Happy Halloween 2004
Posted by gwendolyn on October 31, 2004 at 10:46 PM
That's What He Gets For Loving Me
So the other concert was pretty good too. I will have to admit that I am not really impressed by all the rebel flag waving and I don't share the political views of most of the crowd there. I did however enjoy the giant inflatable bull riding girls and there were a handful of songs I am really glad I got to see them all do. And let's face it, any occasion that I get to wear my red cowboy boots in public and not feel like I stick out like a sore thumb is a good one. After all, my red cowboy boots are pretty damned cute.
I missed my plane to Ohio today. The time came and went and I was a little sad, but only because it felt like such a waste of money. I thought of the couple of people that might actually be bummed over it and hoped they were not holding a grudge and then I went on with the day. We are all sick. I am sure the airline crew and fellow passengers would thank me if they all knew that me and my children are probably contagious with some hellavirus that causes much coughing and snotting and sore throat ickiness. Now wouldn't have probably been a good time for my children to visit cold weather climates anyway, so it all worked out for the best I suppose.
What doesn't blow though, getting to stay here and torture my husband with all my wifely charms. That is a relief, not having to leave my best friend for six weeks. Now if he could just stop thinking about houses for five minutes and just enjoy the fact that we are all here we would be fine. We have wasted some perfectly good weekends obsessing over house hunting when we should be enjoying the little things like all day in bed and Sunday drives to Nowhere. I don't need a big fancy house right this minute, someday I might. Who is going to clean all that anyway? All I really need right now, I have.
Posted by gwendolyn on October 26, 2004 at 12:28 AM
Listen All Y'all It's Sabotage
So we went to see the Beastie Boys on Monday. That was pretty cool. Especially cool if you like coming home with about fifty different people's DNA on you. They were good though. The dog show was a spectacle. The opening rapper guy was annoying. Very cool to get to actually shake my rump on cue and not to a cover bands version of the song.
Meanwhile back at the lair, all of the children are now sick. Runny nose, sore throat, coughing, stuffy head, fever, can't sleep sick. It sucks major ass. Not to mention I am starting to feel a little scratchy throat action myself. Not. good. at. all.
Tomorrow is the Brooks and Dunn and Gretchen Wilson concert in West Palm Beach. I am feeling a tad bad about the idea of leaving the kids home sick while I go do that. On the other hand their daddy (in his own words) "is perfectly capable", and the ticket was bought many moons ago. So, I dunno. I just have a voice in my head that says "What kind of fucked up mother goes to a concert with her babies all home sick?" Obviously, that would be horrible mothers like me? :( I do know that they aren't going to do much besides cough and sleep and sniff for that few hours but still...the guilt! Fate is sabotaging my October. I also am in the possession of four plane tickets that will absolutely be going to waste this coming Monday as there is no vacation coming, so wasting a perfectly good Brooks and Dunn ticket in addition to that seems so sad.
Posted by gwendolyn on October 21, 2004 at 02:54 PM
Friday Night
I always have so much anticipation and hope on Friday's like when I was a teenager and Friday night meant getting drunk and having premarital sex and doing other immoral and illegal acts.
I have no clue why as the last several years Terry and I have been cultivating our old folks routine by where he falls asleep on the couch by 8:30 p.m. and I am organizing my spice cabinet and tucking away saved pickle jars and lids to "put things in". We haven't had Friday night excitement for a long time. No matter how hard I try.
It is particularly nagging on a Friday that he gets paid as we are not completely flat ass broke to the point of eating peanut butter off of a spoon and sunflower seeds and thinking "oh my God there is another seven days until we get more money so that we can pay the bills and be flat ass broke again by Saturday morning". We are broke, just not as broke. So that heightens the excitement a bit.
Still, seemingly every Friday, I throw on some decent clothes, dot something that smells good in all the warm places, put on my diamonds, and paint my face... just in case.
Posted by gwendolyn on October 15, 2004 at 03:30 PM
104
On day 104 of being raw I decided that the craving I was having for mashed potatoes (and cooked food in general) needed to be satisfied or else I was never going to get past it mentally. So, in true idiot fashion, I made a dinner consisting of mashed potatoes made with rice milk and vegan butter, Bubbie's brand sauerkraut, and some Tofurkey sausage type things that were like faux polska kielbasa .
I have spent the subsequent 48 hours feeling like I am on the verge of death. I have been up rolling around in misery for the last two days throwing up. Now finally it seems to be taking a more Southern route and hopefully within the next day or so I will start to feel half human again. I am pretty sure either my body thought it was being invaded by demons or I developed a blockage and having fermented cabbage in my stomach was making the whole thing a trillion times worse.
Lesson to be learned: Don't fucking eat shit like that ever ever again. Ever. You will be punished.
Posted by gwendolyn on October 12, 2004 at 11:43 AM
Shifting Gears
We planned a six week vacation in Ohio for the end of October and all of November. It isn't going to happen. I think we finally just got tired of trying to work out the logistics of the whole thing to the point of realizing it just wasn't going to work out at all. Jake came along and everything kind of changed, including the children's attitude about wanting to go. No one seems to want to leave him here, he can't go comfortably, so we aren't going. Terry volunteered to stay home, no one wants to take a family vacation without half the family. It is pretty cut and dry.
We are on to new plans. There is the whole tattooing thing, the possible mobile unit renovation, the possibility of house hunting again... just new stuff.
Posted by gwendolyn on October 05, 2004 at 05:15 PM