...for this, I shaved??

I have resolved to be a happier person this year......(internal dialogue, major reminder for the minor minder) Well the 17th came and went and we got all dolled up for Donna's Company party thing they had out at the Hilton on the lake. I have about a million things to spill out here and i'm not sure which side of this bucket has the hole, so please bear with me. I guess first thing would be the dress. On an eleventh hour change of plan, i scrapped the empire waist and went A-line. Still a sweet heart neckline and two into four straps across the back and floor length. All in black. Naturally. However, the shawl had already been completed and she wore it. They went together fine, but i knew the difference. I know it probably doesn't make any sense, but this dress irritated the hell out of me and i missed my own deadline. I had it all set up to go to the cleaners for its first pressing Friday morning, but i ended up doing something else and didn't finish the dress until Saturday. They don't do pressings on Saturday. Water under the bridge. This party was the same as most other company parties i've been too. A whole load of phoneys trying to out phoney each other sprinkled with a few genuine people here and there. At one point, a woman asked me to hold her camera while she and Donna and some others took a picture. Naturally, i held her camera. After their picture was snapped, she looked at me and started yelling, wanting to know why i didn't take a picture. It wouldn't be nice of me to repeat what it was i was thinking at that moment, so i simply yelled back at her to take her camera. At that moment i was holding a shawl, my dr pepper, and her camera. It's not like i had a third arm, but she asked me to hold her camera, not to use it. ACK!!! I don't have to see her again. Woo Hoo!! It wasn't long after that we came home. We scarcely talked to each other the rest of the evening. Go figure, i had to be married for a hundred years to have a bad date with her.
On a better note, my Freshman beast child, a.k.a. Bucketface, is throwing Shot Put and Discus with the Varsity and he's competitive. So, i'm terribly proud of him. Right now he's battling acne, something i barely had, and the zinc alone isn't getting it all. Talked with a doctor friend that suggested a milk holiday as sometimes milk can bring about acne if you have a milk allergy. Evidently, you can have the allergy and still tolerate the milk. So to that end, it's Soy Juice for the kid. Bucketface is not the happiest kid in town over that, but he'll do anything for a clear face.
Further good news. The little one, Cheech, received a letter from the school district this weekend informing him that he had been accepted to the Math, Science, and Technology Magnet School. The really amusing part to this is the letter said that if we accept the offer, we'll have to fill out the application for the program and to just write "accepted" in the blank and mail the letter back. Maybe all of the lectures and redoing homework are paying off for him. I mean he's been in honors classes since they were made available, but he just doesn't get fired up about anything. Well i'm proud of him too. I told him today that you don't have to be a football hero to be loved, you only need to be yourself. He patted me on the head. He's my hugger, or in this case, patter.
Well, school and work return to our world tomorrow and i'll be back to my routine. I still need to get a battery for my car and replace my camera, but eh, i'll get there. In parting let me say this. I have made the dress that i made this time before and i believe i am going to retire it. She got the last one of those i'll ever make. Tomorrow, i'll check her closet and see what she needs and go ahead and make her something new for work. Someday, i'm going to get around to making me that poet shirt i want, but until then i'll just soldier on. Y'all be cool now, D