Sunday, April 21, 2013

Home Alone Volume II



Some girls shop their way back to sanity.
Rich girls travel, or do a spa weekend.

I read books, cook food, take naps. I watch a little telley.

But yesterday I found myself with a rare and priceless gift, the likes of which I haven't seen in a very long time: I had 2 hours alone in my house on a sunny Saturday afternoon. And I had already had a fun morning shopping and lunching with Mr. Lee and Rubester and I'd already spent one light-headed hour scrubbing the tub.

My Home Alone came to me by way of fluke, unplanned and impromptu, which was probably for the best.

I didn't know what to do. I felt almost exactly like this. I wanted to do everything (and by everything, I mean books, food, and nap) but the truth is, I still hadn't showered and I had dinner plans with two charming ladies, so that probably needed to happen.

I ended up doing what any sensible girl would do - I took 19 pictures of my baby succulents. They were $2 each at the CVS and yes, it seemed a little splurgey for something so tiny and killable, but what kind of sick person would walk away from a baby succulent? Not me, that's who. I bought triplets. They make me smile every day in their little green crib.

Unfortunately/fortunately, that little escapade took me all of ten minutes because I played my favorite rogue ultra-amateur photographer game, "Don't Move the Dials", which means that whatever the camera happened to be set at for its last use is what I'm stuck with.

{Incidentally, the camera I used to take the above photos is for sale to a good home. It's a Canon 40D with a Canon 28-135mm lens. $350 for the pair. Very good condition. Email me if interested at shannandmartin@gmail...} Edit: SOLD!!!


As my Good-Luck Saturday would have it, our land-line rang, which only means one thing - prison call! We blew right through the allotted 30 minutes. Hilarity ensued, so of course I facebooked it. (On the slim chance that you need more FPFG kid quotes in your life, follow me on facebook here. I also rant about celebs and talk too much about food.)
Robert: People always be tellin' me I'm too white. I don't care. I use proper English!
Me: You're your own person. I love that about you.
Robert: Yeah, but I might need to kick up my "hood".
Me: Well, Dad and I are more hood than you think.
Robert: laughs
Me: You don't even know.
Robert: Yeah, you're so hood that you just drove your mini van to Target and bought pink shoes.*
Hahaha. LOVE this kid.

After our call, I somehow ended up on a 90's Country Music bender. I don't even know how it happened but I sure am glad. It was divine. Just, Sammy Kershaw, I love you. I need more of your nasal in my life. I feel bad when my friend Melanie says you're a dirty old man. You're the Charlie Daniels of the slightly-buzzed crooners. Joe Diffie? I like it that you had a beer gut and didn't try to look pretty. Pam Tillis? Maybe it was you, maybe it was me, but it shore felt right. 
The 90's was where it was at, people. They said "ain't" without irony. They said "cain't" instead of the blase, stuffy "can't". Their boots weren't just for show.

(I'm sorry, Reba. I was never a fan. Truly very sorry.)

In typical fashion, I spent too much time singing in the shower and had 20 minutes to pull myself together. I wore old bootcut jeans, navy velvet blazer, grey v-neck, bubble necklace, and converse. My hair was a free-flowing fright, I'm sure. But it was so worth it because I heard Baby Kenny Chesney singing a real country song and not Carribean-Pop-Country fusion.

Since I'm already over-sharing I'll go ahead and say this:
Blackberry sangria
Goat cheese guacamole and homemade tortilla chips
Something called Al Pastor, which involved delicious pork, fluffy tortillas, fresh slaw, and tomatillo salsa.

Our weeks have gotten stressful and insane lately. I needed yesterday like Tim McGraw needs his hat. 

What was your weekend like? More importantly, what would you do with two free hours in your casa?

*Ruby has been saving her allowance money for pink patent ballet flats with bows on the toe. I literally pried them off her cute brown feet an hour or so ago while she lay fast asleep.