Keeping Busy

As I cleaned the house earlier today, ideas for blog posts were bouncing all over the place inside my head.  I told myself to start carrying around the little notebook that I keep in my purse for moments such as these.  Why is it that we never have the things we need ON OUR PERSON when they are most needed?  Anyway, while I sit here trying to remember what some of those profound essays were, I will give you these recent events and thoughts.

I was so excited all week with the thought of playing Kickball this afternoon.  Sure, the City Boy wouldn’t be able to make it, but I was still looking forward to a new experience with a familiar game.  Going to bed last night, I was thinking and hoping that I could kick hard and far … far enough to at least make it to first base without being thrown out.  It’s been awhile since I’ve played an actual sport.

The City Boy let me sleep in this morning — he is absolutely phenomenal that way — but he woke me just before leaving for work.  I told him I was looking forward to the game and he suggested that once the game was over that I meet him near the office so we could have lunch together.  We’ve never done that before … have lunch close to HIS work.  And I was looking forward to at least seeing him for a LITTLE while at a time when the sun was still in the sky for once.

Fully rested and looking forward to my day, I went downstairs to get my day going.  The first piece of business I tend to each morning, is checking emails and texts that I may have received overnight.  “Oh, a voicemail!  I wonder who this is”, I thought.  I saw that it was my friend Darleen who organized the kickball game.   She called around 8am, so I instantly had this small fear that the game had been cancelled.  I listened to the message … her tone of voice was very cross.  She was scolding me!  Wondering where the hell I was! 

At 8 in the morning?  I was confused.  I listened a little longer, and finally figured it out. 

THE GAME STARTED AT 8 … AM!?  Who the hell plays kickball at 8am on a Saturday morning?  So, I texted her my apologies for getting the times mixed up, but I must say – I don’t feel entirely responsible for this blunder.  Perhaps I just ASSUMED the game started at 1, but that is probably because that is the only time that would MAKE SENSE to play Kickball?!?  Perhaps?


I just watched “My Sister’s Keeper” on pay-per-view.  Great movie, but I do have a few quick tips that will make your viewing experience a little better.  I wish someone had warned me of the following: #1) Do NOT watch it alone.  I’ve never felt so “alone” in my entire life watching that movie solo.  #2) Yes, there is a scene in the movie when Cameron Diaz shaves her head to show solidarity with her cancer-ridden daughter.  I applaud that concept, however please don’t try to calculate at what point in the girl’s life this takes place, because in every other single scene of the movie, Cameron is sporting the long hairstyle … by my estimation it would have taken at least 2 years to grow her hair back out to that length, but I don’t think the timeline of the movie is 100% accurate.  So, just do yourself the favor of NOT over thinking it. #3) Tissues!  I don’t care if you are a crier or not — typically, I don’t cry at movies very often.  But this one will make you cry, A LOT, and basically through the whole film.

I loved the movie, though.  You know how movies can sometimes make a terminal disease almost seem like fun?  Like the person who has the disease is so “at peace” with dying that it almost has no effect on the people in their lives?  Well, this movie seems much more honest than that.  It will make you think about parental love and decisions, and about family, and about the significance of life in general.  And you will laugh, and you will relate to probably everyone in the movie.  It’s good.

And one of my favorite parts of the movie? It is family friendly.  I know, this makes me sound like the Church Lady but it really irritates me that even KID’S movies nowadays are trashy in some way or another.  This, just wasn’t.  And at the exact same time, it wasn’t candy-coated.  It’s like a testament to the fact that a movie doesn’t have to be vulgar in some way to be ‘real’ or ‘edgy’.  I don’t know … I just really respect that.


Speed Bumps!  We live in a golf community.  So, as a result there are speed bumps throughout the entire 1.5 miles it takes to wind back to my house.  Usually traffic is pretty light, so I only have to worry about myself driving over these monsters.  I know how fast I can drive over each one without wasting a.) my brakes and b.) my time.  I’ve developed a system, and it works very well.  However, there are some people who come to a complete stop before every single speed bump, and I have to wonder what the hell is WRONG WITH THESE PEOPLE?!? 

This past week, I just finally had enough of sllloowwlllyyy following these chumps.  But now, the gloves are off Baby!  I pass those jerks faster than you can say “check your blind spot”.


So, anyway, that has been my day in a nutshell.  Now here it is 8 o’clock and I’ve got another 2.5 hours before the City Boy walks through the door.  He’s going to be so surprised and happy when he sees the bottle of wine on the counter.  He is a bit of a wino.  And I’m happy to sit and watch him drink it.  I can’t explain it, but I don’t think I’ve had any alcohol since my brother’s wedding last month.  I just … don’t want to.

And with that, members of my family are simultaneously hanging their heads in shame. 


Alright, I’m outta here for the night.  I think I’ve got some receipt filing to keep me busy for a while (did I really just say that at 8 o’clock on a Saturday night?  Right after I said I don’t feel like drinking alcohol?  Right after I said I like wholesome family movies?  Who the hell AM I lately?)

Ooh, the Grinch is on!!  Woo hoo!


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