I will feed you with rub downs

"We need to go online, find coupons, print 'em out, and make a frickin' GAME out of it."

-My mother

Dinnertime at our house has become something to look forward to. With the addition of 2 cousins, we actually eat at the dinner table. Cooking responsibilities have been split up between Nicole and I- Mondays and Tuesdays, she makes a meal, Wednesdays and Fridays are mine. Mother Margie can cook whenever she darn well feels like it, because she is The Mayor. 

Last Friday, I forgot. It was my night for dinner, and I had taken Bella to Chuck E. Cheese's instead....so, I fed two of us, but failed to feed my mother. What. A. Heel. Ugh. Sometimes, I wish I could reverse and do everything properly, but I can't. In an effort to make her love me again*, I suggested some mother/daughter time in the form of massages at this small place I had visited with my main squeeze. We went, and laid down with community blankets spread over us, and got our bodies pummeled into boneless blobs. I thoroughly enjoyed myself, and asked my mom, "So, what did you think?" (with a blissful smile on my face). My mom said, "Meh. I thought the place Bev took me for a massage was better."

Sigh. Oh, mother.

*My mother loves me. I get it. Any self deprecation is for story telling purposes only.

Things I love right now

*Book suggestions

*My new background
*Sunshine
*Sam Cooke

*Sharing my brain with someone who likes it

*Reading in bed
*Coca Cola 

*Fridays and Saturdays 

*Empty kitchen sinks 

*Emails 

*Pen and paper, either to scribble or write

*Motown

*Being squeezed

New Goal

One blog post per day.

They may not always be much, but I'm going to write every single day. 

Ever since I have been out of the coaching world, I have noticed a drastic decline in my creativity. I never realized how much putting together routines or making up stunts or even rearranging the cheer room kept me even keeled. Out of my brain and into the world, Ideas.

Speaking of OGHS Cheer, I will be attending their CCS basketball game tonight. I'll be there with the fellow who bought me these for Valentine's Day:

You'll hear more about him later. He's the best.

Very half inspired

I cleaned my voicemail inbox today. There were 37 messages. All full up. Nobody has been able to leave a new message in months. For some reason, listening to voicemails as they come in is such a chore for me. Which is stupid, but there ya go. It has been so long since I have signed into my voicemail that I forgot which number to press to delete, so I had to listen to the whole first message to get to the options. It was from someone I used to spend a lot of time with, but who no longer fits in my life. Strange. Deleted.

A few messages were from a machine. Probably someone wanting the money I said I would pay. That's usually what "personal business matter" means. It's synonymous with "gimme those dollars, chumpenheimer." I'll get to it. I swear.

My favorite messages were from my best buds. I had 3 singing voicemails. 2 from Jess and 1 from Jenny. Jessica's voicemails are particularly artistic. Now that there is room in my mailbox, perhaps she will leave more for Nessacita. This is one song she sang to me:



Maybe I will call Jess today to sing to her.....mostly, though, she just says, "That hurts my ears."

It is morning time!

I have to leave for work in about 10 minutes.....currently, I am listening to Nicole ask Isabella, "Pants or a skirt?" to which Bella replies with a  loud, goose-honk type of noise. Must be some type of game, because it's happened like 50 times, and still, every time Bella honks like a weirdo, I laugh out loud. LOL, for anyone not hip to the lingo.

Speaking of not being hip to the lingo, Mother Margie has gotten a facebook. I am not saying anything about my opinion on that. My favorite thing she has done so far is tell Priscilla, "Thank you for noticing me on facebook."  Mothers: Infuriating and adorable.

Here is a picture of Molly being adorable:

Good morning!!!

What I love about Mondays

Here are the things that make Mondays good for me:

My lunch crowd at work. Nice people. They might be my homies (they don't know we are homies).

The cafe' across the street from The Caravan being open, full of wonderful yummies for me to eat.

Perhaps receiving a phone call from Jessica Epson on her drive home.

And that's just what makes MONDAYS good. I got a whole lotta wonderfulness that makes every day spectacular as well. Lucky ducky.

My hair will never do this

But it sure is pretty to me.

Little Fire

Some nights, I can't sleep....and I know its okay, and that night time is just hard every once in a while, but I have to remind myself of the beautiful things in my life while I'm at it.

My friend, come stand beside me

Lately, I'm feeling so lost

A flood came and washed the stones of the path away

And a hot sun turned the mud to dust



Calling the sheep in for the evening

There's a voice, calls above the howling wind

It says comes rest beside my little fire

We'll ride out the storm that's coming in



My friend, you know me and my family

You've seen us wandering through these times

You've seen us in weakness and in power

You've seen us forgetful and unkind



All that I want is one who knows me

A kind hand on my face when I weep

And I'd give back these things I know are meaningless

For a little fire beside me when I sleep



All that I want is one who knows me

A kind hand on my face when I weep

And I'd give back these things I know are meaningless

For a little fire beside me when I sleep

Caravan Love

A feeling I got this morning implored me to take my make up bag to work. I don't usually take my make up anywhere unless I'm spending the night, and usually not even then, really. I don't ignore the feelings, though. The morning my Uncle Sam took his last ride, I woke up with a heavy feeling in my heart. I was frantic, and something told me to get up, get ready, be prepared to be out and about. I couldn't hesitate, even though I hadn't planned on being in any particular place that morning. A short time after putting my shoes on, my mom called me and asked me to go straight to Uncle Sam's and see if he was there.....we had gotten a strange call, and she was wondering if his bike was gone. It was, and so was he. I was ready to go to family.

This morning at work,  I got a call from my manager, who you might recognize from her other roles in my life, such as: cousin. Our boss, the owner, George, had passed away at 11:00 am. It wasn't sudden, but it still smarts, and my heart is broken for the co-workers I am still learning who are so devoted to such a boss. My mascara needed re-applying after dealing with those feelings. What strikes me the most about where I work is the bond between those who spend their time there. It is a special thing. George will be missed. He was a great man, and he fostered the atmosphere of the place so many people call their home away from home.

To quote The Caravan's official words:

Next beer or cocktail you have, where ever you might be, please raise your glass and look to the sky and smile for George. RIP George. It's been a pleasure, my dear friend.

The post that saved Saturday morning

As I type, Priscilla is sleeping, the dogs are worried about something and Rico is installing our new garage door opener. What a day, and not even 10 am!

Still not feeling top notch. Do you want me to whine about that some more? Because I can. Maybe I should go to this gym and get the sickies worked out of me, and perhaps get some knitting done as well:


Got that from Jezebel.com. Don't visit if you are not a foul mouthed feminist.