Dear Blog

Dear Blog-
So often I have to seek your forgiveness because I ignore you; never on purpose it's just I get so consumed with everything family and work. But, know, I love you so.

This weekend took off on a great start. All those obligations that had my lip twitching are completed and finally I can enjoy life for what life is to be lived for-- a lightly penciled calendar weekend. Last night King Ralph and I had a date. I'm talking no kids (well none of ours but there was plenty around us), one of our favorite pizza places where we gorged on honey mustard and hot wings, beer and Smirnoff Ice followed by a deluxe pizza; while watching the Cardinals take down the Nationals. We sat there talking like it was our first date, the family next to us were making there highchair restrained baby girls laugh--King Ralph looked at me and said wouldn't you like to have another baby. WHAT? NO! Crazy thing is he was serious, seriously out of his mind. I feel complete, totally fulfilled. Good thing he has been nutured. I think as he inches closer to fifty he is experiencing brief moments of mid-life crisis...and the desire to procreate is a sign.

This morning at 230am King Ralph left for a fishing trip. It is no secret I live for this annual trip each year. It is girls only time at Keeper's Estate. This means chick flicks by the dozens. Eating whatever our hearts desire and laughing like school girls.

After M and I watched D and the show choir perform at a Music in the Parks competition (which I will not elaborate on since it was somewhat painful to watch as the recorded music failed to play for three numbers ). Dare I comment on the young man who failed to put on his black socks with his shoes--lucky he found some dad with sweaty feet to borrow socks from. You know the old saying I'd give you the shirt off my back...how 'bout the sweaty socks off your feet. M just said the kid's an idiot. I have to half agree. So after the music stumped performance ended, off the kids went to enjoy a day of roller coasters and ferris wheels at Six Flags. Then it was off to having fun, just me and my M-Pal.

I love the times I have with my girls alone. Whether its a walk through the neighborhood or lunch out; it just plain warms my heart reminding me why I longed to be a mother. As luck has it this Saturday it was just M and me to pal around together. Wearing my yellow polka dot converse,the ultra comfort shoes, had me in fashion for a filled day of whatever. Lots of whatever is exactly what we did.

To start M and I decided on I-Hop for a breakfast style lunch-- country omelet, fried ham, hash browns and strawberry pancakes. The high caloric foods desperately tried to mask the unruly family next to us. My heart actually ached for a bit for this family; a mother and her four children, two babies and two teenagers, all boys . There ruffled appearance and loud manner drew my eyes to the sharing of two small meals while the mom got cranked on Mountain Dew. It was only when one of the teen boys in anger chucked a hunk of food at the toddler which over pitched into the next booth leading the caffeine cranked mom to scream that I realized my compassion was wilting. Money and manners are two separate issues. Poor but polite certainly should find hand together.

Then it was off to the fabric store where I can never manage to leave without dropping a fifty spot. M picked a beautiful black shantung, an animal print and white chiffon to create her Project Runway piece. I am very excited to see her creation take the school runway. And less excited to have the sewing machine sitting on the kitchen table for the month of May. I am sure it will be well worth it! Then we drove to the other side of town to stroll the Kirkwood Farmers Market. We bought some organic kiwi and mango. A few of the fruits M is not allergic to. Next we ended our pal day with a couple of slushtards from our favorite custard stand, Spanky's. M had a refreshing pina colada slushtard with chunks of fresh pineapple and I had a raspberry slushtard in all its seedy deliciousness . The yummy drinks called out "school end" and summer fall upon us.

Now the house is about to break its mother/daughter bond as gal pals come rolling in for an evening of horror flicks and high school stories. Suddenly man's best friend has become my best friend-- me and Uli...although Uli has taken to a nap on the couch already. Despite the idea that it is me and a sleeping dog tonight I had the best Saturday, sunshine and all.