Life On The Planet

Pilates, Photos & Laundry

Y'all remember my friend Michelle. The one who got her REAR END FILMED in Pilates last week? Well, we ran into each other last night at church. We were taking pictures for the church directory. Our photo, the one that is going in the directory, was not the best photo of the family we've ever taken, but it was the only one The Tiger had his mouth closed in. Ever seen Calvin's school pictures in Calvin & Hobbes? That's The Tiger.

Anyway, Michelle and her family were after us and we got to talking. "You going to Pilates tomorrow?" she asked in a slightly snotty tone.

"Yeah," I said, not in the least bit defensively. It's not my fault if a girl doesn't check her messages, after all. "How 'bout you?"

"Oh, yeah," she said. "I'll be there."

LIAR! That rat stood me up. I bet she's at home laughing, thinking she's got the best of me. However, I should be the one laughing because NO ONE FILMED MY REAR END and I get to eat extras at Thanksgiving. We're going to Aussie Kim's and I'm taking Yams (A.K.A. Sweet Potatoes, you know, the kind with lots of sugar and marshmallows), bread and Disappearing Marshmallow Brownies. I plan on eating two of everything. Maybe three. I got Pre-Thanksgiving Pilates points. The sky's the limit.

So, I got up and went to Pilates, Salamander played basketball and the younger two swam. Really, they just piddled around, but I'm calling it P.E.

Now, for my sins, I have to go and tackle Mount Laundronous. If you don't hear from me again in 24 hours, please call 911, 'cause I'll be buried under an avalanche of sweaty gym socks and chlorinated towels. Death by laundry is slow and painful, and it doesn't smell good either.

Plumbing, Cute Fleas, Major Motion Picture Stars and Agents of Lucifer

The yard is as big a mess as I thought it would be. At least we weren't around to see it happen. No, we left that joy for The C.F.O. while we were kicking up our heels in Louisiana. Poor, mistreated C.F.O., I hope he's glad to see us. We brought back a lot of food.

The trip was blissfully uneventful. No pile-ups. No stalled cars. No hysterical woman behind the wheel of a mini-van. Okay, maybe I did see ONE hysterical woman behind the wheel of a mini-van. (In the rear view mirror.) Here's my point. God allowed for cruise control to be created because he loves us and wants us to be happy, right? RIGHT? So, if that is correct, then the woman who kept pulling in front of me and slowing down, when there were no other cars on I-55 AT ALL, causing me to repeatedly hit my brakes and deactivate my cruise control must therefore be in league with the devil. Right? RIGHT? I know it's not very charitable of me, but that's my story. My tired legs are stickin' to it.

We got home, had fifteen minutes to unpack and do our thing, and then we hopped back into the mini-van to head to the kiddos' performing arts doo-hickey. Their teacher wasn't there. Did I mention I was subbing for her today? Like a part in a major motion picture could possibly be more important than working with fifty plus short people. Geez. (Really, after today, my hat is off to her. It was like herding fleas. Cute fleas, but fleas nonetheless.)

Okay, then, that was my day. How was yours? Good? Bad? Indifferent?

I'll post a photo of the yard sooner or later. If mud-induced depression doesn't set in.

Goodnight, all.

The Wedding

If you've never been to a wedding in south Louisiana, you need to get yourself invited to one. I did this weekend and thoroughly enjoyed myself.

These people know how to throw a wedding. Where else can you see a bride and groom giggle over their attendants giving the priest Ring Pops for the Blessing of the Rings and then present flowers with a sense of awe and reverence to the altar during the singing of Ave Maria? Where else will you see a grandmother two-stepping with her grandson, and the older, unmarried brother of the groom dancing with the traditional broom to Brick House by the Commodores? Where else will the groom reach for the garter and pull out a *POSTED: No Trespassing* sign? Where else can you eat food that tastes this good?

A south Louisiana wedding is a mixture of the sacred and the irreverent. It's a mixture of old traditions and youthful joie de vive. It's a wedding given by people who don't take themselves too seriously, but who are very serious about what truly matters. It's a time for friends and for family. It's a time for fun.

We went to an Acadian wedding this weekend, cher, and we sure did pass a good time.

Worky-Work, Busy Bee

*Butterfly Update II* EEG today, MRI tomorrow. No results as of yet.

*Butterfly Update* We saw the regular pediatrician today and will see the neurologist tomorrow. Prayers, fingers crossed, etc. Thanks*

I have absolutely no business even turning on my computer today, much less blogging. I've got stuff to do, people. I've got lots and lots of stuff to do. They don't call me the Activities Coordinator for nothing.

Mondays are always a little crazy with three scout meetings to attend. Throw in the fact that I'm the leader for the Girl Scouts, The Salamander has a Court of Honor tonight and The Tiger's Cub Scout meeting is at the same time at another church and, well, crazy turns to madness. On top of that, I'm cooking dinner for the Scouts. They requested Roast and Mashed Potatoes. I was thinking casserole. *Sigh*

I won't even get in to last night's adventures except to say she is doing fine and we are waiting for the neurologist's office to call back. Also, I could use some sleep.

On a brighter note, The Salamander is moving up in rank to Star Scout tonight. That's two ranks away from Eagle. I'm a proud mama. I hope I get to attend at least part of the celebration, what with running The Tiger to and fro.

Anyway, wish me luck. I have to go and put the roast on. Oh, yeah, I might need to teach the kids today, too.

Help.