Friday night was spent in the company of my littlest, who helped me make a big 'ole batch of magic squares for the end-of-season volleyball party on Saturday. She did a marvelous job, so much so that I think from now on she'll be in charge of adding all toppings! (which will suit her just fine, since she gets to "sample" quite a lot; you know, just to make sure the product is up to snuff)
We had great intentions on Saturday morning of getting up early and hiking down to the Farmer's Market but I think the rainy weather got to all of us a little bit. The little one ~ always the first one up with the sunrise ~ slept in until just after 8.30am and then opted to have some quiet time in the morning rather than wake us up. By the time she came in to give us a shake, it was closer to ten; far too late to hit the market before the Spring Fling.
Afterward it was off to the year-end volleyball party where, thank gawd, the weather cleared a bit and warmed up and we were able to throw all the kids at some point or another into the (heated) pool. We ate ... and ate ... and ate some more, and then Coach passed around the awards and prizes and we all got a little misty, and then the parents ignored their children for hours while we sat around chatting it up over several bottles (I won't say how many, but it was a lot) of beer, wine and one infamous little bottle of very smooth, very expensive, very tasty tequila. We had expected to get back home just after dinner time; we pulled into our driveway at half-past-midnight. It was a awesome day.
And after a doozy of a sleep-in on Sunday morning (man, did I need that!) I was a busy bee: running errands, getting hopelessly lost in what was basically my own neighborhood (long story ~ I won't get into it ~ but it added nearly an hour to our day. I was not thrilled) and [she says, finally getting to the point of this post] working on the big project I promised to reveal today!
You might think the project is house-related (which would be a good assumption: I'm working on a few projects there as well that I'll share relatively shortly) but in fact no, it's something completely different. What it IS is ....
A NEW BLOG!!
So with that in mind: Everyone, I'd like to introduce you to ....
Hard Lemonade, this is everyone.
Now in the blogosphere, as in life, Hard Lemonade is not for everyone. There's no PG rating on this blog and pretty much no filter. I'll be honest with you: sometimes I'll be talking about some very weird stuff. Basically, 50% of my life is spent humiliating myself in public, or being humiliated, or having ridiculous over-the-top encounters with people that result in stories and experiences no one else has. Case in point: How many people do you know who have been flashed TWICE in the street? By the same guy? IN THE SAME WEEK? And whose flasher burst into tears when she laughed the second time and stood in the alley sobbing with his trench coat hanging open and his junk swaying in the breeze, saying he felt rejected and wanting to talk it out?
See what I mean? This is a true story, and these things happen, people. They happen to me a really lot.
So now I've got a place to write about them but be forewarned: there's a lot of cursing (in real life I swear a little bit like a baby trucker, which is what you get when you're raised on a trading floor with a bunch of aggressive Bay Street trader-types) and no topic is out of bounds. It'll be a bit like having your very own Jerry Springer show, only online in blog format and without all the bleep-outs of bad words (oh, and no paternity tests. I've got that all locked down: no questions there!) Otherwise, though, pretty much everything is fair game for sharing.
So go on over and check it out! I promise that as soon as some of my stories start rolling in, you'll feel much better about your own life (because if I can't be a good example, the least I can do is be a horrible warning :)