Soul Food

I had a stupendous weekend. Seriously great family time, with lots of laughing and rest and a little hair banging and great food and a full pan of brownies. Good God, my ass. but whatev. It was awesome. I’d been feeling low on family energy and it was just what I needed to refill. Wonderboy and I rode back to The Plains together. It was pretty silent till we hit Tulsa, when the dvd player ran out of juice. Then it was “are we almost there?” about every nine minutes! And who can blame the kid, we were heading straight to the pool with our Summer Swimming Buddies (PseudoSis2’s kids and MGirl) so dangitrudy, COME ON!!!

We played. We slathered on the sunscreen. We played more. He jumped. He told JR (swimming buddy) “you will make a great warrior, however I am trained in this, so don’t shoot me in the face” and they played and it was a full day. When they left, Wonderboy waved and shouted, “I’ll miss you!”

*heartbreak*

By the time we hit the Frontier, all three of us were overheated and worn smooth. He wasn’t in the house two seconds before he’d stripped naked and was running around! Ahhhh vacation. He and Bonusmom fly out to KC MO today for his birthday trip to Worlds of Fun! What a life, eh?

You’d think that my weekend would have wound up with that. But wait! There’s more. and Yes. I know I’ve talked to several of you and didn’t mention this yesterday, but I was just so tired. too tired. so here it is. Savage made it into town like a bandit with his ass on fire, a day early. I went out to his parents land south of Batshitcrazytown, and we, the four of us, hung out. Laughed. drank adult lemonade. The Mom and I compared cooking gadget lust stories, and it was just good. Savage is just as hysterical as he was 20 years ago, when I last saw him. We picked up right where we left off, with the witty banter and the smart ass retorts, and the deeper conversations that we knew nothing about back then. It’s nice. We rode his motorcycle around Batshitcrazytown. Drove by his old house. Drove by my old house. By our elementary school, our high school…the town was asleep so it was just he and I and the moon. Sliver of gold. I stayed out there because we were just done and got up early and headed into work for our 8am book club meeting…with about 2 or 3 hours of sleep under my belt. GAH.

Zelda: someone should tell me I’m not 21 anymore.
Mom: Zelda, you’re not 21 anymore. You’re not even THIRTY anymore.

But whatever. It was worth it. It fed my soul. He and I have known each other since elementary school. That’s one helluva history. and it’s nice to be in this time frame together. so, loosing sleep? not that big of a sacrifice.

I did take a little pill(courtesy of the trip to Arkansas) and hit MY bed. My big queen size fancy sheet covered bed early last night and slept like the dead.

Who knows what the day bring~i have a few clients this afternoon. that’s good. I have openings into the evening so possibilities for walk ins. I’m heading to the shower then to the bank, then to McCrackin because a weekend of not my bed and driving for hours has me walking sideways…

Hey. Happy Humping Day to you!!! for the Normals, you’re almost done! Huzzuah and Halakaleem and I love George Clooney.