The Big DumpTruck

I have a ridiculous ear worm stuck in my head right now. And because I love all of you, and to punish you for not working harder to make me the Voice of My Generation, I am going to share it with you.

“I Like ‘Em Big and Stupid” by Julie Brown. And no, I have no idea why that is in my head. I think it may be time to pull out the Archos to listen to something else. Maybe try to reclaim my youth by listening to Jesse McCartney. Should I be embarrassed to say that I like his stuff? Well too bad. I do.

It’s only Tuesday. Oy.

To celebrate 12 years of wedded bliss (*snort*) yesterday, we all went bowling. And because it was a special occasion, we didn’t go to our typical candlepin bowling alley (for the rest of the country – those are the little balls, three per-frame), no indeed, we went to Gardner Ten Pin.

And as I flung my big pink ball down the lane, I couldn’t help but wonder: is there anything more annoying than hanging your thumbnail ripped off because the thumb hole on your bowling ball isn’t the right size?

I would be remiss if I didn’t point out that Junior whooped our butts. Sure, he had bumpers, but his score on the 2nd string was 133. I was the only other person to break 100, with 115. First string my total was only 85. 133! Mommy’s little bowler!

7:30 on a Sunday night…isn’t that just the worst time of day of the whole week? Enough time for you to think “What can I squeeze in before I have to go to bed” and not enough time to actually do something. And so it goes, another weekend spirals down the drain. Wheeeeeeee!

Yesterday was a good day…the step kids were up and thank God for that. My step-daughter helped me run my game booth at the lawn party, and I can’t even fathom what I would have done without her help. It really was a 2-person game. I’m going to mention that to them for next year’s planning. And then noon rolled around and nobody showed up to relieve us. At 12:15 they finally just shut down our game (I have no idea for how long) because I really couldn’t stay there any longer. I was starving and had to go to the bathroom. Not necessarily in that order.

Then after we all kind of passed out for a while, we all went to eat at the Japanese steakhouse part of Chopsticks. It was a sacrifice on the parts of Junior and his brother cause they don’t like that food so much. Except actually, Junior did eat some of the chicken, which pleased me, and a few bites of rice. I looked at the $11.00 for his meal as being better than paying a babysitter. Plus they all had a blast – what’s not to love about food being prepared in front of you? This was actually where I wanted to go for dinner to celebrate our anniversary, and because it was a kid weekend, we really had to go somewhere with everyone. I’m so glad they were willing to go. It was a great meal.

After that, we headed over to Tri-Town Drive-In to see Kicking and Screaming. It was pretty good; there were some genuinely funny parts, but it wasn’t as drop-dead funny that I thought it could be. I’d see it again, but hey, by going to the drive-in to see it at $15 a carload with 5 people is not shabby. If you go, just remember the bug spray. It’s nasty outside at night without it.

I’m off to work a game book at the elementry school’s lawn party today. The weather is questionable…I’m hoping that I’ll be inside somewhere because spending the next two hours standing outside in the dank air doesn’t thrill me.

But it’s only two hours, and Mr. Crunchy’s wife (Mrs. Crunchy?) is doing the Avon Walk for Breast Cancer this weekend. I know some of you sponsored my sister when she did this walk last year – thanks again for that. So if you hadn’t already sponsored someone and were looking to, why not visit her pledge page and throw a few bucks her way? Every dollar helps, and whether you are a billionaire (I’m sure I’ve got a lot of billionaires reading my site every day. That’s what gets me through my morning, really. That and tea. And pastry. But mostly the thought that billionaires are fans of mine), or like me, aren’t quite in that tax bracket.

In other news…Junior spent all day yesterday throwing up. He was up at 5am on the potty with a “bad belly” but we thought he got rid of it. The school called at 10am to tell me he’d, you know, in his classroom. I got him and he spent from 10:30 or so to 9pm randomly napping and throwing up. That was fun. And this morning, we were awakened by the sound of the electric substation down the street blowing up. BOOOOOM. At quarter of six. So Junior runs in to tell us his belly feels better. At quarter of six. And step-son runs in to tell us the electricity is out. At quarter of six.

Did I mention I’ve been up since quarter of six?

Nobody from Hollywood has called regarding my show idea from yesterday. I wonder what the problem is?