Weekend Recap of Indie Author L.A.

I didn't want to reschedule the appointment with my friends (my current editor and his wife), but I was backed into the corner of spousal obligation. Out of the blue my husband wanted to go out to Gilbaltar Trade Center after our pre scheduled breakfast date. Gilbraltar is a humongous trade center where sellers of just about everything you can think of (rare coins & stamps, jewelry, Avon, clothing, toys, guns, etc.) gather every Saturday and Sunday.

"Remember we're having company this afternoon." I said gently.

"We'll be back by 2." He assured me. So I text my friend's wife--she's the techy one--and advise her of the time change. I wait to hear back.



Excited about what I may find at the trade center, I decided to make the best of unfolding changes to my day. It's been many years since I've been out to Gilbraltar. I'm sure I've been there, at least once or twice, in my adult life but my strongest memories stem from childhood visits with my parents and older brother. The sharp dressing man that my dad is, I'm sure he was on the hunt for good deals on leather jackets while I was more excited about what I would go home with: books, charms for my bracelets I like to make, and materials for friendship bracelets and key chains.  Guess, I haven't changed much!


We set out in the wrong direction, unaware that the trade center in Taylor, Michigan had merged with the one in Mount Clemens. No biggie, though. We made a pit stop at Denny's for breakfast before heading in the opposite direction. My grand slam breakfast was delicious!

Over the forty minute drive, my husband enjoyed listening to tunes from his cell phone playlist while I enjoyed being on the passenger side, for a change, delving deeper into the one of the three Jessica Fletcher mystery novels that my daughter gave me for Christmas.

Sadly, my son wasn't as entertained as I because we don't one of those cars with built-in Wi-Fi. Poor baby. But he perked up once we made it to the trade center.



It was his first time--at least with me. He could have gone with my dad. In fact, I'm sure he did. My dad took him everywhere. Obviously, it wasn't as exciting for him as it was for me as a child. Kids of my son's generation are used to getting little trinkets in between birthdays and holidays.  I wasn't so fortunate--until those family trips to Gibraltar. Back then I was into friendship, charm bracelets, and Sweet Valley High books! And Gibraltar was chock full of everything my eyes could behold!



Nevertheless, my adult eyes weren't overly impressed. I left with a pair of gloves only because the sellers looked desperate for a sale. My son was happy with some fresh cider and fresh mini donuts.



From there we made a few other stops. Nothing of any significance. Unfortunately, my afternoon plans with my friend didn't work out. Honestly, I was pretty disturbed that I let my husband coerce me into changing my plans. Instead of pouting, though, I sucked it up. Sacrificing is a huge part of marriage. However, I WILL NOT be doing it again when I reschedule my plans so I hope my husband doesn't have anymore plans of disruption up his sleeve :))


Til Next Time,


L.A.

A Not so Regular Saturday

Days like this are alright with me! Days when I don't have anything that I have to do. Days when the kids don't have anything that they have to do. Of course, a teenager can always come up with something to do rather than stay at home and clean up. Me too, for that matter. LOL! Seriously, while I'd love to stay home doodling around on the Internet (Blogger, Twitter, & Facebook), I won't do that to the kids.

My daughter wants to get to the mall to shop for her infamous Sweet 16 birthday outfit. My son wants nothing more than to pick up a toy along the way. And me, I'd prefer to do none of that because I know when I leave the house I'll be compelled to take care of some necessary things for the house but I will at least ensure that I treat myself to a pedicure and eye brow arch while we're out.

Here's a First--Thank God it's Monday!

It's very much out of the norm for me to be ready for Sunday to come to an end. Sunday's are usually the best day of the weekend for me because I relax most of the day. Unfortunately, this relaxtion routine entailed slacking up in regular church attendance, but I'm working on rectifying that, especially after the hard-hitting sermon my pastor delivered about the importance of regular church attendance.

Anyway, my weekend got off to a great start! I was hangin' with my honey on Friday--dinner at Southern Fires, a social drink & some dancing at Mitch's, a neighborhood bar, and then on to Motor City Casino. Needless to say, it was a full and fun night. Saturday was cool too. With my kids spending the night at my mom's, I got a chance to sleep in until 9AM (hey, mom's get excited about stuff like that :)) The weather was simply too beautiful NOT to do the leaves outside, so that's what the kids and I spent the afternoon doing. I didn't even care that all my daughter basically did was hold the bag while I did most of the work. I considered it a work out! Saturday night was supposed to be more hanging, but it didn't work out that way, and that was cool. I had absolutely no complaints.

Then Sunday rolls around. I figured my biggest challenge was going to be getting my tail to church (this would make 2 consecutive Sundays). But it wasn't challenging at all. I was up and ready to go. Then my daughter starts hollering my name from the basement while I was getting ready for church--I can't stand when she does that. Eventually I had to go to see what she wanted. The news wasn't good:( The damn dryer wasn't working. The motor was running, but there was no tumble action. I was instantly frustrated because my plan for the afternoon was to assemble my son's new bunkbed, NOT trying to troubleshoot whatever was wrong with the dryer. So when I got home from church, assembling that bed was exactly what I got started doing. To hell with the dryer! I was kind of hoping the problem would somehow resolve itself. Far reaching, I know, but a girl can dream, can't she???

Well, my dream would've been perfect if my daughter would've kept her mouth shut. "What are you gonna do with the dryer ma?" "I've got to dry my clothes, ma." "What am I going to where to school tomorrow, ma?" One question after another question. Sure, her concerns were valid, but GOSH, I couldn't resolve it, even if I tried, in one day WHEN I had another priority! I regret it now, but I lost my cool.

On top of the dryer and mouthy daughter issue, I had to deal with my honey's bad attitude. I really don't get why men agree to do things (help put the bed together), then when it's time, have an attitude about it. I won't stereotype ALL men, but that's how mine was acting and I didn't appreciate it. So, of course, I had to fuss at him too!

Do you understand why, now, I couldn't wait for Sunday to come to an end?

Weekend Recap

I know everything happens for a reason and because I'm a child of God, I also know that everything that happens is meant for my good. Well, none of that made me feel immediately better about how out of control my weekend became! It's not that it was soooo bad, but it just didn't go my way. First, my body finally surrendered to my 5yr old son coughing in my face throughout the week. I woke up with the scratchy throat syndrome. Then, since my son had had the cough for over a week, I decided to take him to the doctor. Plus, he needed a haircut AND I had plans to drop my daughter off at the mall with her friend. Then some family stuff surfaced on Sunday, which is REALLY the day I like to chill! Therefore, the weekend that I had planned to relax and recover from the tiresome previous weekend was everything but.

HOWEVER, in the end everything was in divine order. The things that interrupted MY plans of the upmost importance: my nephew's 1st b-day party and a family dinner in celebration of my visiting great-aunt from Memphis, TN. As much as I complained about the infrigement of my intended R&R weekend, I was glad to have had the time with my family.

God-willing, there will be other weekends to sit back and relax or maybe do some major house cleaning that my house is in serious need of.

Til next time...

L.A.