It was a fantastic weekend; hot, humid, busy and for the most part--fun. Friday was, as usual, a fucking fiasco but there's no avoiding it...So Saturday was a great day to go up to White Flower Farm and wander through the greenhouses. Gardening has become my passion...I'm desperate to grow gorgeous flowers and watch my shrubs and creeping phlox thrive. I love getting my hands dirty and helping to create new life and beauty in this world...Even if it is only in my yard:) So I took my girls with me in the hopes that they'd enjoy themselves. Sigh. Sometimes I just need to stop and pull my head outta my ass...How could I have assumed that my daughters could go ANYWHERE without arguing??? We could be anywhere from the Eiffel Tower to the pearly gates of heaven and they'd still find something to piss and moan about! Aaargh! It's so frustrating because my only intention is to have fun and enjoy the day with them, not be a friggin' referee! I swear I should just walk around with a fucking scoreboard around my neck!
So I still managed to grab a pretty shrub and a few hostas while Sage & Savannah raided the cookies and lemonade in the store...Hey, whatever it takes!
Afterward, we managed a peaceful walk around the boardwalk in Litchfield...Love that place, it holds so many special memories for me.
Soooo, Saturday night started out with planting said shrubs and drinking a beer, compliments of friend/nieghbor/cousin Jen;) who found me sweating and up to my elbows in dirt! Twenty minutes later it was a literal block party at the end of our road...I still can't figure that one out, but it was fantastic! The street was filled with all of our kids running around, filthy, laughing, free for the moment, and why don't I ever have my damn camera ready??? The men were manning the grill while others started a fire for smores....Or for burning Christmas trees. Why are guys such pyros?? Lol...And us girls, since we're good for nothing but standing around looking pretty, we drank our cocktails and beer...Oh, good times.
Life is too short not to grab these moments by the balls.
So for every pair of shoes I've tripped over in the dark, I'm grateful that their owner is alive and well and I love them no matter how much they frustrate me.
For all my bitching about the inevitable gray hairs that I find; well, honey I'm grateful there's hair dye cuz I'll be needing it real soon;)
Also I must say (as this came up during booze fueled conversation Saturday night) that I am so grateful that I haven't changed much over the last decade. Not to say I couldn't lose a few (ok more than a few) pounds, but overall I'm still recognizable!! I know that sounds gay as hell, but I look good, my hair rules and when I look at pics of myself ten years ago I only notice subtle changes, nothing too drastic. I've seen some people on Facebook that I went to school with and some look great and there are others that got fat, went bald, or totally let themselves go! I wouldn't have known who the hell they were if they hadn't listed their names! I fall somewhere in the middle of these guys- Lol...
Well, maybe I'm just kidding myself. If that's the case then just let me keep on living in my vane fantasy world!! Fuck it....
I could sit here drinking one cup of coffee after another...write about my very average married with children life, but I have to go back to work at my VERY below average, shitty fucking job...Until I figure out what I really want to do. Maybe I'll just get a tummy tuck and go work at Hooters;)
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