So we had this conversation yesterday.
Mr. R: I hated that movie.
Mr. R: I mean, the sex scenes were alright. It’s just the rampant douche-baggery in between.
So there you have it. This has been Mr. R’s review of Fifty Shades of Grey.
It’s been a busy week, friends. We waved goodbye to my folks, who were visiting from the wilds of Pennsylvania for a few days. Mr. R got his first listing–a little townhouse in a great neighborhood. Fingers crossed, it sells quickly.
My former employer, the school district, reminded me why I left them prematurely. They made my last paycheck about a quarter of what I was expecting. When I called to inquire as to WTF, I was told that I’d receive the rest of my deferred salary on June 30. “But we have to eat NOW,” I replied.
But it’s all good. It’s the end of June, y’all. And hot! And that’s okay. I love the free spirit of summer, the exuberance of it all. It’s good to be alive.
Tonight’s serenade is Andy Grammer’s Good to Be Alive. Which just feels cheeky and summery to me. I hope you’re enjoying your summer evening. Next week, we’ll be talking about the 4th of July, can you believe it?
Hug those you love. Happy Saturday night!
Happy Father’s Day to you! How’s your weekend going? Mr. R and I just survived a visit from my folks. They mean well, but it’s nice to have our house back to ourselves.
For this second week of Summer Songs, I’m pulling out REM with Stand. I’ve always loved this song, and for some reason, it feels like summer. Maybe it’s the travel vibe. Given the proper amount of liquid encouragement, I could even join in on the line dance they do in the video.
I’m not sure we’ll be going out for Father’s Day–we did a great deal of running around with the parentals all week. But Mr. R has a pop-up beach cabana coming his way. Shhhhh…
This weekend, be sure to celebrate the dads in your life. In addition to gifting your dad with the tacky ties, weed whackers, and golf tchotchkes, let him know how much he’s loved and appreciated. A big hug ought to do it.
And dance along with me if you’re so inclined. Happy Saturday night!
Isn’t June glorious? Warm weather is back with a vengeance. Our local drought is over, thanks to the nearly eight inches of rain we received in the past week. Mr. R. and I spent an amazing Memorial Day at the beach a couple of weeks ago. The water was cool, but calm. We carried our noodles in and just floated. I’m in the mood to hit our favorite outdoor hangouts like Square Grouper and Guanabanas, where I can sip something fruity/rummy/icy cold while gazing out over the water.
Tonight kicks off 13 weeks of some of my favorite summer songs. Now through the end of August, I’ll be posting songs that feel like hot days and balmy nights, like lazy times spent doing what you like with those you like. Recalling more innocent, optimistic times.
For me, The Go-Gos feel like summer. I love this version, because it’s recent. It’s encouraging to see the heroes of my youth still doing their thing.
I hope you enjoy this nostalgic summer romp. Be sure to hug those you love.
Happy Saturday night!
It’s done. I’m officially retired from education. My last day was Wednesday, but I volunteered the final two days to maintain the continuity for my students. My feelings about the whole situation are more complex than I’d anticipated.
The job is difficult, with rough kids and an Administration who bullies and abuses teachers. Leaving to write full-time is a dream come true. But having identified as a teacher for so long, it’s a little weird. I’m sure I’ll find my way.
Mixed emotions aside, I’m still in celebration mode. Which brings us to tonight’s serenade, Uptown Funk. I love this performance from Saturday Night Live.
Hope you’re enjoying this summer weekend. I know, it’s not officially summer yet, but the pace is slower, the days are longer, we’re cooking more outside and less inside, and vacation beckons. Hug those you love and have a happy Saturday night!
Welcome to the unofficial start of summer! It’s a three-day weekend, and I’m only two work days away from retiring. Starting June 1, I’m a full-time writer. Hopefully that means that this neglected little blog will get a bit more attention.
We’re taking a big chance, Mr. R and I. His fledgling real estate career is just beginning to bear fruit. By retiring early, I’m walking away from a sure paycheck every two weeks. But life is short, getting shorter every day. So we’re seizing the day, taking the opportunity to try something new.
For now, that means he’s selling houses in Palm Beach County. And I’m working from home, writing and promoting steamy romance. On the other hand, we may consider selling everything and taking to the road. Recently Mr. R showed me a video of the island of Mauritius. “Here. Let’s move here,” he said.
I can write from Mauritius, y’all. And I imagine someone has to sell houses there. Or work in television news. Or whatever he decides he wants to do. It’s thrilling to know that we don’t have to settle for the status quo.
Confession: I’m hedging my bets. I’m packing into the garage everything I’d need to start a first grade classroom again. Worst case scenario, I end up going back to teaching at some point.
But it’s a beautiful day today, I’m in love with the love of my life, and dammit, you know what? I’m happy. Hence tonight’s serenade.
I wish for you all the happiness in the world. Hug those you love and enjoy your weekend. Happy Saturday night!
It’s May, glorious May, and I couldn’t be happier. We’re nearly to summer. In a mere 25 days, I will be leaving the glamorous world of public education to become a full-time writer. As I unexpectedly explained to my administrator this week (long story, but suffice it to say, the cat is out of the bag), with Mr. R starting his own real estate business, it’s time for a new adventure.
Having been in school in one way or another most of my life, for me summer is long lazy days spent relaxing, reading, going on vacation, hanging out at the beach… This summer will be a little different in that I won’t quit working–my work will just be here at my computer. Which isn’t different from the last few summers, but now there’s the added pressure of needing to see lots more sales so that this becomes a viable operation.
But I’m thrilled for the opportunity and for the support of my love, who says I should go for it. That brings me to tonight’s serenade, Zac Brown and Jimmy Buffett in a joint venture. Don’t we all wish we were knee deep in the water somewhere, finding our own kind of paradise?
I hope you enjoy a beautiful and relaxing weekend in your own kind of paradise. Happy Saturday night!