comforters and flannel sheets. Dusted for the first time in, well, never mind. Sounds like a blast, right? Those kids down in Florida ain't got nothin on me.

With the weekend shot, and Monday morning fast approaching, I started making big plans for my week off. As the universe smiles upon me, the girl's spring break does not coincide with mine which meant that I would have an entire week to blog at my leisure, do a little shopping, catch up on a TON of reading I'm behind in (Ecology, Art History, and the influence of Darwinism on Victorian era literature--now why would I be behind with such stimulating material at my fingertips???) and write a paper that's looming---oh, and because I'm entirely unrealistic, I picked up two novels from the library that I have been eager to read. Go, lu, go!

Late Sunday afternoon, J started to get sick. You know how you can just tell by looking at your kiddo that something's not right. Perfect. No fever, it's just a cold, but she was miserable enough that I knew she wouldn't be going to school the next morning. I spent my Monday wiping a runny nose, administering OJ, and comforting an extremely whiney four year old. Between the two of us, I think we had four hours of good sleep the night before. Good times! By bedtime on Monday, she was 100% better and helping me pack her lunchbox for the next day.

I woke up on Monday knowing full well that I probably had 24 hours before I was going to feel like crap. Had the scratchy throat, runny nose, and stuffy head. Last night I was burning up and having the chills. J put her tiny hand on my forehead and said, "Sweetie, I think you have a fever. You might need to take some medicine. Want to share some of my grape stuff?" sweet is that? I have gone through two boxes of Puffs and woke up this morning looking and feeling as though I had the shit beat out of me. Puffy, swollen, purple eyes, red, sore nose, and achy, achy, achy. J presented me with a 'git wel' card this morning that featured several drawings of various animals. One of which I interpreted as a tortoise but was quickly corrected:

Mom, that is a hippo. Don't you see its brussel sprouts?

Brussel sprouts?

Yeah, you know these? ( impatiently pointing to her nostrils while rolling her eyes at her mother's obvious stupidity)

Me, smiling in spite of how bad it hurt my face to do so, Oh, nostrils.

Indignantly, That's what I said. Sprouts.

Tuesday, March 01, 2005


Reality smacked down fantasy--and it was wonderful. I confess to being *that* girl who takes the Gin Blossoms' lyrics to heart..."....if you don't expect too much from me, you might not be let down..." I cheat. I hate to be disappointed and so I don't really aim to high. It's not that I always expect the worst, I just never believe I'll really get the best. This past weekend was a pleasant surprise as I was served straight up perfection.

We arrived at the spa with time to spare before our massage appointment and so we donned our suits and slipped into the hot tub. We then wrapped ourselves up in our robes and headed for the meditation room, closed our eyes and drifted away. We were soon greeted by our masseuse team and enjoyed a very relaxing massage. We finished off our visit with some wonderful hot tea and then packed up and headed for our room.

Hmmm... two and a half hours before we needed to leave to make our dinner reservation. We could take a dip in the pool or.....well, what would you do if it were just the two of you, sans kidlets, following a sensual massage, in a hotel room that promised no interruptions? *Exactly*

Dinner was beyond fabulous. Wonderful atmosphere, great service, to die for food. It was a night of firsts for lu. I had the first of what promises to be my new favorite drink, a Midori Sour and for dessert, a creme brulee topped with berries. We took our time. We talked. We laughed. We planned. We remembered. I got a little tipsy, cuz, well, I'm a very cheap date and one drink is all it takes.

After a leisurely dinner we headed for the theatre to see Sideways. We enjoyed it but didn't realize beforehand that it was a black comedy. What? I didn't know Chris Rock or Martin Lawrence were in that. Uh, no stupid:

"Black comedy is otherwise known as black humour and possibly first appeared in the late 1950’s and early 1960’s in American literature. It is a dark comedy (hence black) and finds great humour in what most people regard as inappropriate subject matter. Black comedy mocks serious topics such as death and religion and makes fun out of various organised, logical aspects of our everyday existence. It is often grotesque and morbid"

The poster for Kingdom of Heaven was up and S commented that he was excited to see the film and was curious as to who was starring in it.

Me: Uh, honey, that's Orlando Bloom right there on the poster, larger than life.

Him: No way. I don't think it's anybody famous.

Me: It's Orlando Bloom

Him: Nope. Doesn't look anything like him. If not for anything else, you could rule him out as that is *definitely* not his nose.

Me: It is Orlando Bloom

Him: You need to stop smokin crack. I think you had one Midori Sour too much

Me: I only had one Midori Sour

Him: Exactly

Me: Whatever. That is Orlando Bloom

Him: OK, If you are right, I'll make sure you have 10 orgasms...

Me: Hmmm...we are talking about a 24 hour window, right?

Him: Yep, but doesn't matter because that is not Orlando Bloom

Me: Ooohhh, I can't wait to get on the internet and prove you wrong.

Needless to say, we are gonna have to cash in some of our I.O.U. babysitting certificates in order for me to collect my due. S doesn't seem to be too upset about his loss...probably cuz he knows he can knock it out in 3.5 sessions--I'm talented that way.

After the movie, we were tired, but content when we stumbled back into our room after midnight. As promised, our room had a wonderfully deep roman tub which I filled with lavender and surrounded with jasmine scented candles. We had a long, nice soak and then fell into our king sized bed. We actually got to spoon in the absence of J squooshed in between us.

It was perfection.