May 25th will be one year since J5 and I reconnected. In anticipation of this glorious event, I made a lil vid. We’re pretty fabulous, don’t you think?
…And I did this earlier, which was a hoot. I’m one smart cookie.
I’m only home for a few hours, really,
so here’s a video to tide you over. I’ll be at Disney with my parents if you need me. Which I’m sure you do.
And Happy Birthday to my Abby. OH gosh. 11 years ago I was 180 lbs, bent over the bathtub washing my hair, because I was in labor and wanted to look good at the hospital. Funny.
Junk food friday gone awry
So let’s recap a little. It’s been a rough couple of days. I might not have detailed it all.
- Yesterday was Take Your Child to Work Day. So the BethyEx took both girls to the office with him.
- BethyGirl1 started running a fever, so she slept on the floor of BethyEx’s office til I could get there.
- …which kept her from going to school today
- …which in turn, made me postpone BethyGirl1’s 11th birthday party to next Saturday, instead of tomorrow.
yeah, I know, bad luck, huh? I’m not sure I can wait a full week for the hubbub. It’s going to be the most spectacular bowling party evah. You know it.
So, BethyGirl1 is a bit bummed about missing her party, although she understands. We played Mancala all day to make up for it. I love that game, so addictive.
We go to pick BethyGirl2 up from school, pick up Icees and candy bars (junk food Friday), and go home to prep for, yes, you guessed it, soccer! I had gotten an email from the coach that the game was at a different field today, in Winter Park (see map below)… so I, like the fabulous and uber-prepared mother that I am, printed up a map detailing how I was to get there. Easy, right? no.
Look at this map. Really look at it.
See all those roads? I drove on every frickin one of them. Every one. And could not find a huge, several acre tract of land that had 8 year old soccer players on it. I drove around for 45 minutes, searching for a little black and white ball, or even, heck, a solitary ponytail blowing in the wind. I would have been ecstatic. But nothing. Irritated to high heaven, I was. At the coach, for having the game at some weird random not-our-usual field, at myself, for neglecting to put the coach’s phone number in my phone, at the bethyex for being at some church meeting instead of watching his daughter play soccer. So I’m doing the standard inner fuming, when I hear, from the back seat,
“I wish the world wouldn’t always jump on top of us…”
At that point, I stopped. We were 25 minutes late for the game. She might not even get to play.
So I put some Cyndi Lauper in the cd player, turned it up, found I-4, and we went out to dinner. And then came home and played Mancala some more. And we all felt better.
I don’t want to forget, ever, that sometimes my 8 year old girl, whose mommy and daddy just got divorced, and who just moved away from all of her friends, sometimes feels like the world is jumping on top of her.
3 am forced poetry. fun!
Ok, I really really should be sleeping right now, but I just had to wander over to el bloggo to see if anything interesting had happened while I was chatting with TheFive. And of course, I get greeted with this, from Sindy:
“Ok, I think someone has it out for me! Laura, the awesome mommy in charge of Twinfinite Chaos has decided it’s time for me to write a poem. Doesn’t she know I have always sucked at poetry? It’s a doggone good thing it has to start with “Roses are red”; because even if it didn’t that’s what you’d get! With that as the mandatory first line I won’t look nearly as lame
Roses are red.
My eyes are blue
I should be in bed.
And you should too!Painful. So painful I am going to pass the pain along. Misery loves company, right? That means, it’s your turn … Bethy, Sherrie, and Jo.”
So here goes, and oddly enough, it ended up rhyming.
Roses are red,
or so they say,
but do you ever wonder
how they got that way?
Was it the flush of love
from a random weed
or increased blood flow
from producing a seed?
Perhaps an abrasion
from a passer-by
or an allergic reaction
to the feet of a fly.
It may sound quite silly,
but think in your head.
What happened to that rose
to make it so red?
So of course, I have to tag some other folks. For kicks, how about Dave, Cadberry, and TheFirm. J5, I didn’t tag you officially, but feel free to jump in and sing my praises.
xoxo
and here’s the hair…
Running late..
Gah! I just registered to take the Florida Teacher Certification Exam on May 18th.
at 8:00 am.
They’re taking my picture before the test. I’ll have puffy morning face. Dangit.
I’m skeered!
Off to get my hair done; pics later, perhaps.
xoxo
First runner up
Hi there.
So, I’m lazy today, and have stuff that I want to write about. Mostly concerning Miss Americas who are busy fighting crime. However, I honestly don’t have the energy to whip my brain cells into shape.
You get a slideshow instead.
🙂
Uh oh.
So I was surfing blogs this morning, in my 12-hour-disney-shift-plus-two-hour-ihop-shift stupor, and I made some lovely discoveries. One is A Yoga Coffee Outlook, which led me to ~
Now, it’s not like I haven’t heard the saying before, but every time I read it, it’s like a mental reminder NOT to get in too deep. I live in fear (okay, i’m not exactly ‘living in fear, but you get what I’m saying….) of being the one who cares more, of being the little dog who runs around saying, “pay attention to me! pay attention to me!” Guess I did that for a long time, and I’m on the lookout for old habits.
Now I seem to be in a cycle of:
- love love swoon
- feel nice and comfy
- overthink
- worry about being a Clingy Girl
- try to make a conscious effort to step back
- flunk out of Stepping Back
- decide that it’s silly to play games, and I’d rather give in to LoveLoveSwoon and ComfyFeelings, regardless of the possibility of future hurt
- repeat
Wow. I just wrote that out. I feel slightly neurotic. Please please please someone tell me that I’m not the only woman who does this.
Poor JohnnyFive. Your favorite female has issues.
I think I’ll go to work now, and consider tearing down this entire post. Sometimes I reveal too much of TheBethyBrain.
Smooch.
Woot!
I don’t usually do these sorts of things, but really, how could I go on not knowing what kind of sexy girl I am?
Plus, I’m on my second glass of wine, and I’ll post anything at this point, really.
It’s Miss Bad Girl’s fault.
You Are Fun Sexy |
 You’re funny, quirky, cute, and sassy.Guys always have a great time with you, and that alone is sexy. You’ve got an upbeat, optimistic spirit that totally shines through. Any guy would be crazy to turn you down! |
Saturdays. yay.
Ok, so I’m off to a Build-a-Bear Birthday Party (say that 5 times fast) and then home to take a nap. I’m preparing for a short but late shift tonight working for The Mouse. It’s Grad Nite, a basically-all-nite party for Florida high school seniors. I get to dress up in my lovely Adventureland costume, (complete with red MC Hammer, aka Agrahammer, pants) listen to music, and police a bunch of 17 & 18 year olds. And believe it or not, I’m pretty excited about it. Shouldn’t be too much traffic where I am, so I anticipate a lot of cast member goof offness. Last night Mickey rode Aladdin’s Magic Carpets. I’m hoping he makes another visit tonight. Fun fun. I’ll be working at least til 2:30am (sigh) and possibly 4:30 if I can convince them to let me stay and get paid for a few more hours.
Then up in the morning to go to mass, because, apparently, the good catholic girl in me is starting to reappear.
…and if I don’t get off the computer right this second, I’m going to be late for bear building. You guys be safe out there on the information superhighway. Smooches to you, and happy shooting.
Sha-pow! 
