Have I ever shared with you my love of Thursdays? They are my favorite day of the week. I’m not sure why, but I think it all started way back in 1981/1982, when I took Jazz dance classes every Thursday throughout 8th grade. Now, the Jazz classes themselves were not all that great. In fact, my dance instructor very well could have been Torquemada reincarnated. But I think a lot of dance instructors are, actually. No offense to dance instructors.
Don’t you love how people say “no offense” right after the most spectacularly offensive comments?
At any rate, the Jazz classes were fun simply because my best buddy was there. She made everything fun, even things like sodding lawns on 248 degree Oklahoma summer days, and walking home from Skateworld on -248 degree Oklahoma winter days. Best buddies are like that.
“Sodding” here means “laying sod”, as in “placing large pallets of itchy, dirt-covered sod upon the ground in order to make a lawn”. Lest there be any confusion.
It’s a sick world out there, after all.
To make things even more delightful, Thursday was FAME night. If I was really good, I would be allowed to stay at my buddy’s house AFTER Jazz class, and watch Fame. This meant I didn’t have to Indian Wrestle my older brother in order to decide whether Fame or Magnum would rule the television at our house that night.
I think my mom usually made us take turns, but we all know how THAT works when your older brother outweighs you, right?
Truth be told, I kind of liked Magnum, but I liked Fame more. Bruno Martelli, specifically. His curly locks had me completely captivated, and trumped Magnum’s teeny tiny shorts and massive moustache. It was a kind of sickness.
At any rate, that’s where my love affair with Thursday began. And it has continued to this day. I believe that Thursday, being almost the weekend, has a sort of promise about it, hanging in the very air that surrounds it. Anticipation is a powerful thing, being in almost all cases better than the actual event.
SO. What does all this have to do with KSS being on Thursday?
1. Because I’m random that way.
B. Because I have lots of random things to say that could only be in the Kitchen Sink category
III. I’m leaving for the weekend and won’t be here Saturday.
I wanted to say a hearty thank you to all of you who contributed to the Parker Family Adoption Fund over the past few days. If you haven’t, you still have until Tuesday to enter to win the jewelry, and until Wednesday to enter to win the HOME letters. Please prayerfully consider what you might be able to do to help these sweet girls get a real chance at life.
I made vegan chocolate zucchini muffins this morning. They are awesome. I will give you the recipe if you ask for it (nicely). And for anyone who thinks chocolate and zucchini should not be put together, I have just one thing to say to you.
Have you ever heard of exploding head syndrome? I hadn’t, but I CAN say that I don’t care how “harmless” they claim it is, I would have a heart attack on top of a stroke if it ever happened to me, so, you know, harmless is as harmless does, is what I always say.
“Always” here meaning “today, for the first time”.
Okay, so I gotta clear the air. How many of you watched the videos of my sweet Cowboy X throwing a fit, poking his eye out, and drooling milk all over the floor? Show of hands, please? And how many of you thought “WOW, what a simply surperlative brat! Why is she letting him get away with that sort of deviant behavior!?” Come on, I know at least a few of you did. I know *I* would have thought so, once upon a time.
My answer to you is He’s my darling baby buggy bumper boo. Also, he’s not really a brat. It’s called Almost Two. And as a very wise woman once told me, never judge a family by its two year old. So there. In my younger days, I would have pulled out all my fingernails one by one before I ever let anyone see my child act in such a wayward way, much less post it on the internet for the world to see, with me cracking up in the background to boot.
Let’s just say I’ve lightened up since then. I’ve come to realize that children do indeed grow up and turn into brilliant adults even if they throw the occasional wall-eyed fit (on camera!) in their youth. Which makes me a more relaxed mother. Which makes life more fun, actually.
Here’s another picture of my baby, after drinking a green smoothie.
So don’t you be hatin’. That’s the sweetest face ever.
Speaking of sweet faces, here are some more:
On that note, fare thee well, folks. I’m off to try to get something done before I implode with excitement over my impending travel plans.
I ain’t sayin’ where I’m going, but IKEA is definitely involved. Also best buddies. Excuse me while I breathe into this paper bag.