Wednesday, May 28, 2008

Moving Mindy

OMG!!!! And this time I mean "OH, MY, GOD"! I arrived in New Orleans this morning to help Mindy settle into her new apartment. Why the hell did I agree to this?? You can't imagine what I am facing. I'm so overwhelmed that I am already taking a break after only 1/2 hour of moving stuff around. Of course, Mindy had to run off to a work meeting. I'm going to take a nap. I'll keep you posted.....

Sunday, May 18, 2008


Oh My Gosh! I had the BEST dream! I was dating Jerry Seinfeld. He was hilarious. I was charming and witty. He thought I was a riot. I kept thinking, "doesn't he notice that I'm fat"? At one point, we were standing in a store waiting to be waited on. He drew me close and held me. We started to sway. I followed his lead. We started to move. I asked, "are we dancing?" He said, "yes, the box step." I howled, then I woke up. Move over David.

Maybe tonight I can date Ellen.

Saturday, May 17, 2008

Just Another Day in Paradise

Okay, here's how it went down.

We have friends that bought a farm in Duck River, TN. So, we decided last night that we would "take a ride" in the country and surprise them. I had been there a month or so ago for a girls scrapbook retreat, but Butch hadn't. I Mapquested it since I knew I would never be able to find it again.

Butch wanted to drive his '93 Corvette, so we took off. We did a couple of errands first, but it was about 10:00 when we got on the road. We're driving along, enjoying the beautiful countryside on the Natchez Trace Parkway, and actually talking---having a really nice time just being together. I was feeling all warm and loving, like, "oh, just like the good old days, hanging out together and having fun". The farm is an hour and fifteen minutes away. It was a little chilly, so we didn't have the top down. However, Butch had his window open. I asked him to close it since it was noisy and blowing me to bits. I said if we couldn't have the top down, it was stupid to have the window open. He must have been having a good time too, because he just rolled it up without a word.

We finally reached the road our friends farm is on and Butch said, "you've got to be kidding me! You never said anything about a dirt, gravel road. There's no way I'm taking my car down that road". To which I responded, "hello, farm, country---what would you expect? And besides, even though I was just here a month or so ago, I have no recollection of the dirt road, so obviously, it didn't spit rocks up onto my car". A little more grumbling and he turned down the road. I looked at his digital speedometer, we were going 4 miles per hour. I could have walked along side the car faster! After a bit, we came upon a speed limit sign of 30. He said, "there's no way in hell you can do 30 on this road". To which I responded, "well, if it says 30, then I probably did 30 with my car and didn't notice any rocks hitting me". He ignored me. Maybe we went about a half mile and came to a very steep hill. He stopped and said, "no way"! And then, "how can you not remember this road from just a month or so ago" Having no defense to that, I didn't say anything. (To myself, I was thinking, I was busy gabbing with my girlfriends). At this point, he turned around and headed back to Nashville---in a different direction. I had taken this direction with my friends when we were returning, so was familiar with this route. However, a few miles down the road, Butch saw a sign for I-40 and decided that would be faster. Little did he know that I-40 was about 30 miles down that road. By this time, I'm not happy. I'm thinking, "here I was having such a nice time and now he's ruined it". I'd been giving him the silent treatment since we turned around which is stupid because he never, ever, realizes I'm giving him the silent treatment.* Since he's a man of few words, he doesn't talk enough for me to make it clear that I'm NOT talking to him. I decided to take a nap. We finally reached the interstate and had to be closer to Memphis than Nashville. After my nap, Butch asked me where I'd like to have lunch---just like everything is hunky dorry. I replied curtly, "I don't care". He suggested a few places, I again said, "I don't care, you pick"! We ended up at Cracker Barrel. I couldn't stand the silent treatment any longer which is how it always ends, I can't outlast him. I finally had to say something really smart alecky, "so, we just about were in Memphis, huh"? He said, "yeah, I thought I'd take you to see Elvis. I had no idea the highway was so far. Oh well, at least I gave the Corvette a good run even if it did cost $15 in gas". "More like $25", I said---I know how to get to him!

We ended up having a nice lunch and conversation. It's amazing how food can make me perk up and brighten the lousiest mood. On the way home I asked him what other restrictions were there for taking the car out. I already knew the rule about parking 3 miles from your destination so that no other car can possibly "ding" you. He just smiled as we pulled in the driveway at 1:30!

I must admit, I love the guy. Luckily, I'm used to him after all these years. Just another day in paradise.

*A side note: I learned years ago that the silent treatment didn't work. We were coming back from a family vacation in central Missouri. I wanted a huge rock from the side of the road for my garden. Butch didn't want to stop. I didn't see what the problem was as the rock was FREE. Anyway, I didn't speak to him for the next 4 hours. When we got home he asked what we wanted to do about dinner. Again I was curt in my reply. He said, all bewildered, "what, are you mad at me"? Duhh. He still didn't get it when a month later, he gave me a 7 carat diamond tennis bracelet for our anniversary (which I lost years later while stumbling around the French Quarter in a drunken stupor---ahhh, that's another story). I started to cry---he thought from happiness---but I was hurt and upset. I told him all I wanted was the rock! Christmas that year, he handed me gift bag that weighed a ton. I immediately started crying. He said, "what"? I sobbed, "it's my rock---you remembered"! He said, "oh you and that damn rock"! It was knobs for my kitchen cabinets. What a romantic.

Tuesday, May 13, 2008

Another Unbelievable Kid!

I saw this little girl on Oprah. She isn't even two. The video is long, but you will get the idea in just a couple of minutes.

Here are a few more really talented kids (I wish I could figure out how to make them clickable from here):

3 yr. old drummer:

Monday, May 12, 2008

Mindy's Life Plans

Mindy has decided that she wants to stay in New Orleans. She's still at Emeril's flagship restaurant and the base for his "empire". She would like to work with them on the corporate level and has told the HR "guy" that she'd go to any of their offices---Miami, Las Vegas or Atlanta (I'll keep my fingers crossed for Atlanta). In the meantime, she's making decent money and is eligible for health benefits. She's doing a lot of babysitting to supplement her income too.

I hate that her "need to work to support herself" interferes with our family plans. She's had to cancel for our trip to Indy over Memorial weekend. Butch says that I'm a hard woman. Sure, I'll admit---I'd love to say "okay Mindy, come with us for our family "stuff" and I'll pay you what you would have made working". As much as I might like to do that, it wouldn't be good for her---plus, I doubt her employer would be happy with that arrangement. At least she will be with us on our family vacation in July. Luckily, I can get my Mindy "fix" by iChatting!

I guess I'll just have to go down there to see her now and then. Anyone want to go with me?

Wednesday, May 7, 2008

This Past Weekend

A few years ago, we started going on a golf/scrapbooking weekend with friends. We go in the spring and the fall. Weekends of non-stop scrapbooking is how I get it done! Here are a couple pages:

Tuesday, May 6, 2008

My First 3-Way

At the age of 56, I just had my first 3-way! Mindy called and had Steph on the other line (okay, what were you thinking?). They had a proposition for me. New Kids on the Block are reuniting in the fall for a tour. The closest they will be to us is Chicago. Unfortunately, that's when we'll be gone on our Italy trip. I checked the schedule and couldn't believe how few dates they have set. I guess they are going to see how it goes first.

Check out the scrapbook layout I just did this weekend---detailing the story of our camping out for tickets. I'll be posting more layouts tomorrow.