Sunday, June 29, 2008

The Monsoon Pony Party

Let me start by telling you one of those stories. ALL of our parents have one of these stories. You know, the one that starts out with careful, painstaking planning of the perfect birthday party...

Karlin was turning 7. Karlin's whole world revolves around horses. So when I asked her what kind of party she wanted, she of course replied: "A Horse Party." So I got in touch with the lovely lady (Ms. Sue) who Karlin has been taking Pony Camp with for the last few years. She agreed to bring Patches the Pony out for 2 hours. Pony? Check. Then I had to find a place to have it. How about Lake Park? It's beautiful, they allow horses, and there are plenty of lovely shaded areas for the kids and the pony. Venue? Check. I tried to reserve a "picnic shelter", but they were all taken 6 weeks out. But no worries...Ms. Sue and I agreed that there were plenty of shaded picnic areas for the party. Then Karlin picked out the ensemble: the plates, napkins, cups, tablecloths, favors, and cake toppers. (By the way - I am quite proud that as favors we sent home 1 pony lollipop, and a color-your-own western bandanna that each girl got to personalize and keep. No bags of ring pops that stick to the carpet, stickers that end up all over the furniture, or bubbles that always spill somewhere.) Ambiance? Check. What time of day? Well, it's June in Florida, so only a numbskull would schedule a party during afternoon thunderstorms. How about 9:30 am - 11:30 am? Cooler temps, no rain, and the added benefit of not having to feed the guests an entire meal! Time? Check. Invitations? Check. Cute ones with a little pony and a little rhyme. We are good to go! 8 little girls coming, a horse, an aunt & uncle, a baby cousin, and a Granny and a Nanny. We are ready to ROLL!

So at 7:30 am on said day of party, I awoke, put my feet on the floor, and heard...Thunder. "Oh shit" I thought. "NO WAY is it going to rain today!" I immediately checked the radar, and it looked bad. Really bad. So I called Ranger Andy at Lake Park, and he told me that there was 1 shelter that was first-come-first-serve, and that as of 10 minutes ago it was empty. So Bart and Chase haul ass out there to secure the shelter. We load up the car, and get to Lake Park - no rain. Ms. Sue and Patches show up and set up - no rain. The first guests arrive just as...it starts to rain. And let me tell you, this was no gentle summer shower. This was a full-on Florida-kick-your-ass storm system, with brain shattering thunder and terrifying lightning to go with it. Not to mention the torrential downpour.

We did the best we could. We moved the tables into the middle of the shelter, and Ms. Sue and her husband Steve saddled Patches up and led the girls for short rides under the outskirts of the shelter. Then the lightning got worse, so we did the craft (bandannas), and ate cake. (Ice cream cake, because it was SUPPOSED to be 110 degrees outside, remember?) Then we did presents. Two of the girls' gift bags got soaked, and the bottoms collapsed. Then - in the last 20 minutes - the rain and thunder and lightning stopped. All of the girls got a nice long lap on the pony out around the grass. Karlin got to get up and show off her riding skills, including getting Patches to trot. Right at 11:30, the bottom fell out again - the monsoon was back. All of the girls and their parents were so patient and understanding. And I think most everyone had fun anyway. But still - so NOT what I worked my tail off for.

But as Ms. Sue said: "Kids don't have nearly the expectations that we do." And she's right. Karlin had a blast, and from (most of) the pictures you can't even really tell it was that bad.

How is it possible that I have a freakin' 7 year old?

Two Comics that REALLY Fit My Life Right Now...


Monday, June 23, 2008

Goodbye, George Carlin



In yet another brush with our own, aging mortality, we've lost another great. First it was Evil Knieval last November...now we've lost George Carlin. George Carlin taught me most of the dirty words I know. (My parents used to watch him on TV once we got cable, and didn't know my sister and I were listening.) I even had the pleasure of seeing George in person, in - of all places, the buckle of the Bible Belt - the Saenger Theater in Pensacola. It was about the same time that picture up there was taken. It was also right down the street from First Baptist Church (aka Six Flags Over Jesus), which he probably would have thought was hilarious. He was even better in person than on TV. He was funny, but he was smart too. He made people laugh while he made them think. That's a rare quality in a person. Peace out, GC. May you live your afterlife shouting out all the dirty words you can think of, with no f@*%ing FCC to bother your ass!

Sunday, June 15, 2008

My Reading from the Bucket List...

You'll have to go back and read the archives if you don't know why I call my New Year's Resolution list the Bucket List. Anywho-

One of the things on the list is "read more books." That would be non-kid books. PTA manuals don't count either.

So far, I've knocked out about 1 a month. Not too shabby. I did a few funny ones, one serious pseudo-educational one, and one sci-fi/fantasy. Now I'm adding a classic to the list - Watership Down. True - I have read it before, but it's been about 18 years - long enough that I didn't really remember all that happened in the book. So it was tons of fun reading it - I could barely put the damned thing down! ("Ya Meeter Pig Vig - I elp you get the mudders, ya?") Love that book.

Next I'm trying to get my hands on a book recommended to me by my friend Deb. It's called "I Hope They Serve Beer In Hell", and Deb says it is one of the funniest books she's ever read. Deb is a HUGE reader, so if she says it, it must be true. Apparently it's really good, because my neighborhood book store was flat sold out of it - it's on back order. And the Library has a waiting list about 2 years long.

If I ever get my hands on a copy, I'll let you know how it is. I'm also eyeing a book by Jen Lancaster called "Bitter Is The New Black." The title alone sounds hilarious! Wish me luck!

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

Snakes and Pirates and Riding Lessons, Oh My! And then there's the whole job thing...



So I'll bet the whole "naked snake wrangling" thing sounded all sexy, eh? Not so much. Here's a pic of the big killer himself, happily hanging out in our pool skimmer. The naked part only came in because I had just finished jogging, and since it's Africa hot here now, I am prone to pull off my soaking wet running clothes and jump in the pool to cool off. (You may be wondering why I just don't put on a suit. Have you ever tried putting on a bathing suit when you're all sweaty? Almost impossible. And then there was the fact that my head was on fire, or so it felt like...) Anyway, once I saw the snake in the skimmer, I got out, wrapped myself in a towel, and called for Bart. Bart - of course - immediately called for the death of the snake. Not being overly fond of snakes, he automatically goes into "I'll get the shovel" mode. Me - being the ex-animal enthusiast that I once was - decided that no, we were going to IDENTIFY it first. So up I run to the computer, where I proceed to yell questions out of the window like "Is the tail sulfur-colored?" and "Is there distinct banding behind the eyes?" Bart got fed up with this pretty quick, and besides - it's pretty difficult to distinguish a juvenile snake from pictures on the computer. It most likely was a Florida Brown Snake. However, it COULD have been a baby Pygmy Rattlesnake (venomous) or a baby Cottonmouth (venomous).

I should take a moment here to interject that THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS A POISONOUS LAND SNAKE! They are VENOMOUS - not POISONOUS, due to the fact that the venom is injected in order to take effect. (As opposed to an animal such as a Poison Dart Frog, who excretes it's toxin onto the skin, where you have to touch it or ingest it to be affected.) Pet peeve of mine. You'd be amazed how many so-called "Wildlife Experts" on Animal Planet or the Discover Channel will refer to snakes as "poisonous."

I am not a big fan of killing wildlife. However, when it comes down to the chance that one of kids might be in danger, what can I say - I let Bart get the shovel. So that's how I came to be naked, wrapped in a towel, holding a tiny snake with a pair of BBQ tongs while my husband cut it's head off with a shovel. Before you say "Awwww" with sympathy, I need to point out that this little punk was really nasty. For a snake that small, he was not going to take any crap off of us. He curled up on the handle and tried to strike several times, which did nothing to increase the odds of his staying in this world.


I had a fabulous girls' weekend at the beach last weekend. We went to a place in Treasure Island called John's Pass. There was supposed to be a Pirate Festival that weekend, but I'd have to say the whole "Pirate Festival" part was pretty lame. Gators was a fun and unusual place though. On night #2, we gave up on the John's Pass thing, and took our decked-out selves to St. Pete Beach to attract attention with our Pirate outfits and beads. It was a very rare occurrence for me as I was the perfect amount of drunk, AND I wasn't the sick one the next morning! Here's Nancy, Therese, and I, looking rather mischievous if you ask me.

And then there's the riding lessons. God bless my baby girl - in almost 7 years on this planet, she has loved nothing but horses. Horse books, Pony books, any movies or games with horses in them, horse clothes, pony camps during the summer and on breaks. We counted a few months back, and she has 87 horses in her room. Those include stuffed horses, Breyer horses, My Little Ponies, etc. 87. And with her birthday coming up, what did she ask for? Ponies and Horses. We've tried Gymnastics and soccer. No dice. We did Chorus and now piano. Those were met with moderate enthusiasm. After almost 3 years of Pony Camp (where she learned horse anatomy & grooming, and some beginning riding), Ms. Sue says she has reached her ceiling and needs to move on to proper riding lessons. The good news? There is a great place about 6 miles from the house. It's beautiful, and they can teach her as much as she wants to learn - maybe even to the point of showing and competing. It seems so extravagant to me - riding lessons are for rich kids. That's where the bad news comes in - it's pretty pricey. But if she doesn't do much else, and it's the only thing she's truly expressed an interest in, should we give it a go? I'm tempted to say yes, but I'm not the one who pays the bills.

And that is actually a pretty tidy lead-in to the whole job thing. I don't pay the bills, but I may be helping. Last night, I spent 3 hours filling out my first job application in more than 7 years. I'm not even sure I want the job - it's full time, it's 25-30 minutes from the house, and the pay is so-so. But it's a Park Ranger position, so I'm throwing my hat in the ring. I think I passed my first hurdle by going through that endless application process for the Sate of Florida. UGH! You have to really be interested in a job to go through all of that. I seriously doubt that I'll even get a phone call back - I've been through this at least 3-4 times before, and each time - nada. But I'm hopeful maybe they'll at least want to talk to me. Then maybe I can get them to consider a part-time gig.

Bart says I shouldn't tell people I'm applying for a job. What a weirdo - what's wrong with sharing your entire life with a couple hundred of your closest pals? (Or the whole 8 people who read this thing - ha ha ha!)

Wednesday, June 4, 2008

Coming Soon....

I'm coming back - I swear. Once I get through the end-of-the-school year stuff, and once I recover from my upcoming Pirate Festival girl's weekend, I'll update this blog.

I'm sure I'll have some interesting stories to muse over. And I'll have to tell you about the naked snake wrangling.

If anyone from the Tampa Bay Lighting stumbles upon this: WTF? BARRY MELROSE AS COACH? YOU CAN NOT BE SERIOUS!!!! CALL THE PRESS WHEN YOU SOBER UP!

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