ahhhhhh

drinking a martini-
car is packed-
ready to stick my feet in the sand.
this is the good life.

thinking of Jenne and chopped off my hair.

7 days to go

Every year for Steakbellie's life he has gone to the same adirondack mountain retreat. So every year since I have been with him, 15 and counting, i have been going too. Our kids have gone every year of there lives and one of them was actally concieved there ; It is a magical place . We all come back happy and refreshed. 7 days to go.

you go honey, results!

He did it! He and his super buddy , must now square off. Congratulations boys!!!

you go honey!

Steakbellie is in a competition tonight. I have a good feeling. I ony worry because in the next round he will have to face off with his buddy!

ohh those wildwood days

the neighbors have a house in wildwood Nj.
We went down for the weekend. Boy did this town bring back memories. It has changed a lot over the years, but I still get the same feeling when I'm there that compares to when I'm shopping in a Walmart.
I grew up at the Jersey shore and I was NEVER allowed in Wildwood.
It was percieved by us "Ocean City beach people" as the ultimate white trash, nasty, scum of the earth beach.
it was the place to sneak to after the prom because there were tons of shady motels where teenagers can rent a night for 30.00 bucks and cruise over to the liquor store and buy cases of Milwaukees Best and Boonesfarm without being carded.
I remember the summer of my junior year in high school, the ultimate rebel---
I went to Wildwood in a convertible with some random guy my parents hated because he was 21, a substitue teacher at my high school, and was striving to make it in the major leagues. Ahhhhh.. that was good stuff.. ( I got him fired;) )
He takes me to Wildwood (my parents think I'm with my best friend) and I think I am so cool.
He wants to get in my pants and all I want to do is get the upper cartilage of my left ear pierced. He's saying lets get some booze and a hotel, I'm saying let's go get my ear pierced. Hotel- ear-hotel-ear.
Finally, i slip away to a pay phone, remember those!!!
Call the best girlfriend and tell her to grab the guy who was totally in love with me at the time (and didn't stand a snowballs chance in hell) convince him to come pick my sorry ass up because I am in a total crappy situation with a sleezy 21 year old substitute teacher, baseball player wanna be in the slimiest town in southern NJ. Like a good friend, she and he save me. I think we said there was a "death in the family". i did fake tears and all !!!!!
Of course I got the earring from some seedy tarot card reading/free ear piercing shop on the boardwalk before we left.
it lasted about 24 hours before my mom saw it and yanked it out of my way cool ear.
I would sneak the earring back in every morning on my way to school,
senior year in my '87 pontiac grand am.
As I write this, I can still feel the hole in my ear when I rub it.
God damn, I used to be cool.
Those were the days.
The best friend I called, still my best friend, and we are still saving each other.

my day off

7:30 am-kiss husband good bye, welcome contrator in to spackle ceiling
wake up sleeping beauties
load dishwasher
swim teampractice and pictures- 2 hours
laundry- 4 loads
lunches
3o minute conversation with boss on phone (can't wait 'til Monday)
drop off 2 kids at friends
meet oldest at pool, swim 10 laps
bring home oldest son
take trash to curb
unload dishwasher
cut the grass, pick up dog shit
go to bank and cash check
poor glass of wine, defrost dinner
sit at computer, ahhhhhhh

stuck in the middle

Saturday night, we are having our annual block party. I am grabbing vodka from the freezer, the phone rings. I notice it is the hub from the "cheater" blogs wife. She is wasted and yelling! They have gone in their family acation t the shore. They are one official day down there and 4 days from her finding out he has had 2 chicks he has been conversing on his cell phone and emailing etc.
Slirring she says, "As myy fweind, tell me about how Bob was hanging all over Sally at the pool in front of all our despwate housewives friends and embarrassed the muther fuckkkkkin shit out of me!!!!"
i reply- "Oh Kate, he was fine, it was all just innocent drunk fun. He did nothing he wouldn't have done if you were there!" (Some other wife in the neighborhood who LOVES drama, told her he was being a real pig.)
She replys after she yells at Bob in the background to shut the hell up and I hear something crash against the wall. "You're a liar, I trust you to tell me the truth!!!! How can you side with him?" To this i reply... "KAte, i am not drunk enough to deal with you now, I love you and good night."

summer

sweaty, sunscreened little boys catching lightenting bugs,
sitting on the porch in the middle of the storm and rating the lightening bolts, the smell of fresh cut grass and a kick ass margarita after a long day at the pool.
I'm happy.

cheater ?

a married friend with kids, has an on-line love connecion, that spills over to text messaging and cell phone calls. The on-line love lives no too far (about 1 hour) and is also married with kids.
Both parties met in a survivors of gastric bypass support group and have lost about 100 pounds each. The last text message the wife found said"You are so crazeee. Love Ya- Dawn. " the kid over heard dad talking on his cell to this woman and squealed.
This is the third time in Steakbellie and my marriage we have gone through friends who have strayed. Very weird and ALWAYS effects the friendship.

Is this scenario cheating?