Nibblin' on sponge cake,watchin' the sun bake; All of those tourists covered with oil. Strummin' my six string on my front porch swing. Smell those shrimp--They're beginnin' to boil.
Wasted away again in Margaritaville, Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt. Some people claim that there's a woman to blame, But I know it's nobody's fault.
Don't know the reason,Stayed here all season With nothing to show but this brand new tattoo. But it's a real beauty,A Mexican cutie, how it got hereI haven't a clue.
Wasted away again in Margaritaville, Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt. Some people claim that there's a woman to blame, Now I think,-- hell it could be my fault.
I blew out my flip flop,Stepped on a pop top; Cut my heel, had to cruise on back home. But there's booze in the blender,And soon it will renderThat frozen concoction that helps me hang on.
Wasted away again in Margaritaville Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt. Some people claim that there's a woman to blame, But I know, it's my own damn fault. Yes, and some people claim that there's a woman to blame, And I know it's my own damn fault.
i have just made it through another hectic weekend... another weekend of very little down time, no time to lock myself away and create....
i missed penelope's opening nite at the munce art center....bummer. but i did get to see gabe perform with the high school band. he looked so small out there on the football field and i got to see my pal rex beat a state ranked team. chs has never beaten danville and the friday nite frenzy was exactly that. my dad was a varsity football coach. i spent my fall evenings on the field with my dad. i also spent the summer at two-a-days. dad would throw my bike in the back of the old dodge and i would sit in the back of the truck for the 11 mile trek on the back roads of montgomery county. i often wonder how i never fell out of that truck! mothers would cringe today. we just went with the flow.
to top off the whole weekend. on my way to lafayette today. my clutch went out on my [new-used] 94' saab! i had 3 kids with me. we have been struggling with the reverse. it is manual and i have to put it in first and the quickly jack it into reverse [somehow the rocking back and forth eventually throws it into reverse] and if that doesnt work, i have to have gabe push me so i can get in a position to drive forward. we might as well be ma and pa kettle. gabe thinks is it the coolest thing to push the car. i am sure the transmission will have to be replaced. so much for putting christmas $$$ back.
oh i am ready to slow down on the design work, so i can put my create flow to work. the ideas are not only swimming in my head, but i have sketches all over the studio. i am just going to have to set aside an hour or two a day to create.
as bryce wakes me up, i moan in pain and beg that we not run today. but he knows that i am just tired and once we stretch and get out on the road i will be okay. and i am. today i ran a whole extra block. hey quit laughing. i am not a natural born runner. i don't have long lean legs - i was blessed with stubby chunky legs. legs that drag as i run. which brings me to my next thought - clancy
oh that sweet little cherabim - clancy. she is running cross country, so i thought if i train for the 5k again this year, she and i can run it together. that would be a nice mother-daughter day. so when i told her i wanted to do this with her she snorted... yeah that's what i thought. what is up with the snort. of course i asked. she explained that it was beyond the realm of possibility for her to run with me, because i run like a dork! such a blessed little thing, she can't run with me, because i embarrass her. embrass her? what the hell does she mean embarrass her. i am the hippest mom on the block! my children are so sweet, i just can't imagine my life without them. i could just eat them up.
reminds me of wedding receptions when bryce and i are dancing to a really great song and i look over as i throw out the fishing line to reel bryce in and cheri' is sitting in a corner with a look of disgust! my children just adore their mother.
sad thing is pay backs hurt. i remember watching my mom, as a child, thinking was i adopted? surely god would have never placed me with this. i often wonder if i had been nicer to my mom, my kids wouldn't be so hard on me.
we took cheri' to iu today... she really doesn't want to have to go back for another year of studying, but she knows she doesn't want to be here at home either.
this weekend wasn't a good one with her. she was very moody and pretty much a pain in my arse. but as we got closer to iu her mood changed. she was laughing and smiling. she drove ahead of bryce and myself in the borrowed truck. and i couldn't help wonder where the time has gone. she has gone from a very active child to an extremely confident, independent young woman. sometimes when she is acting like a typical 19 year old - i have to remind myself that she is just that...19. most days she comes off at about 25-30. she has been such an ease to raise.
i know i really only have her 3 more years. i know that when she graduates, she will leave me. most days i am glad of that. i want her to spread those wings and fly. i didn't do that. that is a regret. but today watching her drive ahead. hand out the window, playfully moving through the air...i was sad. no longer that little girl with the big mocha eyes.
yippee...the walls are painted, new furniture in. now i just have to make a run to lowes tomorrow nite to pick up my shelving. then i get to put up my lopie illos , make a few minor adjustments and the studio will be up and moving
i am so happy i left the work for someone else world.
i am painting my studio today.... okay i'm not painting it, i have hired someone to do it for me. we worked out a sweet deal and it was worth the money, especially since i have no time to do it! cheri' will put together all of my ikea purchases, desk, bookcase, futon, etc. i will post before and after photos so that you can see how pathetic it is now and how great it will look!
when i look at the before pictures, i want to cry...i cant believe i have worked in this hole for this long. everything is at eye level, nothing creative, horrible dark eggplant walls, clutter-clutter-clutter. i don't know how i am even creative.
to end on a happy note, we had a big family gathering yesterday to celebrate my parents 45th wedding anniversary. it was a great day
i've been tagged by swirly and i feel funny about participating. i just don't have that many viewers on my blog....but what the hell i'm in. swirly named me, so i will step up [ she is one of my sheros ]
here are my five idiosyncracies...
1. i laugh like betty rubble 2. i always root for the underdog 3. i tend to be attracted to older men, yet i married a man 10 years younger than me 4. i despise rude people with cell phones [i don't own a cell phone ] 5. i hate alot of noise and i am extremely claustrophobic [ you will find me outside during parties or sitting in an empty room. [ thank you lord for allowing me to work at home...amen ]
our friend strasser got hitched this weekend. i had the honor of producing all the wedding stationary. it was very simple, crimson in color [strass is a wally]. gerbera daisys [my favorites] and best of all, when he and kristin recited their vows...they meant them. you could hear the enthusiasm. they are so in love
those are the very best weddings.
strasser lived with us one summer when he was working at wabash. he brought us pizza and beer almost nightly. we all sat around and talked, and ate. he is part of our family.
one a different note...school is almost back in session. cheri' will be heading back to iu. i will have my hallway and closet back. yesssss! gabe will have his bedroom back and we will get back to whatever today is considered a normal schedule. i can finally have some peace in the house during the day. clancy and gabe will have to settle their differences in the halls of jr. high. oh the poor administration.
i will lose my husband for another 9 months, i will be bitchy when too much falls on my shoulders. gosh why can't i just deal with this and move on. some days i think i am psycho! maybe not psycho, but nothing a little zoloft wouldn't relieve.
no i think i will just work on getting rid of my [woe is me attitude] and embrace my nine months of solitude.
yep thats what i am going to do! remind me of this when i am bitching and whining [ i could win an award for whining ]
happy happy happy i have so many ideas i am going to burst...... here's what's on tap here, lots of design jobs big wedding weekend messy messy studio no time to think and i want some good sleep i miss tom, i want to hear all about the wedding i want to know how it all went. i want to see a blissfilled grin i want tobounce some ideas around...when in the hell are you coming back? gosh! i am asuperstar! is 40 too old to pierce your nose this is so pathetic - wake up folks[gotta love cville] i think this might be a good idea [need to find the time]