A Superstitious Drinking Problem….

OK.. I love a good time, a little boogie, a little drink and what have you. But a lesson I have failed to learn in my almost 20 years of drinking alcohol, is to stay AWAAAAY from hard alcohol. Never. Learn.

This last weekend I went to fabulous dress up funk party. Great music. Coolest people. Sweet funkadelic outfits. Yes, Jennyonthespot was there.  What would a party be without her, right?   I had a couple glasses of wine over a 2+ hour period of party prepping. Once at the Funk Fest.. I had 1 & 1/2 wicked ass strong mojitos over the next couple of hours. Wine works nice and slow like in my blood. Beer too. But liquor.. he’s a different beast. Its like Chuck Norris in my veins. One moment I’m standing there.. the next an un-called for round house kick to the skull knocks me out.

No…”oh I feel a buzz.. tee hee.. I better slow down!” Nope. It’s now you see me, now I see the floor. The worst part of it all, and I still can not get over this, is that just as the shit hit, I hear… oh….. is that…”Superstition?” By Stevie Wonder of all Wonders? I. Have. To. Dance! My body was MADE for that song?!?! I listen to it every stinkin’ day. This was my moment. Because, you know…….


Apparently not. I tried. I failed. The moment was stolen from me by a mean mojito. As everyone else is feeling ‘very superstitious’ my hubs escorts me out, puts me in a van for a trip home (6 blocks) that has to stop at block 2 so I can hurl. I totally got sick at home too. I tried to crawl in bed.. you know where my husband found me? Face down on the floor, at the foot of my bed. Gosh, I was almost there……
I haven’t had a messed up night like this since, much younger days. I will try… really, really, try to not make this mistake again.  I could not bear to have my ‘Superstition’ stolen again.  

So, for all of you Stevie Wonder fans out there… here is THE MAN performing this awesome song on Sesame Street back in’73.  Yeah.. I was 2 years old, but as soon as I could walk I was dancing. Nuff said:



Double Heart Hurt

Today was one of those hum drum days for me. I never seemed to get motivated at work.. all distracty and such. The end of my day arrives.. kids are all leaving school, chaos, phone ringing…Lisa we need this, we need that and I just needed to leave to pick up my own kids from school.

My cell rings, its a long time dear friend. I answer quickly.. and say, “Hey can I call you right back?” She says a quick “Yes” followed by my “Ok!” and I manage to get out the door, into my car, buckled and before I even have the car in drive, I call her back.

She is sobbing.

I feel like an ass. She totally needed to talk to me, and I asked if I could call her right back. I should have known better. Dammit. But I was on the phone now and bracing for bad news.

She has to put her dog down..tonight. A tumor, causing her dog to be sick and uncomfortable. I am now sobbing because I love my girl so much.. and I love her dog. She’s been through this before, I was there and remember how painful it was for her. She loves very deeply, you know? You know people like this. I tell her I am on my way home (we are also neighbors) and Mark and I will help in any way we can, whether it is to take the kids for a while, or just be there with them. She says….she’ll call me in a bit when they decide what how to handle it.

I collect my emotions as best I can and pick up my kids from school. As we are about to turn from the school onto the main road home, my friend’s husband drives by on his way home from the vet. He sees me and gives a quick wave, and then I see her…..that sweet dog I’ve known for years, sticking her head out the passenger window enjoying the speed and the wind the way dogs were meant to. I turn and follow in the direction of our homes and just lose it, watching her joyful last ride, ears flapping in the wind.

That was a double heart hurt.

I had this whole in my chest, thinking about my friend and how she must be feeling. And then just when I’ve got my self in control, I see her dear dog in all her dog joy glory. It hurt so bad, but had a sweet silver lining too.

I don’t know what else to say, just am so sad. I love very deeply too, and my dog is going to be 13 this year. I posted all about my love for her last summer, check it out if you want.

Anyway.. that’s all.

Can’t Help With That!

You know how your kids expect you to be able to solve their unsolvable problems? Like….when their foot falls asleep? I mean really, what am I supposed to do with that?

We are in the van, Mark’s driving, I’m at the dance club in my brain getting down, breaking out AMAZING moves to the Bee Gees when I hear my son:
Mom! Mom! My foot is asleep!

The colorful lights of my in-brain disco fade to the dreary gray rainy day outside my passenger window. I pause the iPod. I turn around to see him rapidly bouncing his little legs in agony. I can’t help with this! But for his sake, I will try.

Wiping the ‘interupted my dance fantasy’ cranky look from my face, I smile at him and say, “Baby, which one hurts?” He points to the still bouncing left foot. I tell him, “Ok, raise that foot into the air, that’s it, just like that, ok?” Then, look at him, then his foot, and with tone and volume to wake a corpse I yell:

“WAKE UP!!!!!

Really, what else could I do?

Mark and Ruby errupt into laughter, and then I do, because the desperate action required of this situation was quite funny.

But my boy is crying and does not think it funny that his mother tried to wake his sleeping foot by yelling at it.

Darn it! I guess that didn’t work so well.