Thursday, July 30, 2009

It Simply Cannot be August Already

Whew! Is it nap time yet? No? Shoot. I was so looking forward to it. I figure you know you’re finally an adult when you WANT to take naps again. If I don’t get a nap soon somebody’s going to have to shove a cart under my butt and push it around ‘cause the cheeks are draggin’ baby. They’re draggin’ so low, they’re chapped. It’s been another whirlwind week around here, and it’s a good thing I don’t have to work tomorrow because I’m in desperate need of a day off. Some highlights:

-It’s been so crazy lately, I did not realize until Monday that the Buffett concert is almost here. One week from today, friends and countrymen, I will be swingin’ my grass skirt on the banks of the Ohio River in Cincinnati to the tunes of Jimmy with about 22,000 other Parrot Heads phlocking together for phabulous phun. The tailgating party on Kellogg Avenue will be large and loud and is sure to produce some interesting pictures. It always does. After all, Cincinnati is Parrot Head Central. Also, we are staying at a hotel where hundreds of Parrot Heads have been known to tailgate. I’m in desperate need of some Margaritaville, so this little retreat comes at a welcome time.

I have a new addition to my costume this year. Aren’t these darling dahling?I bought them last Halloween and tucked them away for our annual Buffett road trip. How blessed we are to live in a country where they sell sunglasses shaped like martini glasses and no one arrests you for wearing them.

-Teen Angel has logged the required driving time in order to take her driver’s license test. She is scheduled to take is August 12th. That’s the day I’ve scheduled my nervous breakdown. I am so not ready for this.
-I put my underwear on wrong side out yesterday. AGAIN! That’s the fourth time in about a year. The really bad part is that it took me half the day to discover I’d done it. By the time I’m eighty, I’ll be forgetting to put my clothes on before I walk out the door.
-The dog and cat have reached somewhat of an uneasy truce. Sabrina doesn’t hit Jack in the nose if Jack doesn’t try to eat her food. They are now able to sit within three feet of each other. They still give each other the stink eye, but at least they’re not chewing on each other.
-Hubby and I are going to have to emotionally detach from our home during this selling process. The first lookers came over last night to check it out, and I felt so sensitive about it. After they left, I was all, “How could they not like the dressing room?” They were very kind, but I can tell this is not going to be easy.
-Remember when I told you about the overweight man I’ve seen jogging for months and how he started out walking and progressively got faster and skinnier? I said I’d like to stop him and congratulate him one day even though I don’t know him. Well, I got my chance. Hubby and I sat down at a restaurant the other night, and lo and behold, he was at the table next to us with his family. We introduced ourselves and had a nice little chat. He’s lost fifty pounds and runs seven miles day, four days a week. He, his wife and son were lovely people and we had a great time meeting them. I’m so glad I finally got to meet him, and it happened by accident. How cool is that?
-And somebody stand by with the paddles. Any moment now I should get a call from the flooring guy with an estimate on the cost of the hardwood for the new house. It should be good for a class A coronary or at least a few gray hairs. I’m gonna need some hair dye before this is all over.


Mike Golch said...

good posting.

Mia said...

To take your mind off that drivers test you can wish Mookie a Happy Birthday on August 12th. She will be 11. Sabrina will be right at home in the "new" house ya know?

The Church Lady said...

JB is still around?? I haven't seen him in years. Have fun!

Kelley with Amy's Angels said...

Be careful that you don't sway too hard and end up in the Ohio River. That river is awful!

Have fun!! : )

C.S. said...

Best fireworks show I ever saw was on the Ohio (Labor Day, 1980 or so), and I don't care for fireworks that much. Back in the '70s, my Dad and I would drive up to Cincinnati Reds games, park on the Kentucky side of the river, and walk across the old suspension bridge to get to the ballpark. Enjoy the concert!

Trailboss said...

I just wish I could get my almost 18 yr old to get her PERMIT! I was just talking to her about that tonight on the way home from the horse auction. I remember when my son got his license. I don't think I have slept well since that day yet!

J.G. said...

Yep, you are busy, busy! A dose of Buffet's laid-back tropical attitude is just what you need.

(Glad to hear Sabrina is fitting in and Jack is adjusting!)

Anonymous said...

Dee from Tennessee have hard wood will LOVE them. We've about given up ever getting them....but having said that, we are thankful to have a roof over our heads and food on the table!