I've been a closet Sex and the City fan for years...no matter what time of night the re-runs show up, I'm glued to the set. I love all four girls - they each represent a little part of the whole me. Of course, I identify with Carrie the most but there's some Miranda, Charlotte and a whole lotta Samantha hiding out in this 42-year-old body.
To me, Sex and the City is like porn for females...we can't wait to visually devour what dress Carrie's got on, what shoes she buys, how hot Samantha looks in undies, and what will make Charlotte wrinkle that perky little nose next. So it's been a long four years for me since the series ended but thank goodness for TBS and re-runs!
Now...tonight is the BIG night. For weeks, some pals and I have had tickets to see the movie at the Bijou 7 downtown. In fact, in 10 minutes we're leaving to meet other friends at the Bluewater Grille for cosmos...then heading to the show. I can't WAIT to see the girls on the big screen. I've missed my "friends" so I'm giddy with excitement. Girls night out...with four girls I really need to catch up with.
I'll post a review sometime this weekend...
Friday, May 30, 2008
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
The big day approaches
Right smack dab in the middle of a very busy spring with baseball season winding down, several big marketing projects at work, and our town's annual Strawberry Festival (including guests from out of town) comes Thing 1's graduation from junior high. Oh, woe is me! I'm so heart-broken over this milestone that I'm not sure I'll survive the next 29.5 hours. Honestly, I've had it marked on the calendar for awhile but it snuck up behind me and pounced this week with stealth and ease. I can do nothing about it but surrender to it. No amount of pouting, toe tapping, arm crossing or bottom lip quivering will make it go away.
He and one of his pals came home from school yesterday with their caps and gowns and acted silly trying on the mortar boards and mugging in the mirror. It was a nice few moments for me but my heart felt tugged on at the same time. Awhile later, I went to Thing 1's room to check on them and there they were, hanging out watching "Dumb and Dumber" - Thing 1 sitting at his desk and his pal stretched across his bed, two young men about to embark on a huge adventure eating snack food and laughing over one of the most ignorant movies ever made. And it brought tears to my eyes.
He learned today during graduation practice that he earned the President's Award for Educational Excellence based on his GPA and his national test scores. And the principal asked him to lead the audience in the pledge tomorrow night as well as give other instructions during the graduation ceremony. Then I received very sweet emails from one of his coaches and one of his teachers, both saying how much they would miss him and what a joy he has been to them. Can my heart take anymore, I wonder?
I hope these shining moments make an impact on him - I hope they make him yearn for more shining moments and motivate him to do his very best. I hope they fan a fire inside of him so he has the drive to excel in school and sports without the imprints of my hands on his back.
And I hope I can get through tomorrow night without too many tears. I won't set the bar too high - I won't hope for a dry graduation ceremony. I know the waterworks will come. But they will be tears of sadness and joy intertwined...sadness that my little boy really no longer IS a little boy, but joy that my life has been blessed with such a spectacular young man as he is.
He and one of his pals came home from school yesterday with their caps and gowns and acted silly trying on the mortar boards and mugging in the mirror. It was a nice few moments for me but my heart felt tugged on at the same time. Awhile later, I went to Thing 1's room to check on them and there they were, hanging out watching "Dumb and Dumber" - Thing 1 sitting at his desk and his pal stretched across his bed, two young men about to embark on a huge adventure eating snack food and laughing over one of the most ignorant movies ever made. And it brought tears to my eyes.
He learned today during graduation practice that he earned the President's Award for Educational Excellence based on his GPA and his national test scores. And the principal asked him to lead the audience in the pledge tomorrow night as well as give other instructions during the graduation ceremony. Then I received very sweet emails from one of his coaches and one of his teachers, both saying how much they would miss him and what a joy he has been to them. Can my heart take anymore, I wonder?
I hope these shining moments make an impact on him - I hope they make him yearn for more shining moments and motivate him to do his very best. I hope they fan a fire inside of him so he has the drive to excel in school and sports without the imprints of my hands on his back.
And I hope I can get through tomorrow night without too many tears. I won't set the bar too high - I won't hope for a dry graduation ceremony. I know the waterworks will come. But they will be tears of sadness and joy intertwined...sadness that my little boy really no longer IS a little boy, but joy that my life has been blessed with such a spectacular young man as he is.
Thursday, May 8, 2008
Stress Leads to Skinny
These past few months have been stressful for me...
Tax season just about kicked my arse this year for several reasons - namely because at the same time I was busy putting in 55 to 60 hour weeks, I was also juggling Thing 1's AAU basketball participation and Thing 2's baseball team being coached by the man I sleep with most nights (I say "most" because I kick him out of my big California King a night or two a week so I can cuddle with Thing 2!). Long story short, it was a tough tax season.
Now...I'm facing, all within the next two weeks, Thing 1's graduation from 8th grade (officially making me a MOM of a HIGH SCHOOL STUDENT) and Thing 2's All Star draft. I'm not sure which has me the most fitful.
Thing 2 has been a member of our league's All Star team for two years running. But you know, as much as I'd like to say the selection is based on skill, I also know there are politics that come into play. And that makes me nervous. Mostly because I'm not very good at politics. If I think something, I usually say it. If you piss me off, you know it. I'm not a "yes" man...eh hem...woman, I mean. I have opinions and I share them, when asked to. So, I probably get a D+ in politics that, when averaged with Thing 2's A- in skill doesn't add up to a very good grade. We will know for certain if he will be part of the two-time Dizzy Dean District Champs and two-time Dizzy Dean State Champs All Star Team again this year around May 24th and I'll share that info when it's made public. In the meantime, keep your fingers crossed and say a prayer that I can keep my mouth shut.
Thing 1's graduation is May 15th at 7 PM. I will be in tears beginning around 4:15 PM that afternoon so keep me in your thoughts. The other day, my pal, Cowgirl and I were chatting about recent stressful events in our lives - hers being the discovery of a snake in her office and mine, paling in comparison, being Thing 1's graduation. I told her, "I can't believe that he hasn't even shown the least amount of remorse for leaving behind his younger friends and his school! He doesn't seem the least bit sad over that." She gently reminded me that he was NOT sad about it - that all he was concentrating on now was The Big Adventure that awaits him - high school. And, as she usually is, she was right on the money. I felt the same way during my 8th grade graduation. Sure, I knew I'd miss the teachers who were special to me. But I couldn't WAIT to hit the halls of RCHS. I guess he feels the same way.
Anyway, my worries have shown up on the scales...I've dropped about 10 pounds this spring and my clothes are baggy. Not complaining, mind you, just curious at the loss of appetite. Nothing sounds good, nothing beckons me from the pantry or refrigerator...chocolate has lost all appeal. Not even Hiroshis, Formosa or P.F. Chang's look tempting.
This could be a very long summer, indeed.
Tax season just about kicked my arse this year for several reasons - namely because at the same time I was busy putting in 55 to 60 hour weeks, I was also juggling Thing 1's AAU basketball participation and Thing 2's baseball team being coached by the man I sleep with most nights (I say "most" because I kick him out of my big California King a night or two a week so I can cuddle with Thing 2!). Long story short, it was a tough tax season.
Now...I'm facing, all within the next two weeks, Thing 1's graduation from 8th grade (officially making me a MOM of a HIGH SCHOOL STUDENT) and Thing 2's All Star draft. I'm not sure which has me the most fitful.
Thing 2 has been a member of our league's All Star team for two years running. But you know, as much as I'd like to say the selection is based on skill, I also know there are politics that come into play. And that makes me nervous. Mostly because I'm not very good at politics. If I think something, I usually say it. If you piss me off, you know it. I'm not a "yes" man...eh hem...woman, I mean. I have opinions and I share them, when asked to. So, I probably get a D+ in politics that, when averaged with Thing 2's A- in skill doesn't add up to a very good grade. We will know for certain if he will be part of the two-time Dizzy Dean District Champs and two-time Dizzy Dean State Champs All Star Team again this year around May 24th and I'll share that info when it's made public. In the meantime, keep your fingers crossed and say a prayer that I can keep my mouth shut.
Thing 1's graduation is May 15th at 7 PM. I will be in tears beginning around 4:15 PM that afternoon so keep me in your thoughts. The other day, my pal, Cowgirl and I were chatting about recent stressful events in our lives - hers being the discovery of a snake in her office and mine, paling in comparison, being Thing 1's graduation. I told her, "I can't believe that he hasn't even shown the least amount of remorse for leaving behind his younger friends and his school! He doesn't seem the least bit sad over that." She gently reminded me that he was NOT sad about it - that all he was concentrating on now was The Big Adventure that awaits him - high school. And, as she usually is, she was right on the money. I felt the same way during my 8th grade graduation. Sure, I knew I'd miss the teachers who were special to me. But I couldn't WAIT to hit the halls of RCHS. I guess he feels the same way.
Anyway, my worries have shown up on the scales...I've dropped about 10 pounds this spring and my clothes are baggy. Not complaining, mind you, just curious at the loss of appetite. Nothing sounds good, nothing beckons me from the pantry or refrigerator...chocolate has lost all appeal. Not even Hiroshis, Formosa or P.F. Chang's look tempting.
This could be a very long summer, indeed.
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