Workin' For The Weekend

This post is a summary of How I Spent My Summer Weekend.

1. I left work at 5 p.m. Friday to hurry home so we could leave for Northeastern Iowa to stay with my in-laws. Naturally, we hadn't packed anything.  We were picking Oldest Daughter up from music camp at Luther College in Decorah the next day, and this was going to ensure that we were not late for her checkout from the dorm and got to her concert in time, because alas, we are perpetually late. (This one time, at band camp... oh how those words haunt me now. Movies about teenagers are funny until you have a teenager.)

2.  I brought a bottle of wine for my Mother-In-Law.  Since she was making dinner and is an all-around gem, I brought a good wine.

Mmmm.  Buttery deliciousness.  However, I think the gesture was lost when I drank nearly the entire bottle myself.  She already had a white open when I got there, and exercised restraint.  I haven't yet learned those kinds of skills.  I'm sure this is what she was dreaming of when she thought about her future daughter-in-law:  A skanky lush.  Forgot my Priolosec and guppy puked Sauvignon Blanc all night long.

3.  Went to Luther College to pick up Oldest Daughter and see her concert, which was pretty amazing, but I might be biased.  There is something surreal about picking up your oldest child from a college dorm.  I'm so not ready.  She took a movie-making class, and her short film played in the lobby, and then she performed in the senior orchestra.  How I ended up with klassy kids I shall never know.

Can you see her?  She's one of the 12 cellists.

4.  Drove home from Luther with all kids and OD's boyfriend in the van.  Radio played "Sweet Child O' Mine" no less than THREE times.  My family always re-enacts the scene from Stepbrothers when we hear this song (except for the part where CH would berate me) probably scaring the crap out of OD's BF.  If this doesn't drive the suitors away, nothing will.



5.  Spent Sunday doing almost nothing.  Slept in until 11 a.m. (that's right, almost NOON) because there was a sleep-inducing morning thunderstorm, got up to Current Husband's coffee and Mother-in-law's leftover cinnamon rolls, worked on the 1000-piece puzzle I started with the kids, read a little, did a little laundry, cleaned a little, went on a walk, did a little more puzzle with the kids.  Bliss.

Hope you had a great weekend, Wifers.  Here's to doing more of less.

CH-CH-CH-CH-Changes.

Hello all! Hope your June has started off well and you are groovin' to your summer playlists. I have personally been listening to my Black Keys playlist quite a bit, and one I call Kickin' Chicks that has Paramore and Florence and the Machine and the Ting Tings on it.  Good gardening music, but I get caught shaking my moneymaker while planting and Oldest Daughter gets upset.  "Keep it in the back yard!" she stage whispers out of the windows.

I'm a big ideas girl, but can occasionally be a little low on action.  I've been meaning to write a book since 1999, but I've been having a problem stopping partying like it's 1999 and party time cuts into book time.  But now?  I've got a lion in my pocket, and baby he's ready to roar.  See?

SO.  If I go public with my commitment, it means that I will be shamed if I don't fulfill it, no?  Here are the ch-ch-ch-ch-changes coming around Wiferville this summer:

1.  I'm moving my blog to Wordpress by next weekend.  I'll make an announcement on Facebook and here when I'm ready to roll, and this page will be here but it will direct people to go to http://www.adayinthewife.com/, minus the "blogspot" in the name, and it will now carry you to the Word Press site.  I'm told Word Press is easier to use and easier to leave comments, so now all of you who e-mail and tell me you can't comment because Blogger is an asshole can party with the tribe.  Like it's 1999.

2.  I'm getting in my Little Red Corvette, and taking two classes at the Iowa Summer Writing Festival, held at the U of Iowa at their Writer's Workshop facilities.  I've taken classes off and on there over the past 5 years, and it's very motivational and gets you in your writer head.  Hopefully I use the time to write and not to drink with the other well-intentioned writers there.

3.  I'm having a Todd "Hot Nuts" Epstein Squirrel Blog-Up Party in Minneapolis, possibly the weekend before the 4th of July.  Getting deets together.  I will be making Todd t-shirts to pre-order.  I'm not sure how this factors into me writing a book, but I tell Current Husband that the dead squirrel is a marketing tool, so I need to occasionally trot him out so Todd doesn't end up in a garage sale against my will.  Alongside a Raspberry Beret.  The kind you find in a secondhand store. (Did you realize the actress Kristin Thomas is the girl in that video?)

4.  I'm going to ACTUALLY WRITE.  It's weird, but most publishers don't really let you call yourself an author until you have authored.  What a bunch of dicks they are.  They are what it sounds like, When Doves Cry.

SO.  I've said it.  OUT LOUD. (Hey Twi-hards, did you read that and hear Robert Pattinson saying it in your head?  Only 5 months until BD2!)  Now it's time to come through.  I guess as long as I'm shaming myself, I'll throw in another:

5.  Lose 10 pounds through exercise and diet and not through Benadyl and Merlot.

If any of you would like to Declare Yourselves and make some goals, I will have a Comment Coming Out Party when the Word Press blog is launched, and let's make a Summer of Success Partner Commitment Coming Out Party!  Yeah, that's right. 

I'm going to marry all of you.
It's legal in Iowa.