Monday, August 24, 2009

and when she was bad

I am horrid.

I am shamelessly demanding on my birthday weekend - Happy Hour dinner (at which I confused & irritated the waitstaff by rejecting the dining room seating and moving tables in the lounge to accommodate my party); rollerskating (where I requested Rick Springfield, making the less-than-twentysomething DJ smile and gently say "We don't have a very big selection of music" when he couldn't find a single title; I settled on Cheap Trick, which he played but cut short because apparently songs longer than 3 minutes are boring); Happy Hour drinks until 1 am when my bleary-eyed husband finally convinced me that it was, indeed, 1 am and we had plans the next day. And the next day: breakfast with my dad at IHOP, pedicure, garage sale shopping, hanging with friends in Portland, birthday dinner & drinks, Live Wire! radio show (during which my friend won the haiku contest I desperately want to win but never do, and after which I lingered to get a picture with my secret boyfriend #417), and drinks at Gilt Club before walking (sometimes barefoot because my damn shoes were killing me) back to the hotel at - guess! - 1 am. Where I uploaded pictures to Facebook while Stu wearily watched Comedy Central. AND THEN, Sunday morning we had brunch with our friends before wandering through Portland's street market [and found out my birthday coincides with National Topless Day; I did not participate]. I begged for and got coconut fudge but did not get the henna tattoo or custom chalkboard or necklaces (though Stu had already given me two pendants before breakfast). After our friends left, Stu & I went to the swanky downtown Goodwill where I found two excellent watches that I procured for $24 with my Club Goodwill birthday discount; lastly, a couples' massage and pizza dinner.

And now. I had planned to arise early to do my Wii Fit workout ("workout" defined as managing some yoga poses for 15 minutes, grimacing through a few strength exercises, and cursing at the TV while attempting the stupid balance games); I had planned to finally send reallyfunthings to my sadly neglected blog friends; I had planned to finish my online class about literacy strategies; I had planned to purge toy boxes & book shelves; I had planned to sort through my school books & files and go arrange my classroom for next week's FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL - but without the kids around [they are in San Francisco until Thursday with my blessed mom & saintly sister], I am suddenly Slacker Mom - potentially naughty like Bad Mom with the added bonus of apathetic toward anything health, house, job or otherwise errand oriented. I slept until 7:30, I showered, I sat down to 'check' Facebook and have not moved from this chair; my tea is still steeping in the kitchen, 57 minutes later. Oh, and I ate some of my coconut fudge.

I think I will finish getting ready and start on one of my tasks before time gets away from me. But first I need to update my FB status.


Portland
photo by me, 2009

17 comments:

Fantastic Forrest said...

So sorry, but the "Slacker Mom" title will never be yours. "Slept until 7:30" disqualifies you. Even if you do nothing else all day.

And you were NOT bad at Happy Hour dinner. What we had there was a...well, I'll let this guy tell you.

LarryG said...

I love the "Stop Her" jpg at the close, way to go with the weekend...
that reminded I mean to stop on the interstate with my mandolin and or guitar and have a picture made near the wild flowers where they have the sign "Picking Not Allowed"
but then, we don't care what momma don't allow...

Lisa Wheeler Milton said...

You my dear friend, are a birthday loving queen. I know not of this fervor myself, but I love it on you.

Now out the door for lunch with your man. Shoo.

Busy Bee Suz said...

This is too funny. Your weekend sounds great and I have a new motto (well, new since I turned 40) It is SUCK your BIRTHDAY dry! Take every little bit of fun handed to you and enjoy it. I also started doing this for Mother's day and Anniversaries...I think I may start adding in President's day and St. Pattys too. That is not too much is it?
Glad you had fun.
Being a slacker has it's advantages...not sure what, but I know there must be some. Right?

Stu said...

Don't encourage her, people. I'm exhausted...

Happy Birthday Love.

-Stu

marathon mom said...

Wow you are a bad girl. Better subject yourself to a timeout today - at home with that fudge, some wine and movies.

Jenn @ Juggling Life said...

7:30 a.m. does not a slacker make. In my house we consider that being an early riser.

I'm glad you had a great weekend. Well done!

Hairline Fracture said...

It all sounds great except for the staying up until 1 am and sleeping only until 7:30.

Thanks for your encouragement on my post, btw. Since you've been where I am, I actually believe you. :-)

Susan DeAngelis said...

I rather get root canal than celebrate my birthday... lol

I see you mentioned WII Fit... is it any good?

Sue :)

Shana said...

No Rick Sringfield? On your birthday? I say you demand a re-do.

Danielle said...

That sounds like the most fabulous of weekends! You rocked the birthday weekend that's for sure!!! Maybe you should go for the birthday week next year.

Texan Mama @ Who Put Me In Charge said...

Happy birthday! Sorry I missed it earlier!

brandy101 said...

where do you get the energy to do al this stuff?????

phd in yogurtry said...

Next birthday? Do the topless! Love your ending photo! Perfect-o.

Anonymous said...

i love the STOP HER sign- could you post it outside my office door?

On second thought perhaps inside would be safer for the others :)

be well & happy you slacker you!
klcrab

Suzanne said...

Holy awesome birthday weekend, Batman. I am so jealous... Get on wit' ya bad self.

MelADramatic Mommy said...

I took notes. THAT is how to celebrate a birthday!

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