July 16, 2011

Thoughts During Summer

There is so much crap running through my head... so it's all random. A big post with pictures is coming. My computer is just so dang slow, at 6 years old, that it's going to take me awhile to get them downloaded.

I'm busy finishing the Fat Pookie's quilt. It is going to be amazing and I can't wait to post pictures. I am so in love with this little baby girl. When we visited she went to just barely gazing at herself in the mirror and fists closed, to fists open, grabbing, and laughing/growling at herself in the mirror.

She's a growling baby and it cracks me up.

Her big sister, The Great Flambina, is smart and wonderful. She is two, which tries her parents, but in my mind, she is doing exactly what she's supposed to be doing at this age... seeking out her own type of independence as she struggles with talking. Once those two things gel... understanding and accepting her limitations while using her words... all will be right with her little world.

And no, I won't always call my youngest niece The Fat Pookie. It's just a temporary name. For now it makes me laugh as her little thighs are like ham hocks.

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Knowing my long lasting love of all that is fried dough, otherwise known as 'doughnuts', my sister recommended that I make the trek into the heart of Atlanta, down by Georgia Tech and try a doughnut shop called, Sublime Doughnuts.

Let me reiterate in case any of you dear readers have forgotten... I could write poetry about doughnuts. When my grandfather died and my grandmother didn't have anyone brow beating her about anything, she lived on nutter butter cookies and pistachio ice cream. *I* would live on doughnuts.

I grabbed up Bones and Mr. T and we made our way there last Wednesday morning... and it was WORTH, every... bite. Holy cats. I met the chef and proprietor, a young man, much younger than my boys expected, who has served in the US Navy as a cook, went to culinary school, and then he had a vision and opened his own shop.

God Bless him... I so hope it works out for him in a BIG way. Industrious Americans... I love them. The selection of doughnuts... I have to go back. We left with a dozen and my cup o' Joe, that I have found recently I cannot live without. (I'm struggling lately to stay awake during the day, let alone get out of bed.) I'd love to have stayed with a newspaper, sat at one of the tables, ate, drank, and be merry.

So go there if you're in the area. They're closed on Mondays. Fun doughnuts. And if you go to his site, the opening segment showing him start his day made me grin. How often have I said when I've been forced to wake up way too early, "Nobody gets up this early except Farmers and people who make Doughnuts..."

I could write poetry about doughnuts.

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I got my hair cut shorter and I absolutely LOVE IT! I needed something more youthful and sassy. I was tired of feeling like the middle aged Mom that I am.

Besides, it has come to my attention that the Great Flambina may have inherited MY hair and I need it to always look fun. I don't want her to grow up thinking her hair sucks. I have motivation now to try to always look good.

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I'm thinking of coloring my hair eggplant. Just a quiet purple sheen in the summer sun.

I said to my hair dresser, 'So, do you think I could pull it off? I don't want it to be SCREAMING purple though...'

Said she, "Bou, you don't have enough gray for it to really take. I think it would be just a light sheen..."

So who knows, in the next few months I could live on the edge and put eggplant colored highlights in my hair...

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On a news front, I'm glad Osama bin Laden is dead, I think Casey Anthony killed her baby, and Rupert Murdoch and his ilk are sleazeballs.

I read that Osama had wanted to target Obama's plane. I'm hoping that the thought we can reason with terrorists has finally been put to rest by those flakes who think we can. We can't. Terrorists are insane.

I think Casey Anthony is guilty as hell of killing her baby, but I also think that the jury really didn't have what they needed. Take the emotion out of it and look at the case, and the baby's body was just found too late to give them the evidence. That may not be a popular belief, but looking at what they had to go on, I'm glad I wasn't on that jury. It would have haunted me... forever.

That said, I suspect justice will enact itself soon enough. Look, it finally did with Jeffrey Dahmer. Sometimes it just takes a bit longer.

And I'm blown away with what the media gets away with in Britain. Usually what happens in Britain follows over here with time. Dear Lord, please don't let us have our media have THAT much control. It's bad enough as it is. What has happened over there is revolting... and the fact it made it's way over here with 9.11 victim's phone hacking just turns my stomach that much more.

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Work is frustrating me. I'm stressing about my children and their future. I think that is the basis of my sleep issues and stress eating. (Stress eating? If Sublime Doughnuts was down the street from ME instead of 9 hours away... I'd gain 40 pounds.)

I got a text from my girlfriend, Lola, that kind of put it in perspective. We were texting about our kids and schools and our concerns and she said, "We're going to be OK. They're going to be fine..."

And I think she's right. It's just getting to that place called "Fine" that has me rattled on a cellular level.

Grades, SATs, Eagle Scout, college apps starting in 10 months, volunteer hours, etc, etc, etc. Blech.

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This is the season in Florida where you can put a potted plant outside and in three months it'll turn into a tree. This is the season where my husband obsesses about the grass and how often it must be cut.

I swear he lays in bed listening to see if he can hear the grass growing....

We have taken on my Mother's Crape Myrtle obsession and we're pricing them out today. I suspect that in the next few weeks we will have Crape Myrtle's in our yard!

That's all for now...

Posted by Boudicca at July 16, 2011 08:49 AM
Comments

Yay, short hair!

Posted by: roses at July 16, 2011 11:23 AM

My husband HATES crape myrtles. We had a guy over to give an estimate on some yard work, and my husband mentioned having the guy taking down the crape myrtles. The yard guy's eyes got really big as he asked my husband if he realized what they would cost to buy.

There still there.

Posted by: Mrs. Who at July 16, 2011 01:23 PM

'they're still there'.

Posted by: Mrs. Who at July 16, 2011 01:23 PM

I love short hair!

Mrs. Who, Oh we love them. They just add so much color. Our yard is so... S. FL green. Blech.

Posted by: Bou at July 16, 2011 10:51 PM

WTH is a crape myrtle?

Posted by: PeggyU at July 17, 2011 02:43 AM

While my grandmother was not my favorite person, she had a crape myrtle in her yard that you could wrap your arms around the trunk... it was huge and I LOVED the trunk. It was so cool. I have tried twice to grow them... I think I may have to try a third time...

Posted by: vwbug at July 17, 2011 06:14 AM

What is it about men and grass? I swear my husband is addicted to grass and I'm talking centipede here not the illegal stuff. It has been raining most of the weekend. He has been pacing and grumbling about not being able to cut it.

Posted by: sticks at July 17, 2011 07:01 AM

I seem to remember mentioning hair cutting, long or short, recently. Glad you took the plunge. I haven't, yet. I may go 3" shorter, but I think that's it.

I love donuts, too. I had an uncle in Texas who owned a donut shop. Gawd, I loved to go visit him!

As for stress and the kids- I've learned that you cannot control the outcome once they are past a certain age. Too many outside influences. You just hope that what you taught them prior kicks in and all will be well.
Everything will be okay in the end. If it's not okay, it's not the end.
I suspect you are actually struggling with the changing of the guard. From active participant to unwilling spectator in your children's lives (a couple, anyway).

I like crape myrtle's, too. I hate Rose of Sharon.

Posted by: Rave at July 17, 2011 08:46 AM

Peggy- Crape Myrtles are flowering trees in the South. They come in different varieties from 5 ft to 20 ft and different color flowers... watermelon red, pinks, purples, and white. The new hybrids are resistant to disease. They also hold up pretty well during hurricanes, which is why we're looking at them.

VW-Some of the trunks can get huge and the different varieties have different kinds of trunks. I think some of them even shed...

Sticks- Is it a man/FL thing? Do other men in other states sit there and freak about it raining and now they can't get the grass cut? I swear he has this 6th sense where he can hear it grow, like it's calling his name and taunting him.

Rave- I did, I took the plunge and I love it! I really do! It's very sassy.

Actually I'm not struggling with my going from active to spectator. I'm so looking forward to it I'm thinking of starting some sort of 6 year Advent Calendar where I get a piece of chocolate every day I get closer to them leaving.

My aunt has a Rose of Sharon and it's really really pretty. Do they have something about them that is evil??

Posted by: Bou at July 17, 2011 08:56 AM

I so want Crape Myrtles but don't know where to buy them locally; scoped out various nurseries but the varieties are invariably hideous. I want the type we grew in Texas.

Told Arthur about Sublime and the first thing out of his mouth? "Do they ship?" LOL!

I need a haircut in the worst way... this time the scraggly mess is going very short... with more highlights! Whatever we do, it'll just grow back out, right? ;)

Posted by: pam at July 17, 2011 11:00 AM

Well, at least one man in WA paces back and forth when it is raining and the grass needs to be cut!

Posted by: PeggyU at July 18, 2011 11:23 AM

Pam... he so needs to ship. How do you keep a doughnut fresh though? Harry and David does it. He has to figure it out...

Posted by: Bou at July 20, 2011 09:11 PM