Friday Round-up
Posted on March 28, 2008
Filed Under Friday round-up, suburban joys, bitching and moaning, apology |
I know, I know, I’m supposed to post something brilliant and snappy to launch the weekend but I’ve got nothing. It snows here again today. Big, fat heavy flakes of you’ve-got-to-be-shitting-me-it’s-almost-April kind of snow. My windshield wipers actually froze up while I was driving down the highway this morning. This mechanical difficulty meant I had to slow down, a deceleration which was directly in conflict with my inner sound track telling me to speed, speed, speed. But, like a big girl, like a Mom-ish individual with responsibility and a good head on her shoulders, I eased it down to a respectable crawl and hoped that the defrost system would have some effect on the exterior situation so I could crank the mental Pearl Jam.
O’s got tennis lessons this afternoon. G has Brownies. I’m not sure why I said we’d be in two places at the same time. It seems I’ve forgotten how to plan and the calendar sits forlornly by the computer where it quietly suffers its neglect. Why oh why can’t I just write things down? Then I’ll know not to schedule a hair appointment for the day I’m supposed to help out in G’s classroom. Guess which activity is getting canceled? Oh alright, don’t be so damned judgmental. If you only knew how hard it was to map out a two hour cut and color appointment with Orlando on a Friday. It’s been months. I’ve got serious and ghastly roots showing. G and her bitchy teacher will survive my absence. I know they will. (Plus I’m still not sleeping well. This scattered ineffectualness is just a product of the insomnia, right? Surely it’s not old age?)
The weekend is yawning before us with a whole lot of nothingness on the itinerary. I thought we’d get our burning permit and gather a winter’s worth of sticks and twigs and spark a bonfire on the driveway - the white trash version of Spring clean up - but it’s supposed to be cold and windy. I need at least 45 degrees and some semblance of sun to put myself out there. I chap easily. My skin gets all dry and sprouts cracks and deep fissures when exposed to the sharply cold air. I’m delicate. Just think Scarlett O’Hara with work gloves and steel tipped boots. I can hustle up some leaves and dig a decent hole in the ground but it’s got to be comfortable conditions for me to wield the rake or the shovel or the kerosene and a box of matches.
And because, frankly, I don’t give a damn, it’s frozen chicken pot pie tonight for dinner. Thank you Mrs. Bud’s Family Sized Meals in Minutes. The short cut will please the males in the Madmarriage household who adore a good sodium rich, fat heavy meal every once in awhile. Tomorrow I’ll subject them to Shrimp with Feta and Wine Sauce over Penne but tonight I can only manage enough wherewithal to pre-heat the oven.
So happy weekend. May you all have the joy of baby sitters, the mirth of evenings out on the town with friends and the pleasure of days full of stimulating activity. Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine. I’ve got three Netflix films (No Country for Old Men, Atonement and Michael Clayton), a gallon of cheap wine and several boxes of Girl Scout cookies in the cupboard. I think I’ll make it to Monday. And maybe I’ll even have something interesting to blog about by then. No promises though.
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We’ll stil be reading, all promises on that.
I love a good bitch session and that was cathartic for me. I was feeling the Friday evening blues so I called a friend and she’s going to drag her husband out to dinner with us. We’re going to Chinatown and then may venture into a bar for a drink. I have a question. If you could be single tomorrow night, what would you do? That’s open to everyone, actually. Any suggestions?
I had a hair appointment today, too. The roots are tamed. You made the right choice.
My weekend looks similarly bleak, but with better weather. Which just puts the pressure on me to get my kids out into the nice weather. Which is a little bit annoying when I prefer to stay in pajamas for at least one of the weekend days.
Have a good weekend…at least you have James McAvoy, George Clooney, and cookies.
Moshizzle, if I’m being honest, single, Saturday night? I’d go out on a date with someone who is completely into me, brings me flowers, holds my door, pulls out my chair and otherwise makes me feel like a rock star. That’s what I need right now. Oh and there’s probably a pomegranate martini in the mix too.
Whew! For a minute there I thought you had canceled the cut and color.
Sadly, the only part of that I can accomplish is the pomegranate martini. I guess that’s what I’ll be sipping in the dark during Earth Hour.
The meals that you apologize for would be a step up around here. The movie marathon sounds good to me. I am so relieved that the hair appt. stands as scheduled.
It is snowing here too — post-Easter. I am ready to hurt someone!
Good for you! The state of one’s hair is crucial; another school meeting, not so much.
i too have got about two inch natural roots on whatever color this is on my hair…
you, my friend have your priorities right.
Cce, even when you say you’ve got nothing of interest to write about, your uninteresting nothings turn out to be quite riveting. I’m glad you kept the hair appointment. Feeling happy with how I look goes the distance in making me feel good and thus influences my days deeply. From your words, I can tell it works the same for you.
Moshizzle: Your question made me think a lot. Here is my answer - In the old days, before I married, I used to go dancing or out to dinner and drinks with my friends. Now married, I don’t go out dancing at all but I still do the dinner and drinks with friends and with my husband of course. Not much has changed except that the expectant energy of singlehood has been replaced by the comfortable security of married love. I would wish that if Cce’s husband were reading her blog and its accompanying messages, that he would know how I’d recommend some heavy wining and dining on his part towards the missus. Us married women revel in being made to feel like girlfriends rather than wives every once in a while. And I almost forgot, don’t you forget to order her that pomegranate martini she seems to like!
Milena, My Better Half does read here every once in awhile. Perhaps he’ll hear my cries for affection and pink drinks. I’ll let you know.
Here’s a pink drink to our comments having the desired results Cce.
Movies, a gallon of cheap wine AND girl scout cookies? I am green with envy!
btw, I need my hair done too. Having roots brings out new and different ways to wear your hair, don’t you think?
On the hair note : my daughter pointed out (when she was 5 or 6) that daddy has brown hair, S has brown hair, she has yellow hair, and moomy has black and yellow hair……oh the honesty of youth…I could really do without it sometimes.
I am so tired of being cold. Bright sunshine and warmth evaded us again this weekend. I’m so jealous of your Girl Scout cookies.