March 11, 2008
Caption Contest Winner
The winner of this caption contest is: Liz from This Full House.
“Jeez, but I’m feeling SO overwhelmed and I couldn’t possibly do ANOTHER cover!”
My darling husband couldn’t decide which of the entries he liked best, so I told him to put names in a hat and draw one. He decided that he didn’t want to be the one to pull the winning slip of paper, so he enlisted Dawson’s help.
When Dawson reached into the hat and pulled out the winning piece of paper he yelled, “Abba Go Gabba Dabba” (we have been reading the same book for three days called The Magic Rabbit so this could be why) and Comment #3 was the chosen one.
Congratulations, Liz!
Thank you all for playing!
March 8, 2008
Sweet Cherry Wine
I must have been a hippie in a previous life. The song Sweet Cherry Wine by Tommy James and the Shondells is one of my favorites, and I’ve got an old 45 record of it on my jukebox (for real, I have a jukebox in my dining room).
When listening to the song today, I started to realize the lyrics are almost timeless.
Sweet Cherry Wine
Come on, everyone we gotta get together now
Oh yeah, love’s the only thing that matters anyhow
And the beauty of life can only survive
If we love one another
Oh yeah, yesterday my friends were marching out to war
Oh yeah, listen now we ain’t a marching anymore
No we ain’t gonna fight
Only God has the right
To decide who’s to live and die
He gave us sweet cherry wine
so very fine
Drink it right down, pass it all around
So stimulating, so intoxicating
Sweet cherry wine
To open your mind
And everybody’s gonna feel so fine
Drinking sweet cherry wine
Yes they will
Watch the mountain turn
To dust and glow away
Oh Lord, you know there’s got to be a better way
And the old masquerade is a no soul parade
Marchin’ through the ruins of time
To save us He gave us sweet cherry wine
Sweet cherry wine, so very fine
Drink it right down
Pass it all around
So stimulating, so intoxicating
Sweet cherry wine
Drink it with your brother
Trust in one another, yeah, yeah
He gave us sweet cherry wine
Sweet cherry wine
Drink it right down
Pass it all around
People don’t you know the cup is running over
Or maybe, I’m just a Catholic hippie. Tommy James wrote this song to express is Christian beliefs, as the “sweet cherry wine” represents the blood of Jesus Christ. This song was also released during the height of pychedelia, so that could explain the ‘brotherly love” feeling of the song. Sweet Cherry Wine is also the closest that James ever got to a protest recording (of the Vietnam war).
The song could definitely fit the Iraq war, I think.
March 7, 2008
The Very Bad Day
I have no idea why I’m still awake. The day was very long and chaotic. Crazy insane. I have lots to tell you, but right now my mind and body are screaming, “Go back to bed, Woman!”
I’ll have to give you a bullet post. (And just so you know, I’m so exhausted that I almost wrote “butt post” but obviously, that sounds ridiculous, yet totally funny. I should have kept it in.)
- Long before I joined the ranks of the unemployed, the hubs and I applied for a mortgage refinance loan with Very Large Bank, only to be rejected because I have less than stellar credit (this is mostly because I was naive in college and foolishly used credit cards to pay for school textbooks and other “necessities” like clothes. And beer.), and their underwriting department sucks monkey balls (they put us through a three ring circus and it was not fun at all). Needless to say, we’ve found Small Local Bank through my parents and the loan process is looking good (the loan officer was honest and forthcoming with all the information, and get this, he told us the truth; more about this in a full post later). In fact, the appraiser called us this morning and said he wanted to come to our house this afternoon to do his appraisal. I spent three hours cleaning the house, even after working from home. (Yes! I am working from home! I love it. Again, more on that later.)
- I sent Dawson to daycare today so that I could do my work and then clean the house without having that little tornado throw his junk all over the place every ten minutes. Let me tell you, Dawson WAS NOT happy to go. I believe he has become insanely attached to me since I’ve been home for almost three weeks. I can no longer pee in private, and this poses a huge problem, because I have PMS from HELL. Seriously, today we had our very own SATC episode that involved me slamming the door on my kid, and practically giving him a
percussion (remind me to tell you about the FUCKING STUPID DRUM SET Auntie Rachel gave him, that he won’t stop banging on. Not good during Mommy’s Time of the Month, let me say that right now) concussion, all because I didn’t want him to see me put a tampon in. Some things must be kept private, yenno? Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah. Daycare. He didn’t want to go. I had to bribe him with a visit to the “O Store” (that’s what he calls it, can you guess why?) to get “crash car toys”.
- Fast forward through work and cleaning, after the appraiser left, I took a twenty minute cat nap. The silence truly was golden.
- After picking up Dawson from daycare, I made good on my promise, drove to Target and spent forty-fucking-five minutes in the toy aisles. Dawson decided he no longer wanted the crash car toys. He wanted “something else, Mommy.” Normally, I’m all about Tar-jay, but honestly, do they think I’m dumb enough not to realize that all the expensive toys are on the bottom shelves, eye level with my kid? As I sat on the floor of one aisle (because the PMS cramps were going to kill me if I didn’t) I suffered through 80 million, “Mommy, can I have this toy?” questions, when finally Dawson decided on more CARS accessories. We then went all the way across the store to get shampoo and the kid decides he wants SpongeBob matchbox cars instead. I truck all the way back to swap the toys and back to the front of the store where we finally pay for our stuff and go home.
- Once we arrive at our humble abode, Dawson plays with his new toy for all of five minutes and 37 seconds, and begins screaming like a banshee that he really wanted the crash car toys (and I ASKED HIM 5 TIMES IN THE STORE IF HE WAS SURE HE WANTED THE OTHER TOY AND NOT THE CRASH CAR TOYS) instead.
- This is when I lost my temper, yelled at the top of my lungs, “FOR THE LOVE OF SPONGEBOB, WILL YOU SHUT UP? YOU MADE YOUR CHOICE, NOW FUCKING DEAL WITH IT.”
- After that little Mommy Meltdown, I promptly put myself to bed and told the hubs to deal with the kid and his problems. (My poor husband. At least he knew to stay out of my way, today.)
- An hour later, Dawson crawled into bed with me and said, “I’m sorry Mommy. I want to take a nap with you. You’re my best friend, Mommy.”
- I feel like the scum of the earth. Guilt is eating away at me. Bad Mommy. Bad, bad, bad.
