I am so excited about all the comments and suggestions from yesterday’s post. Mainly because it confirms my suspicions that more than a few of y’all would have been lining up to check out some books from the library in my closet. Not to mention that you brought up a few books I had completely forgotten about such as “The Westing Game” and “From the Mixed-up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler”.
Frankly, it made me nostalgic for the fourth grade and not just because I was a huge fan of the Bammel Elementary Cafeteria’s chicken fried steak.
And for those of you who thought I was even remotely serious about shutting down the blog, let me assure you that you have underestimated my level of addiction. I wasn’t kidding when I said I’d just make stuff up, so if all of a sudden my posts start to highlight my weekly lunches with Heidi Klum or Tina Fey, there’s a good chance they might be loosely based on the truth.
The truth being that I had lunch with Gulley. Or my sister.
But in the interest of complete truthfulness and transparency, here is what we did yesterday.
We woke up around 8:15, which sounds great except for the fact that when you factor in the work of Satan on the American timetable, it was really just 7:15.
And I hadn’t slept very well to begin with because, apparently, there was a very frightened skunk outside our bedroom windows last night.
After a delightful breakfast consisting of Frosted Mini-Wheats for me and 1/4 granola bar for Caroline, it was time to get ready for gymnastics. I wrangled Caroline into her leotard and then brushed her hair back into a ponytail while she launched into a dramatic, three-part monologue detailing the agony of having someone at your beck and call to groom you each morning.
To sum it up, her life is very hard and she will die at the hands of me and Goody hair accessories.
We arrived at gymnastics just in time, and she went in to hone her flying trapeze act while I visited with the other mamas in the front room. The main topic of discussion was summer activity plans and weighing the merits of art class vs. gymnastics vs. watching three consecutive hours of “Charlie and Lola” while slowly becoming an idiot.
We also counseled one woman, who is fairly new to the area, on the importance of joining the neighborhood pool because, other than the fact that it requires donning swimwear, it is hands down the best money we spend all year.
And I’m including food and air-conditioning in that equation.
Although by August my word for the pool will be HATE. It’s at this point that the high school employees all become a tad surly and the chicken fingers and quesadillas all start to taste exactly alike. Plus they run out of the cookies and cream ice cream sandwiches.
Anyway, after gymnastics we went to Gulley’s house to play. Jackson had early dismissal from Kindergarten so we picked up food from McDonald’s which, by the way, is still featuring those lame Spiderwick toys.
The kids spent the afternoon racing back and forth across Gulley’s backyard with her industrial-sized garbage cans because why would any child want to play with the hundreds of dollars worth of outdoor toys and a trampoline when there are nasty, outdoor garbage cans to play with and a barbecue pit to climb on?
Finally, we headed back to the house where I planned a delicious meal for P by looking up the online menu for a place called “Podna’s” that I’ve been wanting to try. And in spite of the fact that I am generally not a fan of any establishment that attempts to spell their name phonetically, they reeled me in because they serve fried catfish and cajun-type food. We got the fried catfish and a shrimp po-boy.
MEH.
It wasn’t bad and it wasn’t good. It was food. Although in the favorable category I will say that at least a dozen and a half shrimp were killed in the making of my po-boy and the bread was delightful.
I put Caroline to bed and hit play on the DVR so we could watch “American Idol”. I already loved Jason Castro, but now that I know he’s an Aggie and he whooped on national television, he will have my unwavering support. Plus, love the whole laid back guitar thing he has going on. Also, I would buy anything that Brook White ever sings. Ever.
I would also buy any hair product she ever uses because she has some seriously good hair going on.
And that was my day. No frills and with some slight exaggeration.
I completely understand if it makes you want to peruse my card catalog and see if you can come up with something more interesting to read.
May I suggest The Little House on the Prairie series? It’s very popular.