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July 3rd, 2011

Dang, summer gets busy, doesn’t it?

Happy Sunday to y’all. And to those of you patriotic types out there, happy Fourth of July. Try not to blow up anything right outside my bedroom window, okay? OK! Hey, I know I’ve been missing in action. But I also know that you don’t read blogs anymore, cuz you’re so busy with that little hussy, Facebook. I have a whole long essay I’d like to write, re: Facebook, but they did a switch-up and made it so you can easily cancel a friend request, if you so desire. And that makes me happy because, you know. Drunk Facebooking: Why It’s Bad.

Kidding! I stopped drinking two months ago! Just booze. I still drink water and iced tea, fyi.

So I cannot blame The Booze for anything anymore. But I never could, anyway. I don’t really know where I’m going with this, but I’ve lost some weight and my blood sugars seem to be not freaking out as much, and that’s good.

Oh. Here’s a social etiquette FB question for you: Let’s say you have a friend, and your friend changes her home number, her cell number, gets a new job, doesn’t give you any of the three new numbers… OK. That’s bad enough, right?

(“Grab a fucking clue!” — my drug-addicted friend’s drug addict boyfriend, when I called her before noon one time. She hung up, then when I called back, he yelled that in the background and she hung up again. Later, this happened. (Different guy.) Uh, yeah. I used to have the sweetest friends!)

Where was I? OK, the phone number thing, then she de-friends you on FB. But keeps your husband as a friend? I think not. She’s not even real-life friends with him! We were friends from, you know, back in the day, WTF? Steve is all, Cat fight, i’m out of here. hahaha. I sent her a friend request, then thought, What am I, nuts? (Grabbing clue, canceling friend request.) The Nice Girl inside of my head keeps saying, primly, I’m sure it was all a big mistake.


Here’s how kids cry in the suburbs: “Hu-waaaaaaaaah, hu-waaaaaaaaaaaaaaah, hu-waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh…”

Here’s what the moms say: “If everyone can’t play together nicely, then everyone will have to go home.”

Kids: “Nooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!”

(verbatim dialogue from across the street.)

So my question is, I guess: Do I call her? Oh, wait… Alright, if she calls me, do I ask, WTF? Do I send her a message on FB, asking her if we’re still friends? (What am I, a teenager here?) We didn’t have a fight or anything, that I can recall. To the best of my recollection. She got pissed off about something, but that was a long time ago, and I thought we patched it up? (It wasn’t me, anyway — it was a third person, and was just lame.) (I wasn’t even there, alright? Long story, nevermind.)

(here’s some skateboarder dialogue from midnight, the other night. we live on a steep hill that the long-boarders loooooooooooooove. It’s like the Mountain Dew action tour, every frickin’ day):


1st skater: “Aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!”

2nd skater: “Dude!”

1st skater: “Dude, seriously. I just fucked up my leg.” (Thirty-second pause.) “It’s okay, it’s just fractured, not broken.”

(thoughts from Dr. Mom: Really? Without an x-ray you just diagnosed that in less than one minute? Wow, you are good!)

2nd skater: “Which direction did your board go?” (we live in the suburbs — it’s like the country out here, at night — dark and everyone asleep in the barn.)

1st skater: “That way. Aiiiiiiiiiiiiii why did I think I could pull that one off?”


What else? Steve and the kids made me the best birthday dinner last night. (The guys were out of town last week, so we had a belated celebration.) Homemade Cheese Ravioli (thank you, Wacky Girl — your pasta-making skills astound me) and Cake Poppers, a la Zoot. (Thank you, Wacky Boy, for your willingness to smush together cake and frosting and turn it into art). (More pix over here.)

What? It’s not your birthday?

Frances (from “A Birthday for Frances”): “That is how it is, Alice. Your birthday is always the one that is not now.”

i (heart) my family for a lot of reasons, and especially because they always make my birthday special.

Now they’re at a family barbecue, and I am not. Which means I need to get back to editing, already.

hugs and kisses, little fishes,



  1. Winn says

    Lots of stuff going on here…

    1. First off, Happy Birthday! Sounds like an awesome birthday. (You like how I went and did #1 and then said first? I thought so. You’re welcome.)

    2nd. (See how I condensed it that time? Again, you’re welcome.) You and me are on the same page: I haven’t had anything to drink (except water and stuff) since late March and MY blood sugar is getting better too. Who’da thunk?

    Thirdly. (Fancy now, eh?) Doesn’t sound like much of a friend. If she can’t tell you what’s bothering her, she’s not worth it. Unless you really really effed up and just can’t remember. If you did, good luck. ;)

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  2. Wacky Mommy says

    Winn, firstly, thank you! Lastly, yeah, I don’t *think* I effed up, but I’ve been wrong before, ha. nancy

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  3. edj says

    Happy Belated! Let’s together and celebrate! I will do the alcohol-consuming for the two of us! And I suspect that your former FB friend is the one with the problem. It’s not me is it? ;)

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  4. Nan says

    I’d just let former facebook friend go. She may have just been having a major cull, I do that all the time. I go through and unfriend fifty people. Perhaps with her new job stress she thought she should look more manly and professional on fb? Who the heck knows??

    HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! Sam’s is on Friday too. And other dear ones. Part month!

    I drank one glass of wine too many last night and this has to stop!

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  5. Wacky Mommy says

    Beth, i’d love that. It’s not you, funny girl ;)

    Nan, THANK YOU! and happy birthday to Sam. i (heart) June, July, August and Sept.


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  6. Jenny says

    Yep, haven’t been in the blogging world lately, which I do like better than Facebook, but have been hanging at Ravelry. There’s just too much drama on facebook and I can’t even read any of it workwise since I am now a supervisor at work. But enough about me…..I wouldn’t worry about the non friend issue, but to be evil, let your husband ditch her.
    Now I want to check out google+, but darn wasn’t cool enough to get an invite.

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