Sunday, July 22, 2012

Eating my own words!!!

This morning is a great Sunday morning. We sat in the hot tub, I'm drinking my morning coffee, the air outside is still cool before it gets sweltering, and I have a rare chance to pick up my guitar and just let it rip.

In my head, I'm reliving the glory days as I feel the old familiar burning sensation in the tips of my fingers. I am thinking that I am sounding really good as I harmoniously wail Michael Penn's "No Myth". The feeling builds and I stand up automatically taking on the guitar stance, as if the music itself is coming from the inner depths of my soul.

I'm going through my old list of favorites, ending up on Melissa Etheridge's "No Souveniers". There is a really powerful bridge in the middle inundated with slow, meaningful power chords where she belts out, "No shirt...no shoes...no jacket...no blues...your car's for sale...you forward your mail...your cutting your hair... you don't wanna know where I'm calling you from...or how come..." I am really feeling it, in the moment, livin' the dream for that one second ...until Senia Mae walks up to me and says "OK, Mommy, that's enough," as she turns and walks away, completely unimpressed.

My own words were used against me in the meanest, cruelest way! I pick up my poor, deflated ego as I retreat back onto the couch to watch another episode of Max and Ruby with my two year old, who sits happy and content at my side. I know your not cool when your kids are teenagers but I thought at this stage I could still be a little bit cool...next she'll probably blurt out..."Not today, Mommy!" AARG!! Yes this IS what my life has come to!! How funny is that? :)

Sunday, July 15, 2012

Time to eat the Donuts

My memory has been jarred lately with dreams of funny stories from long ago. This one took place probably fifteen years ago when we took Gram on a trip to visit Tennessee. I vowed to stop at as many Dunkin' Donuts as it took to find her favorite morning vittles, lemon filled crullers, along the three and a half hour drive from Atlanta to Knoxville.

Just outside of Knoxville on a small side road we spotted an old fashioned Dunkin' Donuts (you cold tell because they had the old curvy counter and the sign was the old brown logo). They didn't carry her exact choice but did have lemon filled donut holes and since this discovery was so rare we ordered about 50 of them to go.

We drove happily for the next couple of miles, munching on a donut hole or two, chatting easily and enjoying our time together. Later on we decided to stop in at Dillard's to check the sales, not even considering that we had my 7 year old Pomeranian, Russell, in the car who was also a lover of donuts (or any type of food for that matter, you would think we never fed him by the way he scarfed things down).

Upon returning to the car, before we even opened the door, Russell sat up on the armrest between the two front seats with his ears back. This was always an instant giveaway that he felt remorse over something he had done. Opening the door we saw a thick layer of powdered sugar masking his whiskers and realized that he had eaten about forty five donut holes! We laughed heartily as we reprimanded, "Russell, bad dog", but it was hard to be mad because we knew that they were hard to resist! The ride home was slow without any donut holes, but our hurt feelings were not anything compared to Russell's upset tummy!

Thursday, July 12, 2012

Dancing Queens

Before we decided to get pregnant I told Kim I wanted to go dancing one last time, a final hurrah, so to speak.  I love to dance and at one time I lived to dance....one more night of pounding music and spinning glamour wasn't too much to wish for.  

The last night of carefree club hopping never became a reality, but lately our living room has become the family dance floor where we mingle together shaking our groove thangs!

Tonight I arrived home from work and Kim had the iPod plugged into the surround sound.  Senia Mae was prancing around like a proud peacock in nothing but her pink, polka dotted big girl panties and red glitter ballerina shoes as Katy Perry wailed "In another life...I would be your girl..." at the exact time I walked over the threshold.  Club Paradise was apparently calling my name.

Smiling, my girls led me by hand to the dance floor and we swayed and swirled to the thunderous rhythms, until Senia Mae was so dizzy she almost fell over.  We all held hands and moved in a circle together, watching as our little girl just beamed with pride and joy, she was in her element.  It seemed so amazing that something so simple and spur of the moment could make her so happy and I remembered how it also made me so happy, realizing that it doesn't matter where you receive your joy, as long as you still allow yourself to feel it.  This nightclub was just as entertaining as any I had ever paid to get into and it was also close to my heart!