I am slowly recuperating from my week of fun and family. I have come to the conclusion that I am not as young as I once was. Seems like back in the good old days I could work all day, dance and drink all night only to get up and do it all over again the next day. Now it takes me a good 72 hours of "quiet time" to rebound from a day at the water park. And please don't get me started on the impromptu Snoop Dog mosh pit and concert we saw at the MALOOF MONEY CUP Skateboard Competition Saturday. Talk about being too old...
On the bright side, at least I still act young enough to go to the water parks.
The family has packed up and returned to their home state of Alabama and we are left wondering where the week went. It just wasn't enough time and we already miss them horribly (except for when the nephew pretended to throw up in the sink while I was eating my breakfast..I could have done without that!) The kids got along great and I enjoyed all the one on one time with the the BIL, SIL and the nephews. It was very cool to hear the boys recall all the fun things we used to do with them before they moved out of state. It was nice to know they valued that time and that it holds fond memories for all of us.
This week Frankie starts summer school and it s already turning into a drama filled nightmare. As a parent, you want what is best for your children but that is difficult to do when your child could care less about you or anything else of importance. It makes for long, laborious days at school and equally as long and difficult evenings of homework. At 14, it is difficult (if not down right impossible) to MAKE your child comply. The old adage of "you can lead a horse to water but you can't make them drink..." is well suited for this situation. We hold him accountable, consequence the living shit out of him and still nothing. I have no idea where this school year will head, but sadly, I can't help but think of a train wreck.
Wish me luck and please send vodka. I have a feeling I may need a nip or two to get through this next few weeks!
Sunday, July 12, 2009
What a Week!
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Sandi
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Thursday, July 9, 2009
To Ginger
The big news on the street is that my dear friend Ginger is moving back to San Diego.
This sucks on many levels.
Although Ginger is a relatively "new" friend, I have quickly grown quite fond of her. That is a big thing because frankly, I don't like a lot of people. We have travelled further than most friends do to get to know each other. We did the 60 mile Breast Cancer walk together, where we have spent hour after hour and mile after mile talking about life. She is also my lunch buddy, bargain shopping assistant and has also become part of my new work out routine. We push each other at the gym, confess our diet mishaps and we sweat together.
Blisters, sweat and a drunken Tiger Balm incident is what friendships are made of and can really create a bond between two people.
Trust me, I know.
But beyond all the funny stuff Ginger came into my life when I needed someone like her the most. My Mom was dying, I turned 40, I was (quickly) getting married, Cheryl was sick and I was fat.
She took care of me and my family when I needed to be with my Mom or with Cheryl and when my Mom died she took care of the memorial arrangements and let me cry and even cried with me. I mean, it's not everyday you run across someone that understand why you are crying over a clean refrigerator. She organized my 40th birthday and my wedding and joined a gym with me.
Three times a week she picks me up for the gym (with a cooler and ice for my protein shake) so I can eat breakfast in the car because I am normally late, running out the door with bed head, toothpaste on my chin, a granola bar in one hand and a Diet Coke in the other.
Friends don't come any better than that.
So, I am sad.
I am sad I will have to drive myself to work-out.
I am sad I will have to buy a cooler for my protein shake.
I am sad I will have to glitter my own posters.
I am sad that I will have to set my alarm and get my own ass out of bed.
I am sad I will not get anymore midnight calls to go toilet papering.
Through all this, I am trying to remember that this is a great opportunity for Ginger and her family.
But it's hard because I prefer everything to be about me...
On the other hand I keep reminding myself, for as sad as this is, I am still very blessed. I have a group of gals that have been there for me and who will still be there and will even drive me to the gym if I need it. Although Ginger may not be here everyday and that is devastating, but knowing you have so many others who feel your pain and that you can rely on is priceless.
And they like to drink, which is an added bonus.
Plus, as Ginger pointed out in the middle of my sniveling, it's not like she is moving out of state, she will only be 40 minutes down the freeway and well within toilet papering distance...
OK, maybe she didn't mentioned about the toilet papering, I came up with that one all by myself.
So she will be missed. Not just by me but by a slew of people whose life she has touched in the 3 years she has been around. As someone so eloquently put it, "friends like her don't come along everyday and are not so easily replaced."
You can say that again...
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Decisions, Decisions, Decisions...
Obviously I took a little hiatus (some time off for you not so bright folks...) It started out as being too busy and that turned into laziness and then I began to struggle with the need to keep this blog. I mean I love it, but as I mentioned before I hate the censorship, I HATE logging into my own blog, I hate the bitchy, snide and arrogant comments some ignorant people write.
But then I had to remember I am bitchy, snide, ignorant and arrogant, so who am I to judge.
This is what I decided, I am going to go back public and keep blogging. I will go through all my old post, take out the ones I know will cause family world war 3 or offend people who previously hadn't been reading and just let it go. In my absence, I decided I like my blog. I don't use it for a daily diary of what I am doing but I do enjoy getting my thoughts out there. It's therapeutic and let's face it, I love my old readership numbers (prior to being private) it helps my already enlarged ego.
So I am back. Not bigger and better but I am back and public and cyber space better be ready for a few more f words cause here I come...!
Sunday, May 31, 2009
OUCH!
It seems like I have been gone forever...I guess in a way I have. I've been busy and my Carpal Tunnel in back with a vengeance and keeping me from fun things like typing and sleeping. It's a pain in the ass and somewhat debilitating. It's hard to move, write, drive, sleep...anything. I was really hoping my last remission was permanent but, eh, not so much.
Keep up with me on Facebook. It's easier for me post since I don't have to be so wordy.
Miss ya all!
