My mother and sister picked my kids up yesterday evening around 4:30. Mr. Diva got home at the same time they got here. We visited awhile, moved carseats around, gave good-bye hugs and kisses and sent the kidlets on their way. I finished straightening my hair while he sat and rested awhile, then I sent him on to the shower. By 5:30 we were on our way to Grove for dinner at the Rib Crib. I had managed to "bank" 10 Weight Watchers points this week, so I spent the drive figuring out what I was going to indulge in for dinner. I had pulled pork, fried okra and green beans for only 24 points. Used up my banked 10, plus another 14, (all I had left for the day) but I was totally okay with that. It was yummy!!! I even skipped the Texas toast because I figured it would heap on another 4 or so. Mr. Diva seemed really proud that I put a lot of thought into what I ate. I know he gets frustrated that it takes a lot more thinking to prepare a meal now, but he's been really supportive.
It's only been a week and really I can't tell a difference in the way anything fits, but I can tell you that I feel better. And that can't be a bad thing.
After dinner we went to, where else - Wal*Mart. We just cannot stay away from that damn place. Both of our watches needed batteries, so we took care of that, plus everyone in the house was out of their respective flavor of shampoo. We also picked out his Father's Day gift from the kids. (Shh, don't tell them he knows what it is.)
After Wal*Mart we drove into Wyandotte to, again where else - The Lucky Turtle! It's been quite awhile since I've visited the benevolent Turtle and I was anxious to get down to business. I had no cash, so I was relying totally on the kindness of my husband, who I found out has been hoarding money again. Grr. So he said he'd take $100 in to gamble on and we'd go from there. He only gave me $15 to start and I walked off, pouting and cussing quietly. When I caught up with him, he had $77 on a machine and a $120 ticket in his pocket. I nicely offered to cash it for him and only charged him a $5 finder's fee. Over the course of the night, he won probably $400. He gave me over $100 to play with. He walked out with his original $100 and I walked out with $40. It would've been $60, but I gave him $20 for being so nice to me. So although we didn't walk out richer, we didn't leave any poorer.
We walked in the door just right at midnight, both of us smokey, tired and ready for the customary Loud Kids Are Out Of The House Sex!! WHOO HOO!! Then we crashed till 9 this morning.
My mother had said she'd bring the kids back before noon. I called around 9:30 to see how things were going. She said then that they'd be out around noon, as planned. So I checked the chemicals in the pool, thought about taking a quiet kidless swim, then decided to go ahead and watch Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban because the kids have been driving me NUTS to see if they can watch it. (Kady can't. I'm not sure about Sam. Abby'd be okay with it. We'll probably wait awhile.) So in the meantime Mr. Diva had gone to town and picked up some lunchmeat, mustard and bread and a bitchin' new air matress for me to lay out on. (That wild kids are outta the house sex makes him so nice.)
I swam for over an hour by myself. I laid out some, swam some, but mostly swatted sweat bees. After getting stung 6 times I decided that I'd had enough sun for one day. I've been in here at the computer for an hour now reading blogs, it's 4 and my kids just drove up.
What a relaxing day!!!!
I was born a semi-diva. I married a redneck. Through the magic of osmosis or just because of a serious lack of sophistication over the years I have found a balance of the two that make me who I am today. And then I write about it all, much to the chagrin of my mother.
Sunday, June 19, 2005
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