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September 28 Blondie, Blondie, BlondieNow it's Blondie. It's always something. If you want to know the bombshell Blondie hit me with go HERE. Hope you have a great weekend! August 21 Not really many Details but...Okay, today is a little better. Migraine has subsided and I can at least type. It seems it takes me an eternity to recoup after one of these 'outings' than it used to even five years ago! Oye! I really don't like the looks of this.
Anyway, the night was great for Blondie. It is a bad week to have a birthday because it is Rush week for Sororities, as well as the beginning of classes. During Rush week, the girls can't go out to bars without getting a hefty fine if caught. Many of Blondie's friends belong to Sororities, so they were unable to attend Saturday night. Nearly all the people in the pictures above have been friends of her since junior high and high school. They have been friends for a very long time. I've watched these kids grow up. It's quite an experience to go party with them as adults. Not to mention that some of the kids that are not pictured above I had not seen since high school and they LOOK like adults which really threw me for a loop.
Let's just say I felt my age Saturday night.
I do have a suggestion for guys working the door at clubs that cater to these youngsters. When a parent (it's so obvious unfortunately) comes through, come up with a new line for the moms. Once again I hear "I didn't card you 'cause I've seen you here so much, I know you're good". Not funny anymore. Think of something clever. I do want to thank one guy working the door at The Hawk. He gave me a wristband without a second thought. Last trip there in June for Cass' birthday, they waved me in and told me I didn't need the wristband, which you need in order to drink alcohol. That, my friend, is a true slap in the face. Fake it! Give me the wristband. Jeesh. It's hard enough aging without being insulted by twentysomething kids.
I actually drank less than the June birthday outing and was more drunk. Yes, I actually hurled to my horror. Next morning the migraine was out of control by the time I woke up, so when I took the med, it immediately came right back up. That was a wasted twenty bucks. So I patiently waited until about 1 pm when I thought the nausea from migraine could handle the med. Sunday was a lost day for me.
Blondie handled Saturday night BEAUTIFULLY! At first I was afraid she was drinking the shots too quickly. We began the evening at the bar and grill where she works, progressed onto The Wheel, and ended the night at 2 am at The Hawk. She drank water between and did great. I think she was less drunk than I was or at least handled it better than I did. In June, my drinking happened at the first two establishments with only one shot at The Hawk. This time, I was very busy in charge of making sure a picture of every shot got taken for "The Book", that I did not really drink until The Hawk. BIG MISTAKE! Those shots and mixed drinks were loaded. As I noted above, I drank less Saturday then I did in June and was much worse for wear. From now on, I will watch what I drink at The Hawk or it just might kill me.
One more HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU GIRL! And don't worry, really. You are not almost thirty no matter what you think!
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I made the correction Blondie pointed out regarding Sororities, but I have to disagree with her regarding the wristband. They told me in June I didn't need one, it was obvious I was legal. I asked for one, and they balked at giving me one. She could very well be right about Saturday because there was a cover.
August 20 Shot PartayI've at least posted the pictures now. Blondie took all 21 shots and handled it marvelously! Me on the other hand, can't quite handle it anymore. But it was fun. I'm going back to bed now. My head hurts. Til tomorrow! August 15 Where were you August 16, 1985?I can't believe it's here. Where have the years gone? How did they pass so quickly? It amazes me how quickly time flies. (The song playing is for you girl! I swear this song was written for you. Dad and I think of you whenever it's played and when we miss you, Dad will pull out the guitar and sing it)
August 16, 1985 found me in a hospital in Colby, Kansas. I had to have a C-section, but the only surgeon in Northwestern Kansas had left a month earlier. We had to ask a retired surgeon in Goodland to come out of retirement for my C-section. I did not meet him until that morning. Maybe that should have been the first sign of what was to happen that day. The surgery actually went well despite my anxiety. Immediately after I was given the Valium Cocktail I.V. for referred pain. I did see my little girl before I drifted off into neverland, but was not able to hold her. They wouldn't let me. Remember how long ago this was. I drifted in and out until the next morning when Dweeb came into my room and asked me if I wanted to see our baby girl. Of course! I want to hold her! He explained I couldn't hold her, but I could see her before she was transferred 2 hours away to a larger hospital that had the equipment to help her. WHAT?!? It appears her lungs were not quite developed when she was born. The respiratory therapists were hand bagging her (helping her breathe) for the past 24 hours. They were all taking turns. There are not many Respiratory Therapists in this tiny town in the middle of nowhere. I was confused, but I was able to see her before she was whisked away. There I lay. My baby girl was gone, unsure whether she was going to live and I had not even been able to hold her. The hospital would not allow me to leave for fear I would get in a car and drive straight to Hays where my baby was being cared for. I was allowed to go home a couple of days before I was allowed to ride in a car 2 hours to Hays. Poor Baby Sis was stuck with me. All I did was cry hysterically during that time. She was only 16 at the time and had absolutely no idea what to do with me. Of course, there was nothing anyone could do to help me. I did make it to Hays and held my baby girl one week after she was born. Not long after this, I informed Dweeb we needed to head back to the city to live. This was not going to work.
As most of you know, I'm speaking of Blondie. She was a Terror Toddler. No exaggeration. That girl could tear it up and battle me to the end. VERY strong willed child. This gave me pause. I was concerned what would happen when she started school. Would they send her home and tell me to not bother sending her to school anymore because she is such a pain? She was the type of child that if I told her to go 'time out', her response was 'fine, I'll stay here all day'. If she got a swat for a dangerous no-no, she would go to an open window and scream 'you don't have to beat me!'. Yep, that's my girl. But when school age came, this little girl was the most well behaved in class. I don't think she EVER received a checkmark in all her years.
She has been an absolute joy to raise. She's athletic, musical, and just plain fun to be around. No matter what this girl attempts, she succeeds. Her sports were soccer and softball. She danced from age 4 including jazz, ballet, tap, drill team, and Irish dance. She plays the flute and bassoon. She even began teaching herself the violin before she became bored with that. Oh yeah! Can't forget that trombone you had on a whim. Bowling. This girl bowled a 200 in early elementary years. Sounds corny, but she had the gals at the bowling alley wanting to get her a coach. "She could get a scholarship to college bowling!" Everything she touches turns to gold.
Can't forget her brain. That girl is blonde and has a brain! Math. Math. Math. She loves it. In Kindergarden, she would do timed math sheets at 1st and 2nd grade level while I cooked dinner. She gets ALL of this from her Daddy.
Girly, you and your friends have given me the best years! I LOVED watching you do everything you attempted. I loved watching you dance. I loved watching you play your flute. I loved going to soccer and softball games (remember when they put you in as relief pitcher? hehe). I loved your videos! Talk shows, music videos, plays, fashion shows, Olympics, and tours of the house! I will get that on DVDs for you when you truly appreciate it.
I love and admire you as you succeed in school now. I know whatever you choose in life, it will be on your terms, what you want, and you will be fantastic at it! You are my sunshine.
HAPPY 21ST BIRTHDAY GOOBY! August 10 Shopping day!Today is the day Blondie and I go shopping. Shopping for her birthday. This means I may not be at my computer much at all today. Too much to do. Must have lunch! Woohoo! I love days like this! I did see World Trade Center the movie last night. I thought it was done well (especially for Oliver Stone). I'm also stretching my wings a bit due to my frustration here on spaces. So, if you'd like to read more about World Trade Center as well as how much I miss New York City on my new site I'm trying out go here. Be kind. That place is more challenging for me and sometimes it looks crazy messy. But it is fun learning it. I'm not leaving here... no yet. Just testing. 1...2...3.... ___________ ADDENDUM: BLONDIE AND I DID SOME SERIOUS DAMAGE TODAY. IT WAS A BLAST! TO MIRANDA: BLONDIE GOT THE CUTEST MARC JACOBS TOPS I'VE SEEN IN THESE PARTS! YEP, SERIOUS DAMAGE. July 18 Just Call...I knew it was Monday when my mother is knocking at my door first thing in the morning for 'a visit'. I don't talk about her. Better that way. Let's just say she left after almost two hours of repeating everything I said and asking stupid questions.
Yes, the electricity went out AGAIN! Not nearly as long as Sunday, but long enough when the Heat Index is about 115 degrees.
And Blondie came to town. The bright light in my day... usually. She came to town for her six week hair appointment. Hey, it takes much work to look as good as she does! My girls know they can talk and/or call me about anything. I'm always here for them no matter what life throws their way. Today, the call came from my sweetheart.
Yep, when this girl has an emergency, she ain't kidding. She needs gas to get back to that serious hanging out she has been doing lately!
July 10 Trouble in the Windy CityI believe you remember the Three Stooges from the shot partay. That would Cass, Blondie, and M. They are best of friends. And they are bored. The girls decided to road trip it to the Windy City where M is from and spend a few days with her family. Hmmm....
This doesn't look very good to me. Looks like trouble......
The girls headed out on Friday before the 4th and made the drive safely to M's parents home. Unfortunately, that is when the trouble began. The Stooges got there pretty little heads together and concocted a plan. Then proceeded to put this plan into motion. It began with an innocent drink with M's family.
The girls quickly hopped a train that would take them from the safety of the suburbs to the excitement of the Big City.
We all love the city. The girls have been there before. They know what to do and where to go. Once they arrived, they met up with other college friends who also happened to be there and had a lovely afternoon and evening.
This picture looks to me like the Stooges are already having a little TOO much fun. They were in the City all evening and into the night with friends whoopin' it up as all good college students do, when it seems the situation began to deteriorate. First...
the girls are caught in the act of roughing up a parking meter. Maybe they were getting low on cash. Lord knows they have not worked many hours lately. They could use the money. But it doesn't stop there. It seems a little later they caught the train to head back to the suburbs when an urge overcame Blondie. An urge to start singing. Not just any song, but apparently she began with a favorite: "Why do you build me a Buttercup". Now, I am partly to blame for this. I taught her the song when she was younger. But on the train, in public (and a tad tipsy) she breaks out in song. It apparently became contagious and the other patrons riding this train joined her. It didn't stop there. When that song finished, they began singing songs from "Annie" and "Sound of Music"! With everyone on the train singing along. The gentleman in charge of watching the cars (I have no idea what his title is) was not a happy camper. He told them to stop singing Show Tunes! Dear me, that just egged my daughter on more. WHAT! Stop singing Show Tunes? Is this guy crazy? So they continued. This angered the Train Car Guard (or whatever he is called) to the point that he kicked them off the train! Kicked them off the train in the middle of the night for singing Show Tunes!
As you can see, there were quite a few who were ousted. As they got off the train, Blondie yelled out to other college kids she did not know, "My name is ___, facebook me the pictures!" It seems other people on the train were taking pictures of this group of people putting on the show. They had to wait an hour for the next train. On that train, the guy in charge was a supervisor and was upset that this lovely group of people were kicked off the train. Especially for singing Show Tunes! Give me a break!
They did make it back to the suburbs safely and were corraled the next day in a fenced backyard where they could not escape.
They made it back in one piece, although a bit worn out from their adventure. I'm really glad Blondie's cousin (my nephew) was not with them on the train ride. No telling what kind of dancing might have gone on during the singing escapade! She was only able to see him for a short time earlier in the evening.
I shudder to think of the antics pulled when these two get together. But they sure are fun! ___________________________ ADDENDUM: Blondie has just discovered my blog. When she saw the photos, she insisted I change a couple. I changed one. The second picture has been changed. It was Blondie drinking a Mimosa, but now it's the Three Stooges during their drink looking a bit plastic, but I shall abide by her wishes... this time! (She supplies me with the pics, so I gotta be nice for now) June 27 EscapeToday I decided to get out of the house away from the turmoil, housework, and projects. I got in my car and headed to Lawrence to surprise Blondie and drag her to campus with me so I could get some practice with my camera. I still have not even come close to knowing all the features, but I can point and shoot, so I begin at that point.
Of course, when I arrive at her apartment she is still asleep. She is a college student. I haven't been there in quite awhile so I was fearful to cross the door into her little abode for fear of what I may encounter. To my surprise, I didn't groan, hold my nose, or give her that mom look. You know the look. "Please... clean this up. It looks like a tornado hit this place" look. It was in pretty good shape and no strange smells. Bonus point for my little girl.
We get to campus and I pull out my camera which is an Olympus SLR. No pocket camera. She shakes her head and I can tell she thinks I'm crazy. I probably am, but I'm her mom and she has to roll with it anyway. We drudge through about half of campus and stopping along the way so I can take pictures of the old buildings. The KU campus is BEAUTIFUL! The old buildings are stone and rock. Some still have the wooden doors at the entrance. All along the way, Blondie is cracking jokes about how her dad and I go on these little kicks with new interests. We decide something might be fun and just do it. Who knows. Maybe one day we will actually hit an interest that works well! After looking at the pictures posted above with no editing done to them, I've learned why I can't hang a picture straight on the wall. All my pictures seem to be taken at an angle. I guess that means I'm cockeyed. Could I be a cockeyed optimist? Some say pessimist. Boy, is this digression or what?
After dragging Blondie around when she would have rather been in bed, I treat her to lunch and a new pair of KU shorts for her trip to Chicago this weekend. That put a nice smile on my girl's face. I had such a good time with her today. A little escape from the madness. June 25 Partay likes it 1979!It has taken me a couple of days to get this written. Friday night was a celebration. A celebration of Blondie's best friend's 21st birthday. These celebrations have become a much larger event than when I turned this 'magical' age. Of course, way back then we were already legal beer drinking age at 18, so turning 21 was not as big of a deal.
Blondie and the third gal of this trio put together the now standard book for the 21 shots the birthday person must achieve on that momentous occasion. This book consists of 21 pages. Each page contains a theme of pictures and a 'wise' saying, time of shot taken, who you took the shot with, and birthday person must sign the book AFTER the shot has successfully washed down the throat. A picture is taken of each shot taken with the person who bought you the shot and took a shot also. This is added to the book later. This is new to me, but it is actually a pretty awesome way to remember your 21st birthday since you're too sh*t faced to remember anyway.
Dweeb and I travelled to Lawrence to meet up with the girls, their friends, birthday girls family (whom we know well after years of dance and drill team events together) anticipating our entering into our past. The bars on the hit list have been there since long before even Dweeb and I were there (30+ years). I have not been in these two establishments since I left there in 1979. So I was pretty pumped for this adventure.
Since it is summertime, these two places (across the street from each other) were pretty dead until about 11pm, so Birthday Girl had plenty of time to get busy on those 21 shots with her family. I finally got my chance to buy my gal shot #9. We try to make each shot different. So I thought it would be appropriate, since I am a red head, to slam down what is called a 'red-headed slut' shot. Blondie got in the action also for this shot (anything for free alcohol). After awhile we moved across the street to the other well known establishment in this fine town and boy had it changed. It was so NICE! The place was filling up fast and a line started forming at the door. I was a little put out that at the door they carded ALL girls except me. Okay, so I do look over 21. Anyone who wants to drink alcohol must wear a wristband. Otherwise, no alcohol. The kid at the door DID NOT PUT A WRISTBAND ON ME!! I was ready to punch this little jerk out. Have a little respect for your elders... please! Blondie asked him to give me a wristband and I HEARD her say, 'she's old, humor her'. Just for that, two more shots for mommy!
I know what a shot is. A jigger filled with alcohol. Slam it down hard and fast. Friday we had the most pathetic shots I have ever seen in my life! Your shot is delievered in Children's Tylenol dosage cups. Whoopee! Lame I tell you. Then again, if Birthday girl is going to be taking 21 of these over the course of the night, dosage cups are just fine. I am told she made it through like a champ. She took all shots. They closed the bar. Then she went home and threw up. After that, she was fine. Her signature on the last few pages of that book were pretty much scribble. Me, on the other hand, have suffered for 36 hours after that binge. The mind says 'GO FOR IT!' The bod says 'Now I'm going to teach you a lesson!'
And that was a warm up for the August festivities of Blondie..... I think I'm going to practice more *wink* June 10 Bowling and Retail TherapyThanks to all of you! I will get around to everyone within the next 24 hours. As expected, my "normal" did not last long at all. As I've mentioned before, this family doesn't believe in "normal" as defined in the dictionary.
Anyway, the other day as I was taking "me" time, Blondie was in town. Drama Queen was so tired from her shift at work the night before she wanted to rest. But not Blondie (as she was bored again) and I was ready to get. out. of. the. house. Our family activity for the past six months has been bowling. Corny, but we have fun trying to outdo each other. Blondie and I decided we would go bowling even though it was just the two of us. Within 4 frames of our first game, we knew this was going to be a one game outing. We looked at each other and made a pact that our goal would be to break 50 on that game. That's just how bad we were bowling. We usually bowl 110-200 in this fam. We could not believe how bad this game was going. By the 7th frame, Blondie had the pleading look in her eye with 'please mom, we need to go to what we are good at today'. Hehehehe. We all know what that is, don't we? Hell yeah! Retail therapy! When I whole heartedly agreed with her, she was so uplifted that in the 9th and 10th frames she bowled FOUR strikes. Then I KNEW it was time to get the heck out of that bowling alley.
We headed to the local mall and our favorite store, Nordstroms. I still had gift cards from Christmas and Mother's Day so I was ready to tear into the racks. Blondie immediately is drawn to the SAAVY section (you Nordstrom shoppers out there know this is the designer junior wear that costs an arm and a leg for one item). As we are perusing the clothes for the summer season, she pulls out a shirt and comments how 'adorable' it is. I'm looking at it with the little gathered sleeves and slight gathering around the scoop neck. What confused me was the length of the shirt. It came below the belly button. In fact, it would cover down to hips if not a below that. My comment was, "next thing you know you'll be wearing a belt on the outside of that shirt!" Blondie's reply was "Well, duh!" WHAT! Then she tells me she wants a pair of black capri leggings for summer and leg warmers for fall!
It's like a bad LSD flashback! First the leggings and belt worn on the outside of her shirt; next thing you know her bangs will begin to rise off her forehead until they are standing straight up!!
The thought of Blondie with hair like the lead singer of "Poison" makes me groan. I tell Blondie it's time to eat. We make a beeline for the escalator and head straight for the Nordstrom Cafe for the scrumptious Tomato Basil Soup (Blondie and I are addicted to it).
It was a good afternoon with Blondie. We did make some fun purchases and she beat me in bowling. I'm sure you remember last weekend I spoke of "normal". Well, it didn't last. This week has been one hit after another. But that is a story for tomorrow.
Today, I'm glad I was able to relax with my daughter. Soon I'll be out doing a little retail therapy with both girls.
I'll be around to see you all as soon I'm done with the 'Bosses'. *wink* May 30 She is not a happy girl nowBlondie headed to 'the lake' for the long weekend with her girlfriends. Going to 'the lake' is a mini-vacation for the girls. They stay in one of the parents 'lake homes' there, eat their food, use their jet skis and wave runners, and ski with their boats. Growing up around here, most of us had at least one friend whose parents owned a 'lake home'. It is one great time!
Blondie and her friend C came busting in the door yesterday afternoon. When these two girls are together the decibel level in your home goes up exponentially. You know they are around and the chattering and antics never stop until they leave. They raid the kitchen and proceed to start comparing their 'battle scars' from the weekend. Bruises, scrapes, and bumps from being thrown off the jet skis and doing multiple flips to being thrown across the inside of the boat because someone took a turn too sharp. Don't forget the 'tan lines'! Yes, they have beautiful tan lines!! Their souvenir of the weekend was a shot glass. This is no ordinary shot glass. This is a shot glass that not only contained a shot of alcohol, but also a minnow. I didn't believe that my daughter did this. She gets grossed out so easily. She knew I wouldn't believe her, so she took pictures of this event! This was worse than disgusting to me. But Blondie and C were PROUD!!
This is the year that all of these kids turn the magical age of 21. Of course, until then, they find ways to get into the establishments of choice. Last night was ANOTHER birthday. The girls were jumping, hopping, kicking, leaping, (this is normal behavior for them) as they got ready for another 21st birthday party. I was told to not wait up because they were all staying at the girls house overnight and the designated driver would get them there.
At 12:30 am, the house is quiet. I am the only one awake when the front door bursts open and the chatterboxes march into the house. Immediately I'm shushing them and asking them what they are doing here. Blondie is pissed, tossing things from her purse, and stomping. C is laughing. When they got the establishment, Blondie's ID didn't pass (Blondie has green eyes, not brown) and they took it away! I was laughing, C was laughing, and Blondie was ranting. She rants for a solid hour. I thought it was 1988 again!
Good for them. Both girls turn 21 this summer. They need to calm down and pick up more hours at work! Keep them busy. I did hear some things come out of my daughters mouth last night that were new phrases and words to me. I wrote them down and will ask her to write the definitions of these down for me in case I wish to use them in the future. Yeah... I think she needs to work more hours until it's her turn to have 'the partay'. May 19 Finals are OVER!Ahem... Please notice in the right hand column under "The Fam". There has been a change made. I received a phone call Wednesday that was nothing but screaming in my ears (while I was shopping in Target).
Finals are over.
Blondie is now a SENIOR.. IN COLLEGE!!!
She was so excited she had to call to let me know that finals were over and she was heading out with her 'peeps' to partay!
Memorable note of the week:
The picture spoken about is in the photo album now.
Blondie's friend: "Who is that in the picture with you?"
Blondie: "That's my sister."
Blondie's friend: "I didn't know you had a sister."
Blondie: "Yep, she's older."
Blondie's friend: "How did she turn black?"
Yes, this girl just became a senior in college also. Kind of makes you raise your eyebrow wonder, doesn't it?
May 01 Workin' againIt's been raining all weekend and the pesky little triplets gave me a virus that had me in bed most of the weekend (although it felt good to sleep so much! Thanks kids.) I haven't heard much from Blondie in the past few weeks. I think she is going through this 'independence' thing. She has no boyfriend for the first time in four years and is just out having fun being a college student. She has also been jobless. Not good. If you remember, she is the one who prefers the Burberry scarves and True Religion jeans. She can't afford to be jobless. She has finally been 'broke' long enough that she is actually in pain! I do believe it is actual physical pain for this girl. She has started calling me more often this past week and even came in town for a few hours to visit. Boy, I felt special. It was great having her in the house. I do dread the day she is really gone. Let's not talk about that, okay?
Anyway, Blondie being sick to death of being broke went out and got a job the first day she tried. I hope it's that easy for her when she graduates. I think she's in for a rude awakening then. She began Friday night and called me right away. She made more tips in one shift at this new bar and grill than an entire weekend at the 'family' restaurant where she used to work. She was doing a happy dance. Some guy came in drinking one Jager bomb after another. They are $5 each and for each drink he gave her $10. I know she wished he had friends with him that night. This establishment has just opened so business will do nothing but get better.
This is good news for me. Now I don't have to look into those pretty blue eyes of my little girl as she begs for something ridiculous and have to say "NO WAY, ARE YOU INSANE????" March 28 Rocky Mountain HighNo downer talk today. Blondie is back and Mominator is in heaven again. She emailed the pics above (I left out the incriminating ones) and it looks as if she had the time of her life! In snow pics she is wearing dark purple jacket, gray plaid scarf (she would insist I note that it is a Burberry), and white headband. Most of the kids have known each other since junior high. Wow, wouldn't it have been nice if our Spring Breaks were this good? So enjoy a little Rocky Mountain Bliss for a few moments. |
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