I'm "ga-xhausted"

I had a fabulous trip which I will detail perhaps tomorrow or Wednesday. Here are a few teasers....

My husband (fairly gracefully) tolerated the antics of me and one of my girlfriends goofballing all the way to Okemah, Oklahoma. It took us 10 hours to get there, and when it was just hea and I it took just over 8. He called it a "forced death march" even though we did want to go, we just were having fun along the way.

I saw Geronimo's gravesite.

The weather was a balmy 96ish instead of the 110ish we have seen other years.

The music and friendship was awesome.

The clouds hiding the sun were almost as good.

I am so freaking tired I can hardly see.

I will try to catch up on blogs and commenting soon--but bloglines is looking rather intimidating at the moment.

My neti pot is getting much use this week. I hate allergies.

Judy Collins can still hit the high notes.

Just a Quickie

Arrived safely in Okemah, not much time to spare after a long drive.

Great show by Country Joe McDonald. He focused on Woody Guthrie, but the encore was his Infamous "Viet Nam Rag," as seen on the Woodstock video "follow the bouncing ball." It gave me goose bumps.

Later, I'll have to catch up with all of you when I return. Be good and have lots of fun.

Randomness

It doesn't even qualify as bullets, because that would mean more organization.

I am thrilled to the point of pathology that Dove has a new deodorant that smells like grapefruit. I love anything citrusy for cleaning, bathing, etc. When I saw the commercial, I wanted to go to the store right then.

My boss called and asked me to work past my usual shift today. I informed her that I had an appointment. She asked, "What time?" I thought that was terribly intrusive and it hacked me off.

I got innundated with patients today and some of them had to wait more than an hour for me to see them. I felt really bad being the one with the chart to whom everyone looked hopefully when I went to the waiting room.

I asked my husband nicely if he would watch "The Bachelorette" with me tonight. His reply was, "Can I trade sex for watching it?" Sheesh, men.

I passed a post total of 500 between this one and the old one.

Sidney (the cat) is both obsessed and terrified of the vacuum.

When I asked him about the decor for the nursery, my brother (who has twins on the way) said, "Nursery?" Turns out it it "Jungle," but when I asked for further details (such as brand name), he said, "The usual kind, monkeys, lions, giraffes." My brother is as cool and weird as I am. He wasn't for the longest time...I'm glad he is now.

Leaving Wednesday morning for our annual trip to the Woody Guthrie folk festival. I am very, very excited. My wonderful, bestest friend from Philly is flying in tomorrow night and will drive up with us. I can't wait.

When we gave my father gray hairs

We all know that we have given our parents many gray hairs over the years, but one event in particular came to my mind this week.

I think I was about 13 years old, so that would make the step down of the sibs to be 12, 11, 10 and 8. Add my sister's friend so end up with another 11 year old to the mix. For some reason, my father chose to take all of us to the mall to purchase my stepmother's birthday gift. I think in retrospect, he would consider this a bad decision.

This was during the time of arcades--you know those places full of video games that kids today don't have to frequent because they have everything at their fingertips. My little brother and stepbrother were frequent attendees of arcades.

I'm unsure of the exact timeline of events, but the bottom line was this. All the kids got separated from each other, and my father couldn't find more than a couple of us at a time. He'd put us someplace and tell us to stay and go look for some more. When he returned, the ones he had 'caught' before would have gone away.

At one point, he gave my brothers the present to watch. They weren't paying much attention (Pac Man was getting that) and somebody nicked the present. My sister (at some point) went out to where she thought the car was and didn't see it. So she walked home. I think it was about 3 miles, much further (and on busier streets) than was reasonable even way back then. Somehow my father ultimately rounded us all up and we made it home--but still minus a present I'm sure he couldn't afford to lose.

The reason I remember this event is that I believe it was the last time I was spanked. My father called them "bashes," and they were doled out in specific numbers. We would be folded over his knee and get popped with an open hand. That day, we each got the number to match our age. Somehow the topic of spanking came up this week, and I remembered. When I talked to my dad he remembered also, and managed to laugh about it.

This wasn't the worst thing I ever did as a kid, but it was up there as far as trauma caused to a parent. How about you? When was one of the times you made your parents wish they never had kids?

Relaxing a bit

I won't get into the details here (they are boring and we have moved on), but this past weekend was a significant low point for me. The problems with Brownie seemed to take a big spike, and Sweetheart and I were just not on the same page about things. I now wonder if we were even in the same book. I was so discouraged that my stomach hurt, my head ached, and I wanted to hide under the covers and cry. I didn't do that exactly, but certainly took cover for a bit.

Last Tuesday the girls were here again, and I was really stressed about it. As it turned out, there was indeed another meltdown, but Sweetheart and I both took steps in the appropriate directions as far as dealing with it. And her reaction was different. It is such a relief to get evidence that what you are doing is a good thing because it is really hard to do even though you know it is a good thing. I hope you know what I mean, because I cannot possibly rewrite that sentence.

Then Brownie had her first session with the counselor. She initially didn't want to go, but left really excited about it. The therapist gave us positive feedback about her willingness to talk, her level of insight, and (yay) the fact that she did include me in the picture she drew of her family. (many steps do not do this--they still see their family as siblings and bio parents only.)

I am encouraged, and this is a good thing. I still feel stressed out, but not to the same degree. I am looking forward to an almost 3 day weekend (4 hours of call on Sunday), and then just working 2 days next week. We are going to a music festival with some amazing friends, and it will be good for all.

Have a happy and safe weekend.

Questions

Who else is wasting their life watching The Bachelorette?

What was the mother thinking who brought her child for surgery wearing earrings the size of an orange that said "sexy," a snug ass tshirt that said "Girls Rule" and the tightest jeans ever with the back pockets removed?

Why can't I start my time off work tomorrow instead of a week from tomorrow?

When did they rid of the little "spit sink" at the dentist office?

Where in the world is Carmen San Diego?

How did I end up with so many mongrels?

Any answers? Any more questions?

Conversation with Blondie

While changing the earrings of the Blonde one tonight (who is still a bit squeamish)

Blondie: (said with much drama) From the bottom of my heart, will you please be gentle with me? I'm a sensitive woman.
Sophie: You are not a woman yet.
Blondie: (giggles) Yeah, I know but it sounds better like that.

Then, a few moments later the two of them are talking like Valley Girls, and they know they are talking like Valley Girls. How the hell do two kids born in 1998 know about Valley Girls??