Happy Mother’s Day to all the fine moms in Skipah Land today, I hope you had a wonderful time with your children and families and the kids and spouses let you enjoy “your” day. I’ve already wished my mother a Happy Mother’s Day but since she is my biggest fan I’ll wish her a Happy Mother’s Day right here on the blog. Love you mom, thank you for sticking by me I know the past year hasn’t been the easiest on you or me, but I’m still here and still fighting and hopefully this nightmare goes away very soon!
All kinds of adventures for me this week, a quick walk for my daily dose of the liquid nectar yesterday morning turned into an impromptu four mile jaunt that concluded with a trip to…….Wal-Mart! Wal-Mart on a Saturday on Mother’s Day eve is exactly like you would expect it to be. At least it was early enough in the day that that I didn’t have to get the full Walmartians experience, I think I only saw one kid get the shit beat out of him, two attempts at shoplifting, and one very irate customer who was pissed something wrung up .40 cents more than what she was expecting. By the way this was just in the self-checkout line. Wal-Mart entertaining the masses for years!
Why was I at Wal-Mart? I had to get a gift for my little tomato headed buddy (red head) and a couple of ingredients to make my world famous brownie bundt cake for his first communion party that I was attending. I asked Sloane’s mother if I could take her Sloane, but they weren’t going to be home in time (so she says) for me to take her so I went at it alone. The brownie cake was a dessert fail as for the second time in two weeks it didn’t come out of the mold properly. I was able to at least salvage it and make “brownie bites” the red icing was in honor of his red head. I’m cool like that. I did set a personal record for most F bombs released in a thirty second span after yet another cake disaster.
This turned into this!
Was supposed to look like this!
The party itself was a good time and I got in some excellent “farmer’s tan” time. My arms and legs now look like something Adonis would be jealous of. I should have brought my swim trunks but I didn’t want to scare the little children away and have all the adults upgrading their sunglasses to the darkest hue possible so I passed on the swim part of the party and focused on important things like eating and making bad jokes. After I got home the sun had done a number on me as I was actually kind of tired and felt like I was emitting radiation. Nothing like that first day of the year of being in the sun all day. At least I now have a solid “base” tan for the farmer’s tan calendar shoot I may or may not be participating in later this summer.
No dates this weekend, however, I have a bona fide red head that I have started talking to. Red is my favorite color and the Cincinnati Reds are my favorite baseball team, Indiana University is red and white (or crimson and cream depending on who you ask), and so maybe red is a good thing. Red is also where my checking account hovers around so maybe I’m destined for more red in my future. The lunch date from last week was just that, we are in different places in life and no big deal she was honest about it and I can’t disagree with her so next up! I might actually get the hang of this online dating stuff down, this woman, has become my personal coach. Blogger world is fantastic, I can’t stress this enough, some of my best friends now I’ll probably never meet but we all offer each other advice and tips. Parenting, life, dating, recipes, you name it our community is quick to step in and help anyway they can.
I’ve made friends with people in Phoenix, Dallas, Miami, Chicago, and the U.K.. If I lived anywhere near any of these folks we would have weekly gatherings of dinner and good times. We are all in different phases of life, but they all have my back in when it comes to Sloane and the absolute bullshit I have to go through right now. It’s well documented on here everything I’ve been through since last June, this is my post-divorce online team. They may not know it, but each one of them has helped me out in one way or another. A witty joke, sage advice, or just getting my mind off of the prospect of losing my daughter.
Speaking of my daughter we had a short abbreviated evening, but she was all smiles tonight. I was hoping she hadn’t eaten yet because I made her one of her favorites….chicken wings! Alas, she had already eaten so it was just me to enjoy some bbq grilled wings, but we had a pleasant time none the less. She didn’t get to hang out with Mr. Wonderful this weekend so that was a good thing, instead she spent a whole weekend with her mom. I think she was thrilled it was just those two and she got to see her friend from out of town. The old normal for her, hopefully tonight I don’t get any four a.m. wake up calls from her and can actually sleep!
About it for tonight, the lawnmower crapped out on me AGAIN today, this time I ripped the pull start out (after getting the fuel line fixed) and once again used my weed eater to “mow” my grass. Did solidify my bitching farmers tan and my left bicep is now throbbing, but hey my grass is mowed!