Thursday, August 5, 2010

Reshuffling My Deck




So I confess that I have been consumed completely the past couple weeks. Vacation, the work load that comes after that and now fully entrenched in the love bubble that is my sweet son being home for two weeks. My time just keeps running out and I find myself with just not quite enough of it to properly feed this blog which of course makes me feel like poo. This has been the first visit in years when Jeremy has spent most of his time at home with us, before he would be gone all the time visiting with friends but this time....this time he seems to need to really feel home and has been spending most of his time here. I'm sorry that I have been somewhat missing but I can tell he needs my attention right now and I mean really, this is just a silly blog and you guys are probably visiting me more for me than for you anyway right? Not sure why I am feeling guilty but I am.....

So I got off of work half an hour early today, the shop was well staffed, all my wines put up and ready for grabbing, orders placed and I had given the hubby a shopping list for the dinner I had planned around the jackpot of tomatoes that Dale had brought me from her amazing garden. Smug, I was feeling smug and like I had all the time in the world....yeah. Took my regular route home with a bag of open Loire samples I had been given from my Henry Wine Group salesman and a Tupperware bowl stuffed with red, green, yellow and tiger striped tomatoes that were simply teasing me with their aromatics as they sat in the passenger seat of my warm from the sun car. I flipped the stations on my radio as I sat in the abnormally long line for each light I usually sail through every other day of the week. I was fixated on making dinner for my family, those sweet beginning to sweat tomatoes making my mouth water each time a rush of air passed over them....that was when I was able to get the car going enough to generate any gusts. After twenty minutes I began to sense the doom that would eventually be my drive home.



The drive that never takes me more than thirty minutes took me over an hour and a half due to a big rig flipping over on the 405 closing four lanes of traffic...oh mother effer! Now I happen to be one of those people that does not get upset about this kind of thing, when I hear that an accident is the reason for the delays it kind of breaks my heart and reminds me that someone is having a far worse moment than I am. The thing that pisses me off is all the assholes that behave like selfish fucks in the wake of such events; cutting people off, driving in the bike lane and then leaping in front of people trying to make a left hand turn and those cheesedicks that block the intersection making it impossible for everyone else to continue moving forward. Dammit!

So I got home way late, face all flushed and jaw tight from the "Oh no I am not letting your ass in....I've been here for thirty minutes" glare that I had to flash all the way home. The kid had made plans for dinner with friends, plans that involved driving so the hubby was unable to do any shopping until I got home. By now I was deflated, hot, cranky and the last thing I wanted to do was cook some elaborate meal for two. We opted for creepy fast food and I jumped into a very tall glass of Pastis, (Ahem Charlie) which turned into another tall glass which turned into....crashing fulling clothed on the couch. All my good intentions of a family meal and writing something entertaining for you cats to read melting into the ever increasingly squished cushions of the couch right along with my weary flesh. Yeah, I suck.



So I woke up about twenty minutes ago and felt like I should offer you loyal, kid voting for folks something and seeing as I have learned how to do those linky dealie things....well here are a couple things that have entertained me in the past couple days. I offer them to you fully acknowledging that I am a lazy freaking blogger and seeing as there is like no wine, probably the worst wine blogger ever. All that being said I hope that you all forgive me, know that I will be back in full form here soon and at the very least...I hope one of these makes you laugh. I really do love and cherish you all. I see you logging on and trust me the pangs of guilt are upon me but I have to be with Jeremy, catch up on work and sling some wine kids....but I promise you this...or maybe threaten is a better word, I'll be back.....


Crazy People File

http://www.wsmv.com/video/24337305/index.html

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y0h3a7MmMss

Feeling Like I Am Doing My Part

http://www.themedguru.com/20091206/newsfeature/stare-boobs-longer-life-study-86131320.html

Just Crack Me Up....

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2tLrvFycHXY

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X0-Sv6YnxEc

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=txqiwrbYGrs

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2010/08/03/greta-van-susteren-sick-o_n_668829.html

Now I am going to wander off to bed.....

13 comments:

Annie Browne said...

Suck? Hardly, girlfriend...you rock! Spend time with your son, we'll be here when you get back and are ready to do your thing. Maybe that's one of the things that makes your blog so great, that passion that you have for your family...when your son isn't home, you get to pour a little into us! Enjoy!!!

chris said...

Write when you're ready. We'll wait.

Samantha Dugan said...

You are both awesome! Thank you so much for not bailing on me. Just can't seem to find the time right now....but I will!

Another Day of Crazy said...

Blogs are like wine... we'd rather quality over quantity anyday. Enjoy him being home, the writing will happen when it does.

Valerie said...

There is no sucking here. Your readers get that "we don't live our life out on the pages of the blog." Enjoy time with your son - and real life - we don't get an infinite supply of it!

Ron Washam, HMW said...

My Gorgeous Samantha,

OK, leave it to the HoseMaster to speak the truth. It sucks the high hard one when you don't post very often! I go through horrible withdrawal, I get the cold sweats and my hands tremble like I'm Betty White.

But I don't blame you. I blame all the lurkers who read you, who devour every word you write, but don't comment, don't encourage you, don't shower you with attention. Losers. It's all YOUR fault.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, spend time with your son. Blah, blah, blah. What about ME? Huh? What about me? It's all Jeremy and Tyler and Call-o all the time. And I'm just sitting here waiting for a new post from the most talented wine blogger alive.

Try to think about me for a change.

I love you!

Your HoseMaster

Samantha Dugan said...

Ladies,
Thank you so much for understanding and who the hell knows something might get me all fired up which will of course have me thumping away at my little wheezing laptop sooner than expected, just wanted to let people know that I was not fading into the mist!

Ron My Love,
That was just about the cutest thing I have ever read. I love you so much! You are right of course, it is the fault of the lurkers that read and never even bother with so much as a hello. I am going to go on strike and not write another word until they say something.....or not.

I adore you and thank you for making me blush and giggle you sweet thing you.

Michael Hughes said...

You know I love you sweetheart.

Samantha Dugan said...

And I you Michael....when are we running off to France?!

Michael Hughes said...

Not soon enough!

Daddy Lurker said...

Hello !!!

Kimberly said...

Wait, you wrote THAT post when you were tired and hot and suffered a massively unpleasant commute?
Plus, I was just reading over on Suburban Wino about the difficulty of keeping up with blogging when you have a newborn, and yet I. . . I have only me, just a 25 hour a week job, and lots of time and freedom, but can't manage to do more? This is the universe sending me a message. So, um, thanks.

PS-if you can write this post under those circumstances, that is a cause for celebration. :)

Samantha Dugan said...

Daddy,
Awe, you just made me feel like you might be missing my stoopid musings. Very cute.

Kimberly,
The worst part for me is I actually miss the writing, (and the chatting back and forth with my readers) so much when I can't find the time to sit and do it. It always clears my head and feels like therapy to me....need to get back to it soon before I go freaking nuts!