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If

If my mother hadn’t obsessed about the cleanliness of her garage floor…

If she had taken a nap like she had planned… 

If she had let me clean the garage by myself as I had planned… 

If she had stopped putting Tide on the floor when I asked her to…

If she had left the garage when the floor got wet…

If only she had listened to me… 

My trip to Kansas City would have ended differently. She wouldn’t have fallen. She wouldn’t have shattered her ankle and broken her elbow. She wouldn’t have had to have surgery. She wouldn’t have had complications and she wouldn’t currently be in the ICU.

She will be fine…eventually. The recovery will not be easy or pleasant for her or for those around her. That squeaky clean garage floor will not be much comfort.   

Empty Nest

I intended to write a beautiful recap of Pride yesterday but I didn’t have time because I was home with Zeca who kept following me around demanding that we “do something fun!” I didn’t get it…I mean we sorted laundry. What’s more fun than that? Anyway, I don’t have much time so I’ll simply say that Pride was fabulous and hope that this picture says the rest.

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It is 10 p.m. as I am writing this. Both children are still awake and I am beginning to think that they may never go to sleep. They’ll be swinging from the ceiling fans tomorrow morning which generally does not bode well when facing hours and hours of travel. The suit cases are strewn about the house, mostly packed. I can’t help but feel like we are forgetting things. I know that it will be fine…I’ve heard that Portugal has these things called stores where you can buy things. The carry-on bags will be packed tomorrow morning before we all head to the airport. It will all get done. It always does. Tonight, we will all be here in this house. Tomorrow, the house will be empty. Tomorrow, I’ll say goodbye to my family for a month and it all feels so surreal.

I am heading to Kansas City tomorrow after Luisa and the kids head to Portugal. I’ll be back soon…

Drought

I haven’t blogged in a week. I’m in a finger pointing kind of mood so I want to blame something or someone  or everything and everyone for this blogging drought. So, let’s get going, shall we?

I  would like to start by blaming my job. I’ve been spending my days interviewing people who are stealing money from vulnerable people. I ask them questions and they either a)lie or b)make an excuse for the thousands of dollars they have taken. I then a)confront them and tell them that they are lying or b) laugh because they are really bad liars or c)both of the above. Also, should I ever investigate any of you for financial exploitation, don’t tell me that you are stealing for the Lord and don’t quote the Bible during our interview. I may look like a godless lesbian but I have actually read the bible. In fact, aren’t there some commandments you ought to be thinking about? Something about stealing and, oh, honoring your parents?

I’d also like to blame the Gap. Yes, the Gap. You see, I went to buy Luisa some t-shirts for the trip and I found this really cute brown, short-sleeve shirt that I would have loved to have for work. One problem, a pocket with a white button on each boob. I don’t think I am the only woman who has breasts. There is no way a woman could walk around in that shirt without at least 9 people thinking, “Damn, her nipples are pale!” They might as well have embroidered arrows on the front of the shirt and some beautiful script that says, “Check these out!” Some advide to the women’s clothing designers…ditch the pockets. Some of us don’t want to accentuate our breasts.

I’ve also had some pen issues. I had this specific pen that I really liked to write with…a fine point Pilot retractable ballpoint pen, if you must know. Well, I’ve had this pen for awhile and it is running dry. They no longer seem to make the exact same pen and I can’t get replacement ink. So, I need new pens but I can’t use the County issued pens: medium point Bic pens with lids. For me, writing with a medium point pen is like trying to endorse a check with a giant charcoal briquette. As for the lids, well, nothing good ever comes of pen lids. People either chew on them, lose them or end up with nothing butlids. I have tried just about every fine point retractable pen out there. I’m old school though…I like regular old ink. I am not interested in this “gel ink” business the younguns are using today. As you can see, this issue has weighed heavily on me this week and the quest for a good pen has been time consuming.

Lastly, I’d like to blame the weather. I know that I spent all winter complaining about the cold and the snow but now it is summer and I want to complain about the heat and humidity. That’s what we do here in Minnesota. We talk about the weather…a lot. When it is hot, I don’t feel like sitting on a chair typing away on my laptop. No, I feel like sitting on the patio with a cold drink…perhaps a drink with lime…maybe a little tonic…and, oh what the heck, a dash of gin.

So, I guess the long and the short of it is that I haven’t blogged because I am hot and bothered. I will be back next week, though, with a Pride recap and an update on our trip preparations.

Have a great weekend and Happy Pride!

Check Her Out!

Leigh Combs, a fellow Minnesotan and a reader/commenter on this blog, made GO Magazine’s 100 Women We Love! Congratulations to Leigh! Now, the rest of you go check her out!