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Not so sure about the Gogo Girl accent, but I’m loving the Rich In Heart. Both by Sinful Colors.
April 7, In Which We Talk About Coloring
Why yes, I do plan to get about a week’s worth of blog posts from Friday’s shopping trip. Â Thanks for noticing!
Yesterday morning, I sat with my kids and colored, Â with my tongue between my teeth just like I was five. The books in the back are MINE. Â Note that three of them are fat, with simple pictures, and two of them are Pooh, because he’s my favorite. Â Also, the box of 120 is mine, and not their’s and not for sharing. Â They got the little boxes.
Here is the memory that goes with the books and crayons: Â When I was little, I got sick a lot with bronchitis and kidney infections. Â This meant a lot of doctor visits and a lot of bed rest. Â I always spent sick time at my Grandparent’s house, because my mom couldn’t miss work. Â After every doctor’s visit, there was a treat of hoop cheese from the little store by the pediatrician. Â And every time I had to go spend the week in Clarkton, Mama stopped on the way and bought me a new box of crayons and a fat coloring book.
I still love hoop cheese. Â I still take my kids to that same pediatric office. Â I still love coloring books and crayons.
Here is what 120 different colors look like after you take them out of the three little boxes that were in the big box and put them in a plastic bowl so you can see all of them at once. Â I think my OCD is showing. Â I might want to tuck that back in.
April 6, In Which We Talk About Flower Arranging
Yesterday, I went shopping, as I told you.
Here are the flower arrangement supplies: Â one vase, one bag of rocks, and four flower bunches from Dollar Tree, plus one flower bunch from Wal-Mart.
I put the rocks in the vase, and added the Dollar Tree bunches.  Then I used my wire cutters to disassemble the bunch from Wal-Mart, and put them in as single flowers.  When I was done, I put the whole thing on my zazen table.  Total cost: $11 plus tax.  Having flowers in my room perpetually: priceless.
I may add some of the rose bath salts I bought to the vase later. Â How cool would that be–silk flowers that actually smell like flowers?
No, I didn’t use a tutorial, though I have linked one in case you want to check it out.
P.S. DaBaby was bitterly disappointed that these flowers stayed in my room rather than going into the living room where everyone can enjoy them. Â Guess that means I get to do this again!
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Streaming Netflix
Oh ya’ll. If you have looked at the Life List lately, you might have noticed that my movie watching has picked up a bit. That’s because I recently switched from Blockbuster to Netflix. Netflix allows me to stream movies as part of my monthly rate plan, as opposed to Blockbuster, which charges extra for that privilege. That means that when I discover time to watch a movie, the movie is ready to go. I’m loving it.
The only downside to streaming is that sometimes the movie pauses to buffer. For some reason that I do not comprehend, I have traced the problem to my Linksys router. If I remember to push the reset button before I start the movie, it runs right along smooth as silk.
Now, if you will excuse me, I need to start my homework. I’m trying to squeeze in The Taking of Pelham 123 today!
An Ode to Patrick Swayze
Dear Patrick Swayze,
I know you are dead and all, but here is the fan letter I would have written if I thought you actually read them yourself. You are so amazing. I loved every one of your movies. Yes, I’ve seen them all. From the way you held Baby in Dirty Dancing to the way you exacted justice in Next of Kin to the very obvious love you had for your wife in Last Dance, you are the bomb.
Also, unbearably HAWT. Just sayin’ From my teens to my late thirties, you rocked my socks. You taught me that nobody puts Baby in a corner and that pain don’t hurt. Also how to rob banks and do a disappearing wipe-out.
I still sigh every time I see your picture, and I still smile every time I watch you move with that cat-like grace. If I had the money, I’d put multiple big screens on assorted tv stands and watch you in stereo.
Love,
Cass
June 10-14 In which we celebrate FREEDOM
June 10 Four feet of counter Yep, I found it. And then I lost it again, at least once per day. But I keep refinding it, so that’s progress of sorts, right?
June 11 Freedom Party On this day, I had a little party. My divorce had become final the week before this, and I wanted to have a party to celebrate, but I thought it would probably be wrong to do that while the children were home, so I waited. And also, there were bff birthdays in March that I never did anything about because I was waiting for the divorce to throw the party, and in the meantime, sections of my unfamily divested themselves of me in a very public way, and so, I truly was finally free.
Is it awful that my major emotional response was relief? I clearly wasn’t imagining things all my life, my feelings were validated and those involved can finally all quit pretending to be something we aren’t. Let me be perfectly clear here: I am only speaking of those who were specifically involved. Does anyone need a dictionary to understand that? And the weirdest part was that they were so concerned that I had talked about them in the first place, when I really only talked about me, and no one even knew we were related until they outed themselves all over my facebook page.
So, this picture is of my lop-sided but delicious Strawberry Tall Cake, which you should really go read about. But come right back, cause I’m not done!
We did indeed have a party. I almost said “bangin’ time”, but that would be too easily misconstrued. Here’s the deal: That One, Guitar Guy and I all share very similar senses of humor. We are all quick-witted, punny and ready to see the hilarity in any given situation. We have a great deal of fun just sitting around stone-cold sober, which is how you will usually find us when we are all together. On this particular night, That One stopped by the ABC store and bought so much liquor that he had to have a permit to bring it to the house, and oh my word!! He went home with most of it, but in the meantime, we found out that he is a *very* capable bar tender, and that when he drinks a bit, he’s even funnier than usual. Madea was in da house, and if you’ve never heard a big white man impersonate a big crazy black woman, you should come to my next party. And it went on for hours, people! Hours! We kicked off about 6pm, and I think I crashed around 4am.
On a more serious note, it was a very fitting closure for me to celebrate my personal freedom with those who have held my hand while I fought so hard for it. There was a great deal more to it than a facebook fight and a piece of paper. This little mouse of a girl has officially graduated to gerbil. I may not be standing very tall at 5 feet even, but damnitall, I’m standing! And, Ang., I really wish you could have been here with me, too. I missed you, even though I know you were here in spirit.
June 12 I want it! That One has a new hat, and I want it. He let me wear it while he was here, but alas, he left with it on his own head. Unfortunately, he found it in an ittybitty store in some town in PA. I’m hopeful that he will find another one, but not counting on it. Oh! Remember I said he was funny? So, we were talking about the hat and he looked at me and said, “yeah they had one in pink, too”. And then I said “Really!!” And he said “no”, and we both dissolved in giggles. Well, he didn’t giggle, he laughed, because boys don’t giggle.
June 13 Matches the Other Half of my Wardrobe See?
June 14 Really? I’d like to meet the person responsible for this piece of marketing “genius”, just so I could point and laugh!