Friday, March 7, 2014
After much consideration and thought, I decided that I was gonna give up cussin' and drinkin' for Lent. Cussin'--I do a lot of. Probably a lot more than I should, but that is me...and I'm working on improving that. I shall miss my creative swearing. And I'm sure I will fail in the first 5 minutes of my day....but I'm gonna keep on trying, regardless of falling off the four-letter wagon.
Drinkin'--well, it may sound like I do a lot of that, but I don't really. We go out with friends on the weekends and Joe makes concoctions every so often, but that's about it. Honestly, the giving up drinkin' part is more about me losing weight than having to attend meetings or anything like that. The dang sugar is killer on the trail to losing weight. I'm hoping this helps.
The best part of telling folks of my Lenten plan? The looks on their faces when I say: "I'm giving up cussin' and drinkin'. Oh....and fist-fightin' and spittin' too." I mean, if you are gonna sound like a cowboy, you might as well go all the way, right? Not everybody gets that I'm joking though, and they look at me kinda weird-like.
(I'm not really giving up fist-fightin' and spittin'....I just like how it sounds. Don't test me though, okay?)
So, wish me luck. Let's hope April brings about a thinner, non-cussin' lass. And nobody dies in the process.
Wednesday, March 5, 2014
Tuesday, March 4, 2014
Hobbes went for his annual check-up yesterday and he gained weight in spite of being on a diet. It's not good. And no, we are not cheating on his diet or intentionally keeping him fat like those parents on "My 600 pound Life." I hope this weather changes so he can run around outside and burn some of those calories off. In the meantime, the doctor is researching how to best boost his metabolism.
Em brought home a beta fish for us to babysit for Spring Break. Apparently everyone else at school is off to exotic locations like Arizona, Florida and Prague.....so Fish gets to come to exciting Weirdville for the week. First thing I did was to scrub down his tank. I think he is happy to be here already. I'm glad to have someone new to talk to around here.
I think I found out why we are having so much snow and cold....
Hey--almost forgot! Happy Mardi Gras and Paczcki Day! We are carrying out crawfish etoufee and Paczcki for dinner tonight. Okay, so we are combining Cajun and Polish traditions---who cares? We all plan on enjoying Fat Tuesday.
Well....not Hobbes, though.
Monday, March 3, 2014
One of the fundraising events for the band is the annual Band Dinner Dance, held each February. It gives us all the opportunity to get dressed up and enjoy good company, dinner, and the music by the jazz band. There is also a silent auction and raffle prizes to be won. It's always fun night out for us and the band parents.
One of the standard tunes the kids play each year is "Night Train." I'm not sure how or why, but I started the Mouse Dance a few years ago. I think the mixture of hearing this tune year after year, a few cocktails down the hatch, and my silly friends egging me on.....I sorta started doing a solo dance when the band started cranking out Night Train.
So, there I am, in the middle of the dance floor....alone...and I dance with my hands held up...like a sneaking mouse. And yes...on the down beat...I sorta shake it. It's lovely. Really.
Well...not everyone thinks so--only the people at my table, who know me. All others sorta just stand there with their mouths open, sucking their teeth and whispering comments about my alcohol intake. The funny thing is, it is not alcohol induced--it's just me being wacky. But you know how folks are....haters are gonna hate.
The tradition continued this weekend. Night Train was played. I danced the Mouse Dance to the laughter of my band parent friends...and the teeth sucking continued by those who don't appreciate Mouse Dance as art form.
Oh....he wears the face of Keely Smith....not amused. Although I know, deep down inside...he thinks it's hilarious too.
Friday, February 28, 2014
He got the message and left rather quickly...and that's when I looked down to find the remnants of his lunch. Poor birdie. Nothing left but a ring of feathers, some blood and....uh....his leg. Apparently his leg wasn't tasty. Or that was my tip for hosting. Criminy.
I'm just gonna pretend I didn't see it and hope Joe wanders into that mess. That clean-up is definitely a "Joe job." Blech.
Thursday, February 27, 2014
Stupid Joe. He was in his "I don't wanna do anything" phase and refused to pay $100 a ticket to see Sting and Paul Simon in concert. Now I hear that the concert was amazing.
I am not happy.
Joe is in the dog house. BIG time.
He is not in the "I don't wanna do anything" phase anymore, needless to say. Mainly because I threatened to divorce him. Or at the very least...I was gonna go do things without him while he sat at home with meowy cats and his lame laptop.
Joe is not dumb.
Well....not for very long, anyway.