“So I was talking to my teacher and she agreed you need to go on lots of dates.” There were so many things wrong with that sentence coming out of my almost thirteen year old’s mouth, I didn’t know where to start. Being a little slow, I asked him to repeat himself. “She said you definitely need to date more. See, she agrees with me! Go get married mom!” he explained as I sat there with my mouth hanging open. Happy Valentine’s day to me.
The two month love train is about to leave the station. From New Year’s Eve to Valentine’s Day, it can feel like open season on singles. I personally feel an affinity for the groundhog who slips off to dreamland from October until the beginning of February (but I would settle for being able to sleep in until eight a.m. once in a while). I didn’t realize how vocal I had been about my distaste for Valentine’s Day until I heard my words coming out of my youngest son’s mouth the other night, “Gah! If I see one more every kiss begins with Kay commercial, I am going to barf!!” I am paraphrasing here.
There is a new Weight Watchers plan being promoted by Jennifer Hudson approximately every ten seconds on TV. She looks fabulous and if I looked like that, I would be singing my head off too. So a few friends and I (re) joined Weight Watchers in January. I think it’s kind of like AA where you aren’t allowed to make names public, so I will just refer to them as J and S. Maybe I should have nicknamed them something fun like “cookie” and “candy”, but that would just make me hungry.
There are a few blush colored blossoms on my Tulip Poplar in the front yard and a flush of scarlet azaleas are peeking through my front window. It is rather bizarre considering it is January, but this has been a strange winter in the South. My confused blooms are at risk if a frost or snow blusters through, as it is known to do in mid-February and it will make for a much less spectacular Spring. At least my tulips and daffodils are holding back a bit, so there’s hope.
I love Paula Deen. She is like a saucy, southern fried Mrs. Clause dispensing kitchen advice with a twinkle in her eye and a fridge full of butter. Her recipes look and sound so good, they make me want to
lick my flat screen grab my mixer and turn on the oven. So I was sad, but not surprised, to hear this week that Ms.Paula has been diagnosed with diabetes and she is going to have to make lots of changes to her cooking and lifestyle. Sigh.
Stroll on over to the Hippie Chick Chronicles for Debbie’s post on a little heart and then hop to Simply Diane for her take on why a Russian doll means so much to her family. Hungry for more? Don’t forget to visit all of us over at the Eye Roll Diaries too for some mama bear advice (teen twitters beware!!)
Those words were spoken in a prayer by my son’s friend, Daniel, before we headed downtown to Atlanta last night. We were a ragtag group at best, several moms, a couple of dads and small group leaders, and a gangly group of seventh grade boys with a penchant for youtube and cracking themselves up. Our caravan wound it’s way through 5:30 traffic into the heart of the city on a unusually mild January evening.