Snow on Pres. Day!

Got some SNOW on Pres Day!!! Which makes it feel like a real snow day from school! So today-February sucks a little less than ususal.

So I'm thinking about finishing that romance novel, coloring my hair, getting out the tweezers, running a load of whites, watching a bad foreign film, letting lil brother stay in his boxers all day, and ignoring the pots and pans piled up in the sink. Or maybe I'll exercise, or grade those essays, or foray into the boy quarters.... OR NOT!!!

A President's Day Tidbit:
Because I am born on George Washinton's b-day (2/22), my mother SERIOUSLY considered naming me GEORGEANNA. I truly feel like I dodged a bullet on the day of my birth.

V-Day

"The course of true love never did run smooth...Lord! what fools these mortals be!" from A Midsummer Night's Dream, W. Shakespeare

Ok-so I'm a sucker for Santa and Christmas. The yule season makes me gush with generosity and good will towards my fellows. Valentine's Day however, makes me want to gag. And as you know-February in general makes me grouchy. Waiting in limbo between winter and spring requires greater fortitude than clearly I have.

So this morning I stumble to the coffee pot (sounds like a Dolly Parton song) to pour my morning brew and find a red Valentines-(for me!)-and a new bottle of my happy pill prescription. And this totally tickles my sour little funny bone! I actually chuckle as I pour my left over coffee into my fav mug. So who needs diamonds and wilted flowers and mega calorie candy when a little pill and a "hey, let's keep it real" 99 cent card will do? Faux-romance is just not my thing. But surprising me at the coffee pot...I confess-my cold heart melted a little.

And for the record-I'm feeling the love in the depressing month of February!

No-Go

Ok-so Mr B went on the record and said-NO-I am not getting a flat screen tv for my birthday. Which makes me a little nervous since I'm in mortal fear of gym memberships and the Wii fitness program. Back to the drawing board...

Broheim

broheim: a kinsman, brethren, a friend or a brother as such

This has been a difficult week for our family. Big kid's best friend's mother passed away suddenly from cancer. And the grief has been deep and dark. Sandie was a vibrant and lovely wife, mother, daughter, and sister. And her loss is felt deeply by so many. It is not easy to bear witness to the pain and suffering and loss of others and to stand in that barren place with them. And as hard as it has been, I am proud of big kid who has been there for his friend at ground zero. Unfortunately it's these very moments that shape us and mold our humanity and compassion. As I watch big kid walk this path with his friend, I have assurance that this painful loss is forging the spirit of "broheim" and fraternity between these 11 year old boys. And one day they will be better men because of it.

Pretty Sure

I think I've finally gotten it figured out. Mr B is getting me a flat screen tv for my b-day gift. However, he isn't willing to lay his cards on the table and confess yet-although he keeps pressuring me to reveal my response to said gift. And I won't discuss it until he confirms it. So right now we're at a gift stale-mate. To keep me off the scent of my prey, he keeps throwing red herrings at me (which I'm ignoring). He keeps telling me what a good deal he's gotten on a Wii-fit from this random guy on Craig's List. And I refuse to believe that I could marry someone so stupid. So the guessing game continues...But I KNOW that I'm right... I will confirm my hunch on the Feb 22nd. Stay tuned...

Story Time with Big Kid

Big kid went around the neighborhood this afternoon selling Boy Scout popcorn. So he comes home and gives us this sales report:

"So I knock on this door and this sweaty man answers the door. I ask him if he wants to buy popcorn and he says to me, "Well, I just bought a shitload from the Girl Scouts, so I'll have to go dig in my car for some money. And sweaty dude actually digs out $10 worth of quarters from his car."

Big kid is pretty impressed by this (as am I) as well as pretty amused that a grown up would say "shitload" and "girl scouts" in the same sentence (as am I). But you know those girl scouts are ruthless. They're like a colony of killer ants on a water buffalo. Slim pickins in the neighborhood once they're done with it...

And for the record, I bought a "shitload" too many girl scout cookies myself. Feelin' sweaty dude's pain.

Newbie

New blog I'm checking out...see what you think. I'm intrigued...not too sure about Mr Blue though. At least the writer is on to him too...

http://sexandtheuppereastside.blogspot.com/