Author Archives: debaucherysoup
Lazy Sunday after a night with CHUPACABRA! :-O
Guess where I am. 3 guesses. Okay, here’s a teeny tiny clue.
Lazy lazy day so far. Woke up at what I thought was 8:20 am. Which confused me as I usually don’t sleep in, no matter what time I go to sleep. I wished with vehemence that my dog was capable of making a pot of coffee. She was still busy snoring too – so there was no teaching a young dog a trick.
I gave up on the coffee fairy and took the plunge out of the warmth of my blankets. Clocks in the living room and kitchen said 7:20. What the heck? Either my time zone savvy alarm clock got confused or someone was messin’ with me.
I went to bed late last night too! I swear, I try to milk every last moment out of the weekends. I’ve described it in the past as a tired toddler refusing to go to bed. Even though they’re tired.
I told a friend, ‘hey! When we became ‘grown ups’ we were supposed to stay up as late as we wanted! Pffft. Too tired to stay up so late. No fair.
So I was watching the SyFy channel and got sucked into a stupid B movie that, since I’d invested some time watching, wasn’t about to STOP watching until I knew how it ended.
The cinematic masterpiece was Chupacabra vs the Alamo. Which doesn’t really make sense since … oh, *spoiler alert* the chupacabra wasn’t actually battling against The Alamo, they just happened to end the movie at that location.
Screen shot of the star of the movie.
Yes ladies and gentleman, that IS in fact the one, the only … Erik Estrada.
And now … brace yourself for a screen shot of THE ‘Chupacabra’.
Almost peed my pants laughing at that picture. Oh, it might not look threatening in that photo (like, not at ALL), but the CGI guys must have had their budget increased mid-way through and shocked us with shots like this:
Scary, scary! Then things got a little nostalgic … Aw. Wouldn’t have been complete without a couple few scenes of Ponch on a motorcycle. (Oh, and he was a cop. I love when actors stretch themselves in a role)
Enough bagging on a man who is still working. besides, no one made me watch it. Got to admit, I love low-budget films. SyFy channel rocks.
So, now I’m at the laundromat and in between writing this epic, poignant post – switched the laundry from the washers to the dryers. Ah yes, I can multi-task. From literary genius, to domestic goddess. Snort.
I was out of ‘lives’ in my Candy Crush game when I left the house, my son encouraged me out of my lazy stupor by pointing out that when I got here, I’d have lives. I retorted, ‘lets face it, if I’m headed to the laundromat and looking forward to playing Candy Crush whilst there … I don’t have a life” He agreed. LOL!
But I do. I have an important obligation to fill you in on the little things. Who else is going to tell you about an Erik Estrada movie they just watched? Hmmm? Who will?
You’re welcome.
Things I learned this week
- I need to blog more
- You can’t see a falling star unless you’re looking at the sky. I used to see one every night – when did I stop looking?
- I can still squeal like an 8-year-old girl. I came across this creature at work. My first reaction was squeal and shut door. My second? Get someone to come with me so I could photograph it. Over 6 inches w/tail flat!
- It’s okay to accept help when it’s on behalf of someone you love. This one was a tough one for me. But I’ve realized due to simple math, that there’s no way in heck I can save up the money myself to send Nic to the UK. I’d sell an organ to get him there if I could! But I’ve taken a softer, gentler route and tried saying “Yes, thank you” when friends have offered to help. A first for me.
- When it rains, it pours. After having my tooth pulled, another one broke. And when it rains, friends come out with umbrellas
- Sometimes when a dog ‘scoots’, they do not have worms, but it doesn’t hurt to give them a chewable deworming tablet anyway
- I have had a musical influence on my son. As I hear Dave Matthews pouring out of his room as I type. I have also made an impression on my son – as last night he and I spoke a while about deep things. Apparently he gives my mothering a thumbs up. I could have cried. (And offered him an organ.)
- Punctuation goes inside parenthesis, which makes my OCD want to go back over every single post and fix it!
- I have an amazing life. Beautiful friends and am so so SO proud to be my sons mom.
Musings from the laundromat
I should have named my blog that. ‘Musings from the laundromat’.
There’s something about being here that affords me the ability to declutter my mind and exhale. I wonder, if someone said, “Hey, I have a washer and dryer you can have” if I would take them up on it?
Yeah, I totally would – but I don’t hate being here.
Usually there’s music playing in here, but not today. It’s vewy, vewy, quiet. We’re rabbit hunting. Shhhhh.
And a cart rumbling by breaks the silence. To my right is an older couple. The man is reading and as I glanced over, I caught the eye of the woman. I smiled. I’m not sure if she smiled back or if she was trying to get a piece of food out of her molar. Her mouth moved and there’s fast food in front of her – hard to tell.
They’re actually sitting at my table of preference. Hmph! I’m under a rainbow clothed umbrella at an absurd little round table for four. Like something you would see at an amusement park food court.
Fun fun fun! Woooo! Watch the dryers tumble from your fun 4 red seated table.
Actually, from here I have a view of the bathrooms and the back door.
My table is open …. right this way. Now I can show you the amusement park table.
My keyboard keeps locking up on me. Obviously in between the woooo! And my table being vacated, time passed. That time lapse would be me trying to get my ipad’s blue tooth keyboard to respond to me.
And the post was so thrilling! Can’t believe my train of thought was derailed.
Okay. So let’s muse.
Its Saint Patricks day today, I’m going to make fajitas. And, since I don’t drink, there will be no green beer or Irish Whiskey. Not entirely sure why Americans celebrate St. Patricks day? I mean, unless that’s your ancestry.
I’m from the United Kingdom and wouldn’t be able to tell you much about the day. I think there were snakes and a guy named Patrick drove them out? How did that translate to green beer?
Reminds me of a joke I tell my friend Mario every year (he taught it to me, but it’s our ‘thing’ we do)
Q: Why do Americans celebrate Cinco de Mayo?
A: Because they can’t pronounce dias y seis de Septiembre
Love it. And yes, I know America is a melting pot, but for all intents and purposes I’m referring to non-Irish Americans and non-Hispanic Americans.
Just cracks me up. Any excuse for a party. Because I don’t buy the diversity of culture acceptance crap. I’d love that to be true. But then I picture a sloppy drunk blonde on a bar wearing a collection of green beads, her stomach wet from a body shot and yelling “I’m here to honor the Irish and their rich history! Yeah baby!”
And that hope dies.
Then in my imagination, she falls off the bar. Ha!
Would be great though, wouldn’t it? If everyone was so accepting and tolerant of one another and celebrated heritages not their own.
The only green thing I hope to see today is fall out from that CME. I do hope for green skies. Seeing an aurora is on my bucket list.
What happens when you cross everything off your list?! Oof! I guess go to the laundromat, clear your cluttered head and start a new one eh?
Well, my dryer has 6 minutes left on it – so I will thank you for keeping me company during my outing.
And if you are going to party today, be safe, have fun and watch out for snakes and falling blondes.
Soup out.
The Aurorae are coming! The Aurorae are coming!
“Amanda Revere here, reporting on something I know very little about.”
Rather than mount a trusty stud steed and yell at perfect strangers (what does that mean? What is a ‘perfect’ stranger?) thought I’d blog it.
The sun is sending us a present.
The irony in this is that I watched a B movie with some similarity last weekend.
Pretty sure the ‘end’ isn’t actually here (although, I have heard a few helicopters this morning … hmmmm) And if it IS here, I’m a little ticked that I didn’t toss some desserts into my shopping cart last night. Wouldn’t say no to some key lime pie for breakfast.
But I digress.
A coronal mass ejection (CME) has actually occurred. (let’s hope for the suns sake it wasn’t prematurely.)
For realsies.
Weather forecast? Partly magnetic with a chance of green skies.
‘They’ are also saying there could be some satellite and electrical interruptions. (Better not be interrupting my Candy Crush game! Or the coffee maker.)
A sun spot that is estimated to be bigger than about 6 Earths, has erupted and is sending a massive solar flare our way. (Definitely puts the new ‘freckle’ okay, ‘sun spot’ I have on my hand in perspective.)
Anyway, what that means for us, is that charged particles are headed our way at over 1,000,000 miles per hour.
I’m not going to pretend I know what that means. I just know I’m not going to panic. I’m going to keep my camera close and my eyes on the sky.
EHarmonious enough in my house alone.com
There are still single, attractive, sane people in the world you know. For all of us who have at one time lamented “All the good ones are taken”. Oh no they’re not.
They either have ‘I have run out of $#%&’s’ to give about dating’ syndrome.
Or have decided, ‘Its lovely to be able to pee with the bathroom door open and not have to put down my book when I’m reading in order to engage with someone needing attention’
Or both.
Some, like me, started out with ‘I will focus on raising my child first, then worry about dying alone’ then found that peeing with the door open and reading uninterrupted in the bedroom was something she could get used to.
Others, like a few friends of mine, refused to settle and THEN got comfy not having to adhere to anyone elses schedule, cater to anyone elses desires and needs and also, enjoy being able to pee with the door open.
Don’t get me wrong, it’s still nice to be appreciated.
Went to Wal-Mart yesterday, and a man looked at me and said, “What a beautiful woman”. It didn’t creep me out. He said it in earnest and with no apparent ulterior motive. Nice. I told him ‘thank you’ and you bet I posted it on my Facebook page. (At first I left out the part where he said it from his seated position in the electric shopping cart. It was still really nice getting a compliment.)
Received a message from a friend in California that evening. And I quote:
“so, i was at CVS tonight, when i ran into to a guy i use to date in my late teens, early 20’s. I hadn’t seen him for years, we chatted for a few minutes, etc. and he asked i wanted to get dinner sometime. i said yes, as no just seemed rude, and i was intrigued. i get outside and he shows me his ankle bracelet………..he was busted for growing pot last year. He said it was legal for the medicinal marijuana, but they got caught with too much, WHATEVER. he also lives with his parents again…………….SERIOUSLY UNIVERSE WTF, the first time i get asked out in years and this is what i get!”
After I was finished literally laughing out loud, I did point out that at least she got asked out. Besides, he’s self-employed, close to his family and has great taste in women! I then laughed my arse right off.
The fact of the matter is, this friend of mine is drop dead gorgeous. She’s also smart, compassionate, employed, and funny as hell. But is afflicted with the same lethargy as me.
It’s just SO nice to be HOME!
AND we don’t mind being alone. Crazy as it might sound. We actually like ourselves. Neither of us are lonely when alone. We both did our ‘thang’ in our 20’s. Trust me when I say we were no wall flowers in those clubs. So there’s this ‘been there, done that’ factor to toss into the mix too.
(The blog is called debauchery soup for a reason friends)
I have decided that our destiny will be to share a home 50 years from now with an abundance of cats and there will be porch time to spin a yarn or two about our 20’s … and 30’s.
Maybe there’s even a chance we’ll create some stories about our 40’s.
There is someone who has caught my fancy, but long distance things don’t tend to work out. Although, to be fair, at this point in my life, and with my energy level, across town is long distance.
First step I suppose: make the effort to go beyond the comfort of home, and learn to shut the door when peeing.
P.S. I’ll have you know that today I DID have a date. Here I am with it.
Debauchery Soup 