and after the show


Nothing shows more birthday love than some “Man-Cake” maple chocolate bacon cupcakes from Christina’s Cupcakes.

Am I right?

Yeah, yeah, yeah…just hurry up with the “Happy Birthday” song so I can enjoy my chocolately, maplely, bacon man-cake goodness.

All kidding aside, my darling husband did enjoy his day of moving furniture for his first-born, magic compliments of Alex Ramon, tri-tip dinner with his noisy family circus gathered round followed with some delicious cupcakes and ice cream because it is also National Ice Cream Day

coincidence?

I think not.

 

invisible in a bikini


Summer is most definitely here and the time is right to bare a little skin at the beach, at the pool, at the water park, at the lake and even on the Dirty Delta because it’s hot, we want to get wet and because it’s fun.

It is fun.

Well, for the body confident, the tan, the fit, the young.

If you listen to women’s and girls’ conversations about swimsuits it would seem that it isn’t fun at all. At one point in all of our lives we have had that moment of anxiety and self-loathing as we regarded ourselves in a harshly lit dressing room dressed in the bikini that looked perfect on the rack. “What happened?“, we wonder, as we regard every real and imagined imperfection, dimple, roll, sag, stretch mark perfectly highlighted in the most non-flattering light possible as we stand before the most unforgiving (and likely angled) mirror.

And while most of us fretted, stressed, starved, covered up and berated ourselves for not having the confidence to rock that perfect two piece swimsuit there are women all over the interwebs and in the news right now who are wearing that bikini and writing about it or posting pictures of it: a fat woman, another plus sized woman, an insulin pump dependent diabetic beauty queen, a woman living with Crohn’s Disease and a colostomy.

Oh, and a 52 year old woman wore a bikini poolside every day last week while staying in Las Vegas with two of her daughters and her grand daughters.

No one noticed. No one cared. No, not because I am over 50 and everyone knows that women of a certain age are indeed invisible once they are women of a certain age. No one noticed because everyone was too busy having fun enjoying that perfect pool, with their perfect, over-priced, poolside refreshments on a perfect sunshine-y day. I doubt anyone could see my birth date stamped on my ass indicating that I should not be wearing that bikini…including some of the men I caught briefly glancing at my ass as I walked by. Even if they could, I doubt anyone really cared. Nor did they care that my exposed, rounded belly once carried four of my five babies…at least no one asked. And although they might have noticed the blinding paleness of my SPF 50 coated body, no one stopped me demanding that I cover up right now. No one really cared and neither did I.

I wore a bikini every day while in Vegas last week because I wanted to…because I can…because I have limited time on this Earth to feel the sun on my skin (protected by sunscreen of course)…because the weather and that gorgeous pool pretty much said so.

when I find myself in times of trouble


Sometimes life is just not much fun which I explain to my young adult children is why it sucks to be a grownup. I told them when they were younger too but they never listened then as children anxious to be grown up never do.

Today was one of those days where life pressed down a little too hard…a migraine…the eye twitchy thing…worrying about work (or lack of) and finances and a broke-ass car that we can’t afford to replace but replace we must and my kids (as their mom I always do worry every damn day because I’m their mom, dammit!)…dealing with my brother’s texts full of lectures and fears about Mommy Dearest’s colonoscopy because routine is never a reality for them which only served to amp up the eye twitchy thing into hyper-drive…and a scary-assed, WTF-is-happening-around-us, near miss driving from Stockton with my son in the car this afternoon. Quite frankly I just wanted to curl up into a ball and weep and wait for sleep or relief from any of what was pressing down upon me too hard to come.

And then the neighbors came over.

This kind of helps.

Actually it helps a lot.

I’m with you kid. let’s go


Celebrating Jodie Grace Wynonna Scarborough’s moment in the way that even her school did not celebrate by recognizing her graduating from high school as Jodie Grace Wynonna Scarborough. It seems that the school will not announce the student’s name as they wish if it does not match to the name in their permanent record because insanity, foolishness and anarchy will result…HORRORS! At least that is what Mr. U., who announced Jodie’s name omitting “Wynonna” as she received her diploma, told us. He further explained that office staff reviews the names that the graduating seniors submit to be printed on their diploma and announced and if it doesn’t match with their school records the name is crossed off and replaced with the name on their records.

Yes, a little ridiculous. A lot disappointing. For the record, when Jodie was enrolled she was enrolled as Jodie Grace Wynonna but for some reason the school’s record couldn’t, wouldn’t fit the whole name so she was enrolled as Jodie Grace W. Can you imagine the chaos that would have resulted if her full name was announced?

Yes.

Exactly.

Perhaps it is not as ridiculous as a high school altering yearbook photos of female students to cover bare, exposed arms and shoulders. Nevertheless, it was a big deal and disappointment for at least one student.

Let us also take the time to recognize the elected Senior Class of 2014 officers, whose names were left off their commencement program and replaced with the ASB officers’ names, some of whom were not graduating seniors. Congratulations Macie Willis – Senior Class President, Claudia Hunter – Senior Class Vice President, Mackenzie Henricksen – Senior Class Secretary, Jodie Scarborough – Senior Class Treasurer. Thank you all of you for your leadership, your example and all of your hard work making this year the very best year for your class, the Class of 2014.

Now that we have got that all out, let’s commence with the commencement celebration, shall we?

If you have only one smile in you give it to people you love. Don’t be surly at home, then go out in the street and start grinning “Good Morning” at total strangers.

Love recognizes no barriers. It jumps hurdles, leaps fences, penetrates walls to arrive at its destination full of hope.

Courage is the most important of all virtues because without courage you cannot practice any other virtue without consistency. We cannot be kind, true, merciful, generous or honest.

We all should know that diversity makes for a rich tapestry, and we must understand that all the threads of the tapestry are equal in value no matter what their color.

Life loves to be taken by the lapel and told: “I’m with you kid. Let’s go.

Every day you should reach out and touch someone. People love a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back.

Do the best that you can until you know better. Then when you know better, do better.

Always, I hope to grow brighter, funnier. I hope to learn to be even more well-rounded. But right now, I cannot be any better than I am.

Everything in the universe has a rhythm. Everything dances.

I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.

You can only become truly accomplished at something you love. Don’t make money your goal. Instead, pursue the things you love doing, and then do them so well that people can’t take their eyes off of you.

Dr. Maya Angelou