Monday, July 22, 2019

High Hopes, I Had Hiiiiiigh Hopes

My plans for the weekend were lofty: deep clean the entire house, including the porch, organize my office, inventory and organize my photo equipment, cook gourmet meals, exercise myself into a model-worthy body, and ensure world peace.

See? Lofty.

What I actually accomplished was...not so lofty.

Friday evening, I went out to eat with Hugh and the Man-Cub; the Cub was just recently back from Arizona, where he had been working for the previous ten days, and, I was very happy to get to spend some time with him. We went to a chain restaurant in Hooterville, and, while the food was yummy, it was hardly gourmet.


Saturday morning, I got up bright and early, determined to get started on all of the above-mentioned goals. I managed to get the porch cleaned, but, was so sidetracked by the effort to eradicate the infestation of Elm Beetles that I discovered hiding in various nooks and crannies (there has been an invasion of the little bastards this year; I am not impressed); it took far longer than anticipated.


Once I felt like I had the bugs mostly dealt with, I was exhausted and in need of a nap, which, turned into a naaaaap. I really should know better than to let myself surrender to the sweet, sweet pull of daytime sleep.

I did finally rouse myself enough to throw together a couple of pizzas, which Hugh grilled for me. Then, since I was obviously not going to make it to the gym for any of that exercise nonsense, I cracked open a new bottle of Pinot Grigio. My beloved Santa Margherita has gotten ridiculously expensive, and without a wine sale on the horizon, I have been forced to experiment with new vineyards. This one wasn't half bad; it's no Santa Margherita, but, it'll do.



He looks so serious...

Please drop a piece, please drop a piece...

Yesterday, I caught up on my work at the hardware store and then spent some time with the Man-Cub, who is off to Arizona for another ten-day tour of duty this morning. Dinner was Mediterranean flatbread with homegrown basil, zucchini, tomatoes, and ricotta, which, I ate after finally getting around to organizing my photo equipment.


I also typed up the wedding day photography timeline that I am suggesting to Darren and Johnna, so; I did manage to accomplish a couple of my weekend goals.

The world peace thing? Not so much.

Maybe next weekend.


Friday, July 19, 2019

Friday Favorites

Wow, did this week go by quickly! I'm assuming that's because we have entered the time warp that happens at this time each year. Stampede is next weekend, Darren's wedding is two weeks later, the Man-Cub leaves for Hawaii two days after, and, no doubt, it will be snowing by September.

Boo.

But, let's not dwell on the negative.

OPI is always a favorite; these are the shades that I have been wearing lately.


While I've not been a fan of matte colors in the past, I have to admit I've been digging them this summer. Currently, I am wearing this shade...



...it's a really pretty petal pink, just neutral enough to go with most of my summer shoes.

Mama Jill stopped by last week; she dropped off a little gift for me...


...she's working as a fire crew dispatcher again this year and has been stationed in a few different places already. The fact that she thinks of me at every winery she visits is a favorite for sure.

I'm also really liking this bracelet that I got as an add-on in my latest FabFitFun subscription box; it's the constellation of Sagittarius, which is my sign.


Hugh took this picture of Boomer the other day;


Hugh says this is where he stations himself whenever I am upstairs, which, makes sense, since this is what I usually see when I head down...


If Boomer had a blog, I'm pretty sure I would feature prominently in his Friday Favorites posts.


Obviously, the feeling is mutual.


Tuesday, July 16, 2019

Unplugging to Connect: Girls Weekend 2019

I just spent four days completely unplugged; we're talking no television, no internet, no telephones, minimal contact with the outside world. People? I didn't even wear my Fitbit.

So, how can I say that I was completely connected all weekend long? Easy: I spent time with friends, listening, talking, laughing, reminiscing, sipping adult beverages, basking in the sunshine, feeling the sting of lake spray on my face, and, relaxing. Totally. Completely.

That's how it goes on Girls Weekend.

So, about that weekend; I rolled out of Petticoat Junction around noon on Thursday, arriving in the Town of My Alma Mater a few hours later. The drive requires me to navigate one of the most picturesque mountain passes in the state; it's also the most dangerous, which, adds a bit of excitement to the experience. I would have stopped to take pictures, but, there is literally no shoulder on which to pull over, and, with sheer drops, hundreds of feet down, it's better not to attempt photography while driving. Hell if I was going to miss my weekend by plunging to my death.

My first stop was Jules' house, where we visited until it was time to pick Reece up at the airport (she flew in from Phoenix), then, we went to dinner at our favorite restaurant from the college days. I had the chicken taco salad and a margarita, and, it tasted just as amazing as I remembered.


After dinner, we went back to Jules', where we enjoyed cocktails in the new wine tumblers that she had purchased for each of us (I'm not the only one who knows that a party requires swag!). Then, it was off to dreamland.


Friday morning, we met Tee at her house (she had a work function the night before, and hadn't been able to join us for dinner), toasted with mimosas, and headed to the grocery store for supplies for the weekend.

We also grabbed a few things at the liquor store (shocker), as well as a couple of pounds of carne asada from the specialty butcher (we like to eat well when we drink, I mean, who doesn't?), then, we loaded up the camper and headed to the lake, where Tee's boyfriend went about hooking up the various amenities (water, sewer, etc.) before bidding us a fond farewell and begging us not to wreck his boat (ha!).

We had camp pretty well set up when Phoebe finally  rolled in (she had to work Friday morning), and, at that point, we were complete. The rest of the weekend involved boating (spoiler: we didn't wreck the boat!), floating, late nights, even later mornings (ahhhh, sleep!), practical jokes, inside jokes, a little harmless flirting with older men and boys young enough to be our sons (we are equal opportunity flirts), and maybe a few leaked bodily fluids. Blood? Sweat? Tears? Pee? I'm not telling (all of the above).

















We ended with a harsh scolding from the Parks Service and a $100 fine for overstaying our welcome in the campground (12:00 checkout, who knew?!).

We also ended with recharged batteries and an even stronger connection. And we did it completely unplugged.

I love my Girls.



Monday, July 15, 2019

It's Going to be a Rough Re-Entry, But I Have Zero Regrets

I got home from my long weekend with The Girls a little before eight o'clock last night and I still feel like I am rocking with the motion of a boat on a lake. This is not a bad thing, necessarily; it's a sensation that one would expect to encounter after spending the better part of two days flying across a lake.

I also have a slight sunburn on the bridge of my nose, a residual headache, am more than a bit dehydrated, and, am seriously dreading a full day of work at both the hardware store and Day Job.

But, I have no regrets, or, as we said all weekend, no ragrets! Side note: The caption on our next Girls Weekend t-shirt will absolutely be NO RAGRETS.


I had an amazing time with women whom I adore. We tuned out the world, dialed up the tunes, and laughed our fool heads off for four days. I'll write more about the trip later (got to get to the first of those two jobs!), but, I started the trip like this...


...and ended it looking like a homeless person...


and, I wouldn't have it any other way.


Friday, July 12, 2019

Because It Isn't a Party Without Swag

If all is going according to plan, I am currently in the company of The Girls, cruising the open highway on yet another epic road trip. By now, we will have hit the grocery and liquor stores, loaded the Tahoe with enough food and booze to fuel a long, slow buzz, slathered on some sunscreen, and, popped a late 80's/early 90's mix CD into the player.

It's not for nothing that I say this will be epic, and, since an epic party deserves an epic goody bag, I put a few together.



Each bag contains:

-Fluffy beach towel

-Large mandala beach throw

-Fun beer bottle koozie

-Personalized water bottle

-Wide brimmed floppy hat

-"Official" Girls Weekend tank top

-Candy shot glasses

-A special surprise based on an inside joke, neither of which I can divulge here (What happens on Girls Weekend, stays on Girls Weekend)

The personalized water bottles and tank tops are the handiwork of BCPE, who recently started a non-Etsy Etsy shop. She did a fantastic job and I am so excited for her and this new venture.

And, it goes without saying that I am equally excited for our little adventure.

Party on!




Wednesday, July 10, 2019

Well, That Was Incredibly Uncomfortable

I had my annual mammogram done today, and, whilst my right breast was crushed between two Lucite plates, I experienced a hot flash that almost caused me to pass out. Although, to be fair to the hot flash; the wooziness could have been caused by the pain from said crushing of my breast.

Either way, I certainly am glad that I remembered the breathing from childbirth classes all those years ago, because I'm relatively confident that's what got me through.

Well, that and sheer willpower, because there was no way in hell I was going ass up with my boobs out.

It ain't Spring Break circa 1990 over here.

Anyhoodle, that's over for another twelve months. Thank God.


Tuesday, July 09, 2019

Random Stuff That Nobody Cares About Except Me

Thing #: I got the call on Friday, letting me know that I do not have to report for jury duty tomorrow morning. This is good news for a variety of reasons, not the very least of which is that jury duty would have totally fucked up my plans for a fun and festive long weekend with The Girls. Since the trial is scheduled to go for two weeks, serving on the jury would have also screwed up my plans to stay on top of my duties at Day Job and at the hardware store. Oh, and did I mention that it is a murder trial? A child murder trial? And that the mother is the defendant? Yeah....hard to believe that I could have been impartial, amiright? I'm right.

Thing #2: My recent examination of the goings on down in Cooterville revealed nothing out of the ordinary (unless you count the part where the PA had such a hard time locating my cervix), and, I am now free to go about my business for another three years before repeating the process (minus the part where the medical professional has difficulty finding my cervix, I mean, obviously).

Thing #3: I am scheduled for my annual mammogram tomorrow. And, I went to the dentist yesterday. And, I had the blood work done to ensure that my thyroid meds are getting the job done. Clearly, 'tis the season for poking, prodding, squeezing, scraping, and general undercarriage maintenance of this here body. Oh! And, next month, I get to experience my first colonoscopy! Could my life be more exciting?

Thing #4: I don't actually have a fourth thing, I just dislike lists that end on uneven numbers, so....yeah.


Friday, July 05, 2019

Friday Favorites, 5th of July Edition

Yesterday, we finally, finally found ourselves on the boat, on the lake! And, when I say found ourselves, I'm speaking for myself, because, it wasn't just about location; I found my summer mojo, friends! Finally!














The sun on my skin, the wind in my hair, the lake spray on my face, all combined to remind me of who I am in the summertime, regardless of the fact that I was without one half of my offspring, and, despite the fact that Jana and Co. were unable to join us; I was still...me.

Summer hair, don't care

I have no idea if that makes sense, but, hopefully you empty nesters out there can relate.

I did really, really miss my girl (Queen B had to work and could not join us), but, she was there in spirit, and, sent along this picture of her in her holiday best, to get me through....


Once we pulled off the lake, we ventured to the Cherry Days festival being held in a community nearby. Jana, Chris, Kaley, and Grannie were there, running The Ice Box, slinging snowcones left and right. We spent a couple of hours visiting with them and checking out the other vendors before heading home and calling it a day.






Today, I got to sleep in since Day Job decided to let us all have the day off (Favorite!), then, ran into Hooterville for a pedicure...


...while I was there, Queen B texted me these pictures from another lake, where she is on a boat with friends...



...longtime readers of this blog know that Queen B lost Brandon, one of her best friends, in a drowning accident the summer between fifth and sixth grades, and, that the dragonfly became a symbol of his spirit for Queen B (as well as for me, when my Dad passed away in 2014).

Since Brandon's death, dragonflies have visited Queen B on the regular; often at times in her life when she really, really needed a sign. Today, this one followed her around the lake, flitting about her head and landing on her several times, for long stretches.

It doesn't get any better than a heavenly visit, so, I'll end with that.

My heart is full.