Weekends and Wolfisms

Busy BUSY weekend!

Chickie is very much a wolf….engages whole heartedly in pack behavior. Friday night I dropped her and a friend off at the mall to see a movie and hang out. Not really sure they saw the movie but am relatively certain that much socializing was accomplished. Why am I also relatively certain that Chickie ranks right up there in alpha wolf status?

Saturday I lost my mind and went totally beserk in the nesting department. Finished unpacking every last box in the house. Even boxes that held wedding presents that haven’t seen the light of day since my FIRST wedding back in 1977. My trash cans runneth over. On the bright side – I can actually see the garage floor and am optimistic that I will soon have cleared enough space to squeeze my car in – nestled there between the beautiful old drafting table and the horrible evil wicked new lawn mower.

Saturday night Chickie went to go see “The Last Damn Show for Life”. Um… that would be the 4th Last Damn Show so far. Already planning for next year. While SOME of us folks here in diary land are whiny loser rock critics… others are forced into tortuous doses of Hip-hop music and culture. Oh yeah. I can quote you many lyrics of such notable ‘artists’ as Outkast, Ludakris, Nelly, Missy Elliott, R. Kelly, eminem, Pink, City High, a whole stack of “Lil”s (lis romeo, lil corey, lil zayne, lil wayne…)Camron, Tu Pac, Afro Man, J Lo, and – of course – P.Diddy aka Puff Daddy aka Sean “Puffy” Coombs… Really. Just ask. Wolves have very good memories.

Drop-off at the concert was no problem. I asked the very kindly looking local police officer where the best place to pick the kids up would be. He advised meeting them at the police station (a convenient block away from the concert venue). A plan was hatched.

Picked up the girls with no problems. Turned around and headed back towards the wolf den. Let me just preface this next part with a little wolfie girl insider information. I grew up with an extraordinary mother. I (fairest skinned of the fair skinned) attended black panther rallies as a teenager. I regularly accompanied my mom on her forays to visit her students in some of the most desolate and economically challenged areas in the city. Mom made it all seem normal for us to be there and, consequently, I do not scare easily or get nervous about being in odd situations – maybe even when I should.

That being said – I got downright nervous Saturday night. Lock-the-doors-and-make-no-eye-contact nervous. The cars around us were full of young folks who were ‘stoked’ from the concert (and a few of them from other stimulants as well…as evidenced by the smoke pouring from windows and the beer bottles casually hanging out other windows). Cars started driving erratically – up the wrong side of the road into oncoming traffic…weaving back and forth on their big shiny rims, stopping for no reason, challenging each other in mini chicken games, and creating traffic lanes where none existed a mere 20 minutes before. We got stopped by this eratic traffic in front of a “club” where there were at least 200 people milling about that couldn’t get into the club. I couldn’t get around the cars seeming parked in the middle of all 4 lanes. I was feeling VERY conspicuous as an over 40 obviously NOT hip-hop culture mom. And it felt as if it could all turn ugly in 2 seconds with no provocation. And – of course – I didn’t want Chickie to feel scared, so I was acting nonchalant…while trying very hard not to hyperventilate and throw my hands up in hysterics. Fortunately, the ‘baller’ in front of us moved those ’20’s he was riding on so he could show off his ‘bling-bling’ to better advantage……and I sneaked through and headed for the hills – and the wolf den! I SO do not want to do THAT again. But I will. Maybe next time I’ll get some gaudy jewelry, some Ekko clothing, borrow a Mercedes, do some stompin in my Air Force One shoes, dye my hair purple (after I get some micro-braids or maybe dreds…) and practice saying Yo.

Sunday I chilled – almost. Spent a lot of time reassuring my friend, who is the most intelligent, most attactive, most financially secure woman I know – that she was indeed all of these things and that men are just morons since they aren’t all flocking to her door by the hundreds.

Oh yeah – and then I had to protect my house from my dad who came over to help me fix things that don’t need fixing…with a giant tube of JB Weld in hand. He loves JB Weld. JB Welds EVERYTHING. Had to hide the dog and the cat cause he had that “I’m gonna JB Weld something even if someone dies in the process” look.

And then I noticed football games on TV. Do manly-men play football just so they can feel each others’ butts without stigma? Looked like a lot of wolfish behavior – circling packs, butt sniffing, growling…….

Chilled at the beach drum circle – almost. Had my Brother-in-law in tow. Have you ever pushed a wheelchair across a thousand yards of fine beach sand? Muscle building. I should do it on a daily basis.

So…..life is getting back to normal here – total insanity. How’s by you?