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Tonight at Mass, a couple renewed their vows after 64 years of marriage.

Coach and I both cried.

On the way home we did some math. On our 64th anniversary, Coach will be 94. Damn. That's one old husband.

Good thing he's already bald, so that won't be a deal breaker.

Rainbows and Lollipops

I need some.

Rainbows and lollipops that is. Some unreality. Some unicorns and leprechauns. Some happy snappy, go lucky.

I'm so tired of oil coated animals and trying to figure out which gas station is PC enough for me to go to. Insane weather and storm damage. Flooding.

Too much month at the end of the money. Devastating cases of children with cancer and accidents.

People's marriages falling apart. Adoptions unfulfilled. Layoffs. Furloughs and downsizing. Pay cuts.

GGGGAAAAACKKKKKKK!

I'm ready for some joy. Some celebration.

How about you?

Vaca Vocab

The other night, Jack and I were talking about Granny Camp 2010 (registration complete, flights leave July 8!) and he started to cry.

"I'm homesick. I'm just getting so homesick!" He was sobbing.

I assured him that if he got homesick, that I would drive right up and get him, Granny Camp 2010 is almost a month! He continued to cry.

"No, mama! I'm already homesick!"

Huh? I asked him to explain.

"No Mama. I don't want you to get me. I'm HOMESICK. I'm sick of being at HOME! I want to go to Granny Camp NOW!"

hahahahaha He's a little confused on the semantics, but the sentiment is there.

Boy wants Granny. Like, now.

Katrina and the Waves

...get it? Walking on Sunshine...

or the ACTUAL sun. That's how hot it is here. It's 84,000 degrees in Atlanta and I feel like I am living in a sauna. This morning the windows in the kitchen were steamed up from the air conditioner outside! It's insane. I've changed my shirt 4 times today and forget about the pairs of flip flops I've worn. I'm sweating in places that well...

It's Hot. Damn Hot.

So, I've tried to stay as indoors-y as possible, which is not much when you have 2 children. They (blessedly) have been at baseball camp today with Coach, whilst I groceried (Yes, it's a word. A verb at that) and worked. I have clients tomorrow in the hot steaming sun and I may just melt.

There's always been a little (a lot of) Wicked Witch in me.

I'm working on such cool things this summer with SuzySaid, the Atlanta Edition including Real Housewives product placements and newsletters dedicated to Southern owned women's businesses. (Which, incidentally you should email me about if you're interested.)

Ok, off to make some dinner for Coach, yes, I know it's 8pm. Early for us to eat dinner but I'm just glad he is home. I'm thinking we might even get to watch a movie...

Smooches!

Serenbe

Camp-y

Yes ma'am these minis have been at soccer camp all week at The University. Can you say 9a to 4p? Thankyouverymuch. Today was the last day so I had to show up with a little treat for the fabulous college girls who run the camp. I brought boxes of Captain Crunch Soccer Crunch! Have you seen them, the box is too cute! Next week they start baseball camp, and don't think I won't be seeking out boxes of Homerun Crunch. Which absolutely do exist.

I'm insanely busy, casting wide nets in every direction. Maybe I'll actually catch something.

Life and Death and Lip Gloss

So as the monogrammed minian careened toward the tree and distinctly thought, well, at least I'm wearing lip gloss.

Wait, what?! Careened toward a tree?!

Yes. Yesterday afternoon I was driving in North Atlanta to show a client some homes. I of course rely heavily (read: depend solely) on the Garmin because my sense of direction is, well, nonexisitent. So, said GPS has directed me on a road called Fate. Truly, I couldn't make this stuff up. Well, I could, but I'm not. Pinky swear. Fate Road gradually turns from a paved road to one made entirely of gravel. Not surprisingly, I have never driven the monogrammed minivan on a gravel road. Being that my Suburban Barbie tendencies lie not far beneath my high self-tanned skin, this should not be a surprise to any of us. And yet.

I suppose one can't (or shouldn't) drive a monogrammed minivan as quickly across gravel as one can on say, pavement. Like we have in 2010 polite society. In any case, I guess 25 MPH was just too fast to be going and quite suddenly we (that's the Royal we, like me, myself and I) were traveling sideways and heading off the road into a ditch. Toward a rather large tree. No, I don't know what kind of tree it was, Suburban Barbie, not Arbor Barbie. Try to stay current, ok?

As said tree approached I tapped the breaks, somehow I assumed that gravel is to be treated like ice up North, and I was to tap the breaks and turn into it. Notsomuch. Look, I made a 100% in the written part of driver's ed. I didn't so much actually take the hands-on class. I'm smarty pants book girl, not Danica. Puh-lease.

Anyhoo, as I realized I was about to crack the monogrammed minivan into a tree and more than likely meet an untimely death, some stuff crossed my mind. Instantly I thought that this was the second time my life had the plot of a Lifetime movie. But, I digress.

I was terribly calm. I thought, this is ok. The minis are not in the car. They are safe and sound on a playdate halfway across Atlanta. (Turns out that playdate morphed into a lunch at The Varsity where I suspect the semi-vegetarian mom gorged herself on chilidogs and F.O.s...hee hee)

I was wearing a dress from church and matching appropriate nude undergarments. Legs, shaved, hip to ankle. This is important business to a girl who is anticipating being dragged from a monogrammed minivan by her bare legs by EMS. Just saying.

Speaking of church, I had just left Mass. So I had that base covered. As a Catholic, had I skipped Mass, the guilt alone would have killed me. Or at least pull my hair out.

Oh, no! That reminded me...I had recently started parting my hair on the opposite side and what if no one noticed and the mortician fixed my hair all janky!? Thisisnotgood.

And then.

And then the minivan stopped. I put it in park and opened the door. Got out. Bumper was touching the tree. I sort of patted myself down airport security style to be sure I still had all my bits and pieces.

Got back in the car and burst out laughing.

Clemsongirl, you are one lucky Suburban Barbie.

Now slow the hell down and pat yourself on the back for always wearing lip gloss.

Summer Love

Wowser. Three weeks into summer already, I can't believe it.

Took the minis to see Marmaduke today, which I am significantly less intelligent for having watched. Also? I'd like to launch a boycott because there were no black labradors in said movie. Lame sauce.

That's all for tonight. Discuss amongst yourselves.