Facebook Drama

 I innocently posted the following update to my face book: Going to go take a disco nap. I needed a nap because I was going out to a party with friends. Long gone are the days when I could work all day and party all night..rinse..lather ..repeat.

This Stella was going to get her groove on.

While I was in a deep sleep coma my oldest daughter read my update and called her younger sister (who lives with me) to discuss my social life. Where's Mom going, who is she going with,what time will she be back..what is she wearing..yada..yada..yada.

Last time I looked I was of a certain age. The images of Granny sitting home alone Saturday night watching Lawrence Welk and knitting while talking to her cats are best to be left in the 60's.


I purposely left my cell phone at home because I knew that my adult children would be blowing it up all night.

I got in at 2 a.m. and proudly did the walk of shame all the way to my bedroom.

Dear Kids,

Get a life..I got one.

Good Morning

‎4 loads of laundry washed and folded sink full of dishes done...amazing what one can do when the Internet is down.

Day Tripping

The brat and I were taking in the scenery of First Street, Sanford, Florida yesterday. First Street is dotted with antique shops and art galleries. As we were trudging along the brat informed me that since she was now seven months pregnant she needed to pee, and pee now.
The first place we came upon was a bar slash art gallery. As we walked inside the owner came to the door to greet us. She asked us if we were there for the book signing. I replied that we were there for the prego to use the rest room. She pointed to the back of the bar and said " Enjoy, but be warned we have the best bathroom you will ever see."
The brat walked back to the bathroom . I made my way to a table that was set up with books. As I approached the book table a young blond women came over to me and introduced her self as Kristin Harmel. She proceeded to tell me that she was a novelist, and showed me her books. The book she was promoting was called " The Art of the French Kiss" it is written in the genre of chick lit. Chick lit is told in a more confiding, personal tone. It's like having a best friend tell you about her life. These kinds of books are usually filled with humor.
We had a brief conversation about writing and promoting books. I asked her if she did any social networking. Kristin informed me that she had a myspcace and a facebook profile. I spoke with her about Gather and we exchanged emails.
At this point my daughter came back from the ladies room and she leaned over and whispered in my ear. "Momma you have to come see the ladies room." I let her lead me to the pink door of the ladies room . I opened the door and began to laugh. Yes indeed this ladies room was a piece of art. Oh..the places my panties travel to! Please ladies enjoy the pictures that follow.