| Friday, July 28, 2006 |
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That guy is back |
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In case you didn't already know, Sean took the position as IT Guy at KSR. He was hoping that, upon giving notice at the bank, he would be escorted to the door by security so that he couldn't hack anything. Alas, they gave him more work to do for his last two weeks. Bummer. You could still see a difference in him immediately. His dimples came back and he drank a beer and talked to strangers at Goddess Church Monday night. Wednesday he gabbed with me while I downed that pitcher of sangria and chainsmoked in the kitchen. We talked and laughed and had fun together. Then, he went to work yesterday and they told him to pack his cube up and begone! Oh raptuous JOY! No more bank! No more commute! No more getting a new boss every 6 months! He is that guy I married two years (even though he insists it has been 3 years) ago again. I thought that guy had been offed long ago, never to be seen again. He was just buried somewhere inside there and has made a triumphant escape. Yeah! Like a dungbeetle crawling from the steaming pile of shit that is UMB, Sean has emerged, ready to have fun again! So come to the house and celebrate lots of B-Days tonight - me, Meggie, Clinty, Debi, and Sean - who has been born again.
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| posted by Rosie @ 7/28/2006 12:38:00 PM |
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| Thursday, July 27, 2006 |
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Mi casa es tu casa |
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So I guess there is a pre-party cooking party at mi casa tonight. I have to make savory cheesecakes and dolmas, but I drank all the sangria last night. Oooppps! Sorry ladies. There is plenty of cheep yellow beer in the frig, leftovers from the Cowgirls and Tits Wedding Shower that was thrown for Rikki a couple of weeks ago. I even bought tomato juice for red beers - ahhhhhh, a summertime treat! Anyone want a kitten? We started calling her Mabel, but that has morphed into Maybe. Maybe she's a girl, maybe we'll keep her. She is real sweet and would look great in your lap. Really, it's true. And how did it get to be the end of July already? Only 3 more weeks of dealing with these kids all day! It makes me think of that Far Side where the mom cockroach is threatening to step on her own children because they are everywhere under foot. Gah! They are making me nuts today.
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| posted by Rosie @ 7/27/2006 10:10:00 AM |
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| Tuesday, July 25, 2006 |
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Sit tight and listen keenly |
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While I tell you about the party. Directions to XBar Ranch.... South on Iowa/US 59 to one mile south of Zarco. Turn left/east on N 550 Road and go one mile to 1348. Big yellow farmhouse on your left. Feel free to camp. Please bring a lawn chair. Well-behaved dogs and kids are welcome. I don't think Harley will be present... not sure yet. Sean made some homebrew and we'll have snacks. See you there.
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| posted by Rosie @ 7/25/2006 09:50:00 AM |
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| Sunday, July 23, 2006 |
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My babies |
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Harley and Mandy, my favorite napping partners, even though they both wiggle too much.
Can you tell I learned how to put pics up?
Mandy with Andrea's legs and the kitten I found on the way home at 2 this morning. Want a kitten? - it's really sweet.
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| posted by Rosie @ 7/23/2006 08:33:00 PM |
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I Wish I Were a Princess |
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 Andrea in all her glory at her B-Day gathering today.
You may remember the song, I Wish I Were a Princess which was featured in Hairspray. The song helped define the girl-group sound made even more popular by the likes of the Ronettes (what the eff was Phil Specter thinking later in life?) and the Shangri-la's. Little Peggy March recorded this tune in 1963 whn she was 15, but she was much more famous for her hit I Will Follow Him. I wish I were a princess
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| posted by Rosie @ 7/23/2006 07:35:00 PM |
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| Saturday, July 22, 2006 |
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Baggage |
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So Lucile, Gypsy and I have been having a conversation abut baggage. Drew left me with some baggage, and he also left a lot of his shit around my house when I told him it was time to go. A stupid mutt that he finally claimed and I had to deliver to him, 2 really awful cats that he left here for months as well, a piece-o-shit car that we have thought about throwing on the bonfire every year - but it's too toxic to burn. I just used one thing that he left behind that I thought would never be useful to me, but after holding onto it for 5 years, lo and behold, I used it. It's a Pampered Chef cake tester. A fancy piece of thin metal with a handle. I thought toothpicks always worked just fine, or a quick poke with a finger. I just discovered how necessary this device is since I am baking a Princess Cake for my neice Andrea's birthday party which is tomorrow at my house. She is five, going on 25. The Princess Cake is very deep, and takes a while to bake in the special pan from the wizards of cakery - Wilton. I hop up every 3 minutes to see if the obnoxious timer on my oven can make it get bake faster so that I can turn the oven off. At least it is cooler outside than inside, unlike during the cookie-baking madness that took place for SJ's fundraising when it was 106 F outside. I tried to figure out how to bake cookies on the grill, but I didn't want to sit next to the grill all afternoon, searing my flesh and chainsmoking. Drew left behind some other useful things....towels that get used for really nasty messes (dog puke and such, not emotionally nasty messes), his wedding albums from his life with SHE WHO MUST NOT BE NAMED. We actually referred to her as Voldemort. I recently threw them in the trash, and felt horrible guilt about it until the girlfriends told me not to worry. If he wanted his damn wedding albums, he could've taken them when he took his stuff along with some of my things that the weasledick borrowed permanently. He also left me with a great sense that I will not put up with bullshit. At least in theory. So pack up your troubles in your old kit-bag and smile, smile, smile.
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| posted by Rosie @ 7/22/2006 08:49:00 AM |
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| Friday, July 21, 2006 |
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In case you didn't know them |
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Marty Robbins has been on my mind a lot lately. He was my Dad's all time fave. I remember riding in his truck, pulling a trailer full of horses and listening to MR on the ole 8 track player. I was too clueless to know how cool he was. I was into Alabama, George Straight, and whatever new-wave music my pal Scott (of Mysterious Skin fame) brought to us - INXS, Alphaville (more on them another time), B-52's, eurotrash with lots of synth and big bangs. The louder we were screaming Bow Wow Wow out the car, the better. I recently had the pleasure of sitting with the human jukebox around a campfire. Jon could play anything you asked for. I asked for El Paso and he didn't know it, but 10 minutes later he did. I couldn't remember the words. POOP! Here they are so that you can sing along next time. Out in the West Texas town of El Paso I fell in love with a Mexican girl. Night-time would find me in Rosa's cantina; Music would play and Felina would whirl. Blacker than night were the eyes of Felina, Wicked and evil while casting a spell. My love was deep for this Mexican maiden; I was in love but in vain, I could tell. One night a wild young cowboy came in, Wild as the West Texas wind. Dashing and daring, A drink he was sharing With wicked Felina, The girl that I loved. So in anger I Challenged his right for the love of this maiden. Down went his hand for the gun that he wore. My challenge was answered in less than a heart-beat; The handsome young stranger lay dead on the floor. Just for a moment I stood there in silence, Shocked by the FOUL EVIL deed I had done. Many thoughts raced through my mind as I stood there; I had but one chance and that was to run. Out through the back door of Rosa's I ran, Out where the horses were tied. I caught a good one. It looked like it could run. Up on its backAnd away I did ride, Just as fast as I Could from the West Texas town of El Paso Out to the bad-lands of New Mexico. Back in El Paso my life would be worthless. Everything's gone in life; nothing is left. It's been so long since I've seen the young maiden My love is stronger than my fear of death. I saddled up and away I did go, Riding alone in the dark. Maybe tomorrow A bullet may find me. Tonight nothing's worse than this Pain in my heart. And at last here I Am on the hill overlooking El Paso; I can see Rosa's cantina below. My love is strong and it pushes me onward. Down off the hill to Felina I go. Off to my right I see five mounted cowboys; Off to my left ride a dozen or more. Shouting and shooting I can't let them catch me. I have to make it to Rosa's back door. Something is dreadfully wrong for I feel A deep burning pain in my side. Though I am trying To stay in the saddle,I'm getting weary, Unable to ride. But my love for Felina is strong and I rise where I've fallen, Though I am weary I can't stop to rest. I see the white puff of smoke from the rifle. I feel the bullet go deep in my chest. From out of nowhere Felina has found me, Kissing my cheek as she kneels by my side. Cradled by two loving arms that I'll die for, One little kiss and Felina, good-bye.
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| posted by Rosie @ 7/21/2006 06:39:00 PM |
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| Thursday, July 13, 2006 |
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On the Road again |
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Oh JOY! I am off to Rockford, Illinois tomorrow morning, but before I go I needed to make an announcement: Party time! Excellent! July 28th. Party on! 1348 North 550th Road (my house) Celebrate the birth of the house, me, Clinty, Gypsy, and Debi-san. Leo powers unite, drink beer all night! Seanie is brewing a special batch of homebrew, but bring more since, well, you know how we are around here. More details soon.
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| posted by Rosie @ 7/13/2006 10:25:00 PM |
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| Wednesday, July 05, 2006 |
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Independence Day |
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I must have had a great weekend because I can't remember most of it. There was a night of bar hopping and bahama mamas; Starlight and drag queens; a wedding shower at my house with 1.5 hours notice; a family reunion. No wonder I can't remember it. That old feeling of not belonging didn't sneak in until I got up Monday morning to drive to my uncle's near Clearwater to go thru the family stuff and disperse it. I have had too hard of a June to then have to go deal with the neurotic extended family and see pics of my dad as a child. July 1 was the 5-year-anniversay of his death. Five years ago today we buried him. We raised the obligatory redbeers and hot damn shots at Missie B's while the Flo Show carried on with catcalls and insults right beside us. I choked back the tears when I tried to give a toast to my father,who left us too early. I have choked back a lot of tears lately, but I can feel the flood waters rising and the levy is almost saturated with the deluge of emotional exhaustion that is drowning me. I was greeted by my really cool uncle-by-marriage up from Oklahoma, who hugged me while the hosting uncle and very uncool uncle from Texas insulted me in the only way they know how to relate to their neices - with "cracks" about hair color, marital status, weight, and references to people that we used to be and no longer are. I almost cried right then. He asked how I was and my reply was that I had experienced a really shitty month and was not looking forward to being insulted all day. I kept to myself most of the day. I was summoned downstairs to the warehouse of stuff, and snuck away when I could to return to caring for the children, which was a great distraction. All I could think of was getting away and returning to my own stomping ground where I am welcomed all the time with loving arms and friendly insults about the person I am. I wanted to go home. Home is no longer where my family is. My favorite aunt and uncle, having flown in from Virginia, had already established that they were hanging with my brother's family and my cousin's family. There was no room for anyone else in their little gathering. I wanted to go home. My mother was busy with her own brand of crazy and could only focus on bullying everyone into going to Wichita to the restaurant she had decided we were going to. HER TREAT she kept screaming. She won. We all eventually loaded up to eat a delicious dinner served by a surly ass with a highly coifed mullet who probably is from ElDorado (sorry Gypsy) and knows why the hell the road is named after Nick Badwey. The hubby came down Tuesday to a cool cousin's and hid inside getting to know him most of the day. I sweated by the pool and improved my tan and tried to not get caught up in the argument between his sister and her father about the evening's plans. We left. We were starving and drove all the way home, attempting to eat in Emporia, Williamsburg, and Ottawa with no luck. We came HOME and scrounged something out of the frig and I slunk off to my own bed and slept like a baby. Why does family bring out the worst in some of us? Why is it so hard to be the same person I am at my own house when I am with them? Why do I not belong with these people? For the same reasons that I did not get invited to my 20 year high school reunion (which happened after 19 years). "I guess we couldn't find you" was the answer then. I guess they can't find me. I am someone else and that doesn't jive with who I am supposed to be in their paradigm. I have found me living right at home in Douglas County. With my family - who don't share my last name, my DNA, or my childhood experiences. I am home. Thanks for having me.
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| posted by Rosie @ 7/05/2006 02:11:00 PM |
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