Friday Round-up

Posted on March 28, 2008
Filed Under Friday round-up, bitching and moaning, suburban joys | 16 Comments

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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