Tuesday

My mother is in a nursing home these days about 15 minutes from my house. Another good reason to keep a blog. There's the therapy value, but also a way for me to keep tabs on myself. Mom's relatively young. I figure she started really losing it about 8-12 years ago. She will be 70 this year. I am watching myself closely. She is living the confabulous life. Getting married to John Mellancamp (Do we have to listen to his music at the reception?), saving everyones life who was on tour with Travis Tritt as she wrested the pilot out of his seat to fly around a storm cloud, hanging out with Harry Connick, Jr. in New Orleans while she was stripping there, owning a multi-million $$$ house in Celebration, FL. Well. she really was a stripper...

Bruce's father has destroyed all of his short term memory with alcohol and I figure alocohol didn't help my mom any either. She spent several years really putting it away for fun and relaxation (and lunch and dinner) after my dad passed.

I found out I was pregnant with Bella about three weeks after my last great tear. My bosses at the time took all the girls who worked for them out to party. And we did. Many, many shots of tequilla worth of party. I asked Bruce not to drink so thast I could, to no avail. We left the Gwinnett mall area to head to Stone Mountain and ended up in Marietta (opposite direction). I was sick 3 times (not in the car) on the way home and I had to open the store the next day SO hung over and sick. NOT worth it. So I'm sober. I may have a drink once or twice a year. A drink.

But I find that I have more fun without it. I really don't have a problem with saying what's on my mind. And when I was drinking I would SAY THINGS and not have the presence of mind to defend myself. I can defend myself when I'm sober. It's no problem hanging out with my friends shooting pool at a bar cause theyre just the same as they continue to drink. Perhaps louder. No problem.

O.k. Bella's waiting to watch "Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron". And this is where she'll be watching it. I really must get a laptop.

Good Omens

Well last night was a lovely time. I spent several hours with Kristen and Rosa talking music. I got some lovely ideas from them for some cool stuff.
I talked to my firlend Steve. I called him Friday and he was out with friends from work. He called me and I was here with friends... well from here, I guess. I'll call him back today. And more about him later.
But here you go~ I finished "Good Omens" last night! Really great book. I started it on Friday. And, well, I had just barely gotten into the day of Armageddon (sp?) Saturday night. So last night I HAD to finish because I had to find out what happened at the end of the World and to the forces of Good and Evil. And the Antichrist. All I can say is we had better start taking better care of the planet. Love to Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaimon for surprised Chateau Lafitte and a superb bunch of folks to save us all.

Holy cow! I must say that I never thought a side effect of my job was not being able to sleep in on Saturdays. So, 6 a.m. and I've got my first cup. For the last 2 or 3 days I've been mildly agonizing over this blogging business. When I decided to do it, I had all these great Ideas and then as I thought about it more I was like, "Why are these so great?" Then last night as I was reading "Good Omens", I threw off my self doubt and just said, "What the HAY!" If the end of the world is that close, does it really matter? Well, maybe it does. There's no accounting for quantum physics... So, enough of my self examination. Let's jump into something.
Mi esposo is off to his friend's 50th birthday party tonight. Yay! After nearly 25 years together, I have no qualms about him going off to pretend he's 22 again. So we are having a Girls Night tonight! Kristen and Em & Lyds are coming over for whatever we can cook up. It will be so nice just to sit and visit. I suggested an over night for us all and we could just get up for church tomorrow and all go together! However, Kristen has to work at 6 tomorrow morning. Stinkbugs! I'll ask if I can keep her kids, then.
I have two girl friends. Kristen and I have been friends since right after our youngests were born. We met at church. Her husband had just gotten the youth minister job at Holy Trinity in Decatur and we met while we were hiding in the bushes for a smoke. Lovely people but latant bad girls, us two. Ha ha. Truth is, we are both too responsible to be too much trouble. Of course she is MUCH more responsible than I am. She is one of the rockinest people I know. It's nice to have another mom I can turn to and say, "If I dropped my kids off of a high bridge in North Carolina back country, do you think I'd get caught?" and she'll help me work it out.
My other friend is new. Her name is Susan and she is a new teacher at the school where I work. We've visited away from work a couple of times and we're both like, "Hey! I like you!". It's very cool and a little weird becuase we're both a little afraid of sounding sappy and stalker-ish. I find it truly amazing to find a friend with such similar thinking. We can almost finish each others sentences.
Well, I need to go clean up and hit the grocery store.

Number 1

I am Sue; honey, mom, daughter, secretary, good friend, teacher, a mess, the zen pool master, goof-off, hard worker, bitch, artist, cook, gardener, walker, student. Well, that's a little of who I am. This is my first blog. My friends are all doing it. I resisted for a long time, but it finally felt like the time was right.

I'm trying to do this with my cat in my lap and ideas whirring around my brain. In my family there is 1 me, 1 Bruce (spouse), 1 Rosa, 1 Ysabel, 1 Molly (all daughters) and 3 critters.

I am drinking my coffee an contemplating a flower bed that I started cleaning yesterday. I live in Georgia and the pollen is dreadful right now. The Weather Channel says Stay Inside! The flower fall out will turn you into something unrecognizable! But I go out. I have waited to be with my yard until the temeratures moved out out of the uncomfortable zone. And I miss being in the dirt and under the trees. When I come back inside, I have puffs of yellow pollen coming out of my clothes and hair, my eyes are puffy, my throat is clogged, I sound like Beavis (or Butthead) to others and like I'm in the bottom of a well to me. And so out I go again! Walking to Walgreens for smokes with Rosa. Oxymoron? I prefer to call it balance.
See you round like a donut!