After I got divorced, three of my girlfriends also got divorced, and we hung out and created our own “eligible bachelor list”. Well, either my demeanor really is that high-maintenance or my list is too demanding, because all three of them are now re-married AND they are all pregnant (one pregnant with twins)! Now we all know that I’m not re-married, and with all the cramps and PMS’ing I’m experiencing right now, I can accurately predict that I’m not pregnant.
I was surfing my friend Lizabeth’s website, and see that one of her clients was Caprice Crane (I read Caprice’s book, Stupid and Contagious a couple of months ago, good book). Anyhoo, I learned Caprice is the daughter of Tina Louise (Ginger on Gilligans Island). Interesting.
Before I read that book, I started to read Do I Need to Slap You?, but realized I wasn’t in the mood for a beating, so moved on. Then I realized that the author of that book, Michele Hickford, was the same Michele from Muleos.com that sent me some free shoe straps to review on my Shoeaholics Anonymous website. Small world.
What I’m Listening to on iTunes: “Face Down” by The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus I first heard this song when a classmate of my daughters sang this song at the 6th grade talent show. I was impressed with his singing and have loved the song ever since. His dad is also a musician and sang “Closing Time” by Semisonic the night I met my boyfriend, Patrick. And no, he didn’t take me home. That night anyway.
I just finished reading Stephanie Klein’s book. She even created a list of “the perfect man for me” similar to my specifications. I liked her list so much, I decided to steal this point of hers and add it to my list.. Hearty sexual appetite, but not so much so that he is willing to stray. Obviously her and I both have experienced similar calamity.
My lawn is near complete. Retaining walls are done. Sprinklers are in. Bushes are planted. Rock Garden is set. The price of sod has more than doubled since last year, so cheapstake me opted for seed. Everyone is entitled to their opinion, and obviously the consensus is that I should have sprang for sod. Hopefully this grows fine, so they can’t all say “told ya so.” Next up, I’ll need a new lawn mower. I’m gonna leave my POS-mower at my dad’s for the kids to use to mow his lawn.
Everything was done just in time for my sister’s graduation last weekend, and the graduation party was held here. I think I need a maid. Cleaning four bathrooms is not the funnest (yes, I know funnest is not a real word, but it’s my blog). And once school is out tomorrow for the summer, I think I’m gonna need a nanny. Why can’t I live somewhere with year-round school?
Is it true that if you put an American Flag in your front yard that Jehovah’s Witnesses won’t knock at your door? I ask cuz one woke me up from a nice nap yesterday morning by ringing the doorbell. And I thought they only went out “calling” on Saturdays? I’m all for freedom of press/speech/religion/yadda yadda, just don’t try to convert me.
Why was I napping? Cuz I can. I work from home. And my youngest daughter was up most of the night puking her guts out. Thirteen times. She kept count. Poor thing had to miss her third grade field trip to the Henry Doorly Zoo. Oh, and she donated her hair to Locks of Love, too.
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