PROM DATE

happenings

My nephew

Can you hear my big sigh of relief………

Bandon is out of the hospital. Thanks for all the kind notes and prayers. He is now home recuperating with his family. He has a very bad brake to his ankle, and a fractured jaw. He has a new chance at life again.

unfortunately, there is now some legal problems and lawyers are all over it.

four legged friends

Baby Tucker is improving by leaps and bounds. He has all his energy back now and is so happy that his E collar finally came off. His wounds are now healing nicely and all his hair is growing back. It amazes me that Tuck loves us even more now than he did before. Us humans can be purdy stupid but our dog is so fiercely loyal.

He is such a big furry lover boy now.

Oh no! Not again! my dog Miss Nelly is limping again. I haven’t taken her into the vet yet because I’m hoping that her leg is just sore for jumping and playing too much. I will keep her resting for the next couple of days and see what happens.

MY JOB

I finally got my work evaluation, albeit a month late and you better belive that she will retroact my wage. I now make $19/hr.

My so called kid

The Boy is now wanting to move back in with his mom, he seems to think he can get away with more over at her house. Fat chance kiddo, Life will be hell. Bring it on, that is all I have to say about this for now. Yesterday, he stood in front of me with his baggie pants hanging down to his pelvis. A demure look on his face and proclaimed in an ever so sweetly way “I’m in Love”! Next week he will be in love with someone else.

Loverboy

I convinced my man to go to the doctor and get the new drug for Attention Deficet Disorder. The drug is called Strettara My God, does this drug work good, forget about the erectile dysfunction, urine dribbles, these side effects I can deal with because now he is so focused and can get things done. No more undone projects around the house. Case in point, This weekend he dug up our weed infested front lawn, dug trenches for new water sprinklers, installed sprinklers, out door lighting, went back and forth to get the finest top soil, and several trips to Home Depot for the roll on grass. I’m so proud of him for staying on task. I’m really liking this new drug. He is also very happy that the drug is allowing him to have and remember dreams. He never had dreams. Dreams are so cool and he thinks so now too, alas, he is having some rather naughty dreams with him and two girls….

Spring is in the air-ahh such a sweet smell. The smell of teen spirit or pubescent hormones going amuck, nevertheless, spring has sprung. Along with spring, comes the infamous PROM. One of my favorite diarist invictshared pictures of her daughter and friends primping for the prom. This brought me way back into the time tunnel of 1982 for my “so called prom”. It was called the Senior Ball. ME=a wallflower, never got asked out to the prom at my own high school, or perhaps it was the fact of my x boyfriend threatening to kick the ass of any boy who was brave enough to ask me out to the prom. So, maybe I wasn’t the wallflower I always saw myself as….contemplating. Any ways, I was asked out by a boy from Bellermine Highschool, a Catholic high school, a school for the rich kids. This date was arranged by my girlfriend who knew a guy who knew a guy that was looking for a prom date.

I have such vivid, lucid memories of this date

Me wearing: A red pok-a-dot dress in a tea length (tiny little dots all over the dress) Gag me with a spoon! big puffy sleeves going down to the elbow, big collar, the most annoying hoop skirt sewn into the dress–very scratchy material ,and big hair. I was so styling with the 80’s flare.

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He wearing: A GORRILA SUIT

A moment to always cherish and remember, the highlight of my high school experience. My friend forget to mention to me that my date was nominated for the class clown award. It was fitting for him to wear the suit. The look on my face of complete horror, the look on my sisters’ faces peering out of the laundry room window a very priceless look. I got so worked up that my scratchy puffy slip caused a run in my nylons. So, off we go me and the gorilla to Friedricks & Nelson department store at the Villa Plaza and get a new package. He didn’t want to stay in the car but was the perfect gentleman and escorted me into the store.

Gag me with a spoon!

It just got worse from this point on

He couldn’t dance because he was too hot. So we just sat around for a couple of hours.

Just imagine him eating and not quite making the right food to mouth contact.

We did get our picture taken together

You guessed it…He was the perfect king kong and I was the frightened Jessica Lang posing like the movie poster.

After the prom we headed to a girls house to sit in the hot tub–I had my concerns about him wearing a suit–a mean the gorilla suit. but rest assured he was wearing his swim trunks.

Norman Rockwell–artist

SUCH IS LIFE