September 13
Mum is the word


Because I planted some is why. My "lamp" guy at Lowe's handed me, and Mel, some prices on mums that a girl can't refuse. So mums, I got.

Mums are my favorite. Mums are pretty. Mums bloom in all their glory when all the other flowers are getting tired and ready to leave the party.

Now see when I said "mum is the word" I meant ...the word to say as many times as I could, just because I can.

Mum.

Diddas did help me. She wanted to pick all the blooms right off and keep them in her purse (sidenote: if you lose anything at my house check Didda's purse) but I talked her into taking only one bloom and helping me plant to rest so they'd grow big and pretty. As soon as we'd get one planted she'd clap her hands, stomp her foot, and demand to the plants that they grow. As in, like right then.

We had a luncheon today for the 5th grade moms. it was a "who's who of the school." Ha not really, it turned out to be more of a who's who's mom get together. It is one of those things you think you'll never get caught up in. Well maybe you knew you'd get caught up in it. Me ? No way man. It's amazing to me how I can sit here and say that I'm not one of them, and then be one in the same breath.

I don't try to be or want to be. But, I think that makes me a "desirable" candidate to "them". Like I said I didn't want to get all caught up in it, but ten minutes into there I am talking about if my daughter marries her son then our grandkids would be beautiful, and they would not get married until after college but before medical school. They'd have to live close of course, and we both know we'd be the "best" Grandma.

Son of a bitch.

I lunch with the ladies and this is what happens. I walk in like I don't give a shit. I walk out having arranged a marriage for my 10-year-old, and a lunch date at the country club on Thursday.

September 10
Let's Play Dress Up !


Ok after getting emails, and ideas on comments from people on what I should wear to the LitFest....I thought it might be a fun little game to play !



So, your assignment, should you choose to accept it, is to find me the perfect outfit !!

#1. An outfit that I would wear, as in you think it suits me personality wise, etc.

and

#2. An off the wall, funny, or just flat out terrible ensemble !

Now, #1 and #2 cannot be the same so don't go thinking you are smart and say I'd really wear one of the #2 choices.

Email me the pics at : samvanso2129@msn.com, then I'll post them with your name in the photo album.

Ok ! You have until midnight Tuesday, go !

September 09
Nice


I got an email from Timothy Schaffert saying that "the panelists were more than welcome to bring postcards, buttons, magnets, and any other promotional materials for your books and/or related projects."

Nice. I of course just canceled the blimp appearance with the saying "Who's Your Momma ?!" for fear that it would be too much, now he says I can bring shit !?!?

I think he threw in "related projects" because I am the only one there without a book or nine. I mean hey I'd write a book, but damn have you seen books ? They're like huge ! And all those pages. I dunno about that.

And, I have tons of buttons laying around but I mean who wants all my extra shirt buttons ? I don't get it.

Of course I have no idea once again what the hell I'm going to wear. You know how you want to appear "well dressed, smart, pretty, and approachable" when you do a thing like this. No outfit I have says all those things at once. And, yes I already tried all my outfits on together to see if it worked and it just looked like I had 13 outfits on.

Ok well hubs is home so that means I have to do the whole "wife" thing and "make him some dinner", but he also just volunteered to hold up giant signs with my blog address during my panel, oh wait, he just volunteered to streak naked and do the Arsenio Hall woot too. I just informed him that if he does I'll be introducing him as my ex-husband.