Archives for May 2008

1. The Flowerbed – I cleaned out the flowerbed Tuesday afternoon just like I planned. I did not get the new soil mixed in because I underestimated the amount of time it would take to PULL ALL THE MILE-LONG WEEDS.

So Wednesday we had a friend over, and yesterday it rained all day, and today it looks like it’s going to rain some more. But if it doesn’t, I’ll be tackling the flowerbed once again.

And since this is in fact an issue of critical international importance, I will be certain to keep you posted.

2. The Widget – I am very excited that I have a brand-spankin’ new way to keep you, the internets, abreast of my ever-changing-list-o-musical favorites. If you look over there to the left, you’ll see a widget from Amazon. And if you click the play button, you can hear clips of some of the songs I’m loving right now.

FAYN-CEE.

3. The Friend – Several of you have emailed me to ask if I actually got to see Heather the other night.

And yes. Yes I did. It was DELIGHTFUL.

I actually hurried home from church that night to try to get the house in some semblance of order before she came over, and after my mad cleaning spree I jumped in the shower because I’d been running around with a couple of five year-olds all afternoon and didn’t want Heather to think that I no longer viewed washing my hair as a crucial step in the hygiene process.

Well.

I dried my hair and rolled it with my beloved Velcro rollers (BELOVED, I TELL YOU. BELOVED.), thinking I had plenty of time to get my coif on before Heather arrived, only two minutes later the doorbell rang and there was cute Heather, standing on our front porch.

While I stood in the foyer sporting yoga pants, one of my husband’s oxford shirts, and about eight Velcro rollers all up in my hair.

And the first words out of my mouth?

“DON’T YOU DARE PUT A PICTURE OF THIS ON YOUR BLOG.”

That’s some twenty-first century friendship right there, my friends.

4. The Oven – Even though the service guy claims he didn’t do anything that would have fixed it, the oven no longer smells like fish.

Personally, I think he must have had a special oven-repair anointing.

And it is ever-so-delightful to be able to cook a meal without wondering if something has crawled up in the wall and died.

Just keepin’ it klassy, y’all.

5. The Get-Together – If you live somewhere in or around or within driving distance of Birmingham and would be interested in a little bloggy get-together, would you leave a comment and let me know? Several people have emailed me to say that yes! they would enjoy a social event! maybe a girls’ night out! for bloggers! perhaps with food!

And I’m all for it as long as I don’t have to plan it. Or cook for it. And as long as I can show up in my pajamas.

Oh, I kid.

6. The Weekend – Have a happy one, everybody!

I’ll be here trying to climb out from under a pile of laundry if you need me.

Heather called me earlier today to tell me she was making a quick trip to Alabama this afternoon so that she could visit with a friend. Heather and I have been trying to figure out a way to see each other ever since we got home from our Uganda trip – and we’ve even been in Nashville at the same time on two separate occasions – but our schedules have been at odds at every turn.

So when she told me that she was planning to be RIGHT HERE IN MY VERY OWN CITY tonight, I was beside myself. And I assured her that even if I had to juggle this and rearrange that, I would figure out a way to see her. We were way overdue for some live-and-in-person conversation.

Since our family had some stuff going on at church tonight, I didn’t have my phone with me when Heather called to tell me that she’d gotten to town. When we were finally able to talk, I explained that I’d run over to the church lobby to buy Alex a t-shirt for choir, only who am I kidding, it totally sounded like TAY-SHURT FAR KWI-IRE, and that is okay because I have made my peace with the fact that I will never be asked to do any sort of professional voiceover work.

Because I also say BU-OOK instead of BOOK, SAYAND-WITCH instead of SANDWICH, STAY-YUP instead of STEP, and now that I think about it I pretty much double the syllables of every single word I use. If the word has two syllables, I’m going to need four. If the word has four syllables, I’m going to need eight. And if the word has six syllables, well, the person listening to me is probably going to need either an extra measure of patience or a nerve pill because it’s going to take me a realllllly long time to say it.

So after I finished telling her all about the KWI-IRE, Heather told me that she and her friend were in dire need of some directions to a restaurant. I asked her where they were, and she said, “downtown,” and my stomach immediately dropped to my knees because I believe I’ve been very clear about the fact that I DON’T DO DOWNTOWN.

Oh, the local authorities might argue that our downtown streets are logically arranged in an easy-to-understand grid pattern, but I BEG TO DIFFER, SIRS AND MADAMS. You could put wedges of cheese on every single street corner, and highly attuned rats still wouldn’t be able to find their way out of that place. Simply put, it’s a maze all wound up in a labrinyth and tied off with a morass, THE END, THANK YOU.

But since Heather and her friend were wandering aimlessly along the downtown streets, I really wanted to do my best to help them. So when Heather told me that she needed directions, I told her to HOLD ON, PLEASE, I HAVE TO PARK THE CAR SO I CAN CONCENTRATE.

And that’s exactly what I did, y’all. I pulled into a shopping center and parked in front of Home Goods and put my head in my hands while I talked because I DID NOT NEED ANY DISTRACTIONS.

To make a long story short, Heather and I overcame our accent barrier (Southern California vs. plain ole Southern), and I was able to get her in the general vicinity of an area where some restaurants might have been at one point in time even if the restaurants aren’t there anymore. I was able to do this by saying things like, “You need to go UP, AWAY FROM THE HOSPITAL,” and then Heather would laugh and say, “Is that back toward Georgia? Or the other way?” and I would reply, “JUST UP, GO UP. AND THEN GO OVER TO YOUR LEFT.”

Really, I’m just like your GPS, only friendlier. And much more confused.

A few seconds after Heather and I hung up, she called me again to ask for the name of a restaurant. I was trying to tell her about a place called Bottega, but with my accent it sounds more like “BOW-TAY-GAHHHHH,” and Heather couldn’t understand what I was saying and thought I was trying to tell her about an Italian restaurant called Ortega, so I finally gave up on trying to say an actual word and resorted to just spelling it out: “BAAAAAAAAY-OOOOOOOH-TEEEEEEEA-TEEEEEEEA-EEEEEEEE-GEEEEEEE-AYYYYYYYY.”

Which was TOTALLY clear, I’m sure.

One of my favorite things about doing giveaways is that sometimes I get to spotlight mom-owned businesses. And today, oh internets, is one of those times. Because there are some really creative mamas in Nashville who have started a company called Show Offs Art, and they want to share their arty goodness with you.

Just for the record, we love sharing.

Even better is that they’re sharing THREE FABULOUS PRIZES: one of their small magnetic boards, one of their large magnetic boards, and one of their wrapped canvases (in case you’re wondering, this one is my favorite).

And the story behind the art? OH, IT’S A GOOD ‘UN. You can read it here.

So if you’d like to win, just click over to Show Offs Art, check out their stuff, then come back here and tell me what you like the most. I’ll leave the giveaway open until Saturday, May 17, and then I’ll use random.org to select three winners.

(That reminds me: my numbered comments are working again, and I am understandably delighted because, well, NO MORE COUNTING.)

(Also: NO MORE MATH.)

(Hallelujah.)

Have fun, y’all.

This giveaway is now closed.

So I should probably pretend to be excited about tonight’s show.

Right?

I mean, it’s Top 3 and all.

I AM SO FAKE EXCITED ABOUT TONIGHT’S SHOW, Y’ALL!

David Archuleta – “And So It Goes” – I love this song. And the little bit of a cappella at the beginning was brilliant. This was probably the first time all year that I’ve really responded to one of his performances…I just thought it was dead-on.

Also: I would like to hug him. Because there’s something about him that strikes me as a little bit sad. And I would like to hug him and cook him some fried chicken, thank you.

“With You” – Probably a smart move on his part to sing a Chris Brown song. It felt a little WRONG, ALL WRONG to me, but I’m also not sixteen. And I have a feeling that this performance probably went over REALLY well with his core audience. So good for him for breaking out of the mold.

“Longer” – Beautiful song. But I was bored.

(I’m sorry.)

(Please forgive me.)

Syesha Mercado – “If I Ain’t Got You” – I thought that was a total home run for her. I also really like that she didn’t go heavy on the dramatics with her performance – just a straightforward, no-nonsense approach. And I liked it.

“Fever” – This was a little too theatrical for me – it felt more like something from the talent competition in Miss America than a song someone her age would actually record. She sounded fine, but I think strategy-wise it was probably a misfire.

“Hit Me Up” – It was a really fun song – but it wasn’t a distinctive song. I don’t think that three years from now anyone will be saying, “Hey, remember when Syesha sang that song from ‘Happy Feet’ on Idol? THAT WAS AWESOME.”

David Cook – “The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face” – SUCH an interesting song choice. And moreso than any other contestant, he can take ANYTHING and make it sound modern. I loved that he stuck with the original feel of the song for the first section, then went into something with more of an alternative sound at the end. SO great. Loved it.

“Dare You To Move” – I was tickled to hear him break out the Switchfoot. However, I didn’t think this was his strongest vocal performance – it sounded like he was a little sharp or flat or off or something. A little bit of a disappointment, all things considered.

“I Don’t Want To Miss A Thing” – I’m trying not to be swayed by the fact that I don’t ever have to hear this song EVER AGAIN IN MY WHOLE LIFE EVER. It’s right up there with “My Heart Will Go On” in my opinion. I liked the edgier ending, though, and he redeemed himself from the Switchfoot song. So in that sense, well done.

Top Two: David Archuleta and David Cook.

And did I mention that I’d like to give David Archuleta a hug and some fried chicken?

Anyway, if you’d like to share your reactions to tonight’s show, just add the link for your specific post to the Mr. Linky below.

Here’s a picture of the flowerbed beast that must be tackled.

As you can see, it’s a bit, um, shady back there.

And here’s the deal: I didn’t get a dadblasted thing done in the backyard today. Because I went to the grocery store just like I planned and then came home to find the oven repairman here (so why does our oven smell like fish? why, he has NO IDEA! that’s repairman #2 with no solution!), and then I realized that we didn’t have any gasoline for our lawn mower, only that was supposed to be Step One in my backyard project, so then I took a picture of the flowerbed because A PICTURE, AT LEAST THAT IS SOMETHING, and then I hopped in the car and picked up the little man from a friend’s house and took him to soccer and fixed some supper and gave him a bath and got him to bed and now, NOW I HAVE TIME FOR THE FLOWERBED, ONLY HOLD ON, IT’S DARK.

Oh, internets. I am a terrible disappointment as a landscaper / flowerbed restorer.

But I do hope to redeem myself with a plan.

Said plan is as follows:

Tuesday: Get gasoline for lawn mower. Mow backyard, then weed and rake out the flowerbed. Turn over dirt, add new soil, and collapse.

Wednesday: Happily abandon plan to entertain the five year-old and a friend who is spending the afternoon with us.

Thursday: Plant things. Then mulch. Bore the internet to tears with many photos of the rehabilitated flowerbed. Skip across the yard, basking in the satisfaction of a job well done. Contemplate why I’ve taken up skipping after twenty some-odd years of no skipping. Shrug shoulders. Then skip some more.

So it’s going to be a very exciting week. As you can tell. What with all the skipping that’s on the horizon.

Anyway, before I start this process, do any of you Southerners have suggestions for shade-loving plants? I know hostas will work, but we have tons of those in our backyard already, and I wouldn’t mind adding a little variety.

Just so you know, my ideal plants are inexpensive, low-maintenance perennials.

I also enjoy plants that are billowy.

But not hostas or ferns.

And other than those six very specific criteria, I have absolutely no plant preferences at all.

See? I am very laid-back.