Aghhh!!! TGIF, baby!! No, not Thank God It’s Friday. THANK GOD I’M FABULOUS!!! I am, however, so glad its Friday! End of the work week – finally! Race for the Cure tomorrow!! Then lunch and shopping with the girls! Woo Hoo!!

Yesterday’s drama was mainly work related. Who are these people that think if they name drop the higher ups that we’ll jump through hoops?? Unfortunately, just the right name was dropped yesterday and I was jumping. Who am I, after all, but a lowly state worker? With layoffs still looming, its best to do the job as requested and do it VERY well. I had to schmooze my vendor a little bit but let’s face it, I schmooze well. LOL. The customer is happy, my vendor is pacified and I’m on to the next project.

I did have a little baby girl drama to add to my pleasant work day. Little Miss Eva decided to use profanity at school which led to a one day suspension. You know, I didn’t even argue with the disciplinarian when she called. Didn’t say a word but okay, okay, Okkkaaayyyy!!! I told Eva when school began, if they call and said you did it, you did it. I guess maybe she wanted me to beat Eva in front of everyone or cause some sort of rukus. In any case, Eva’s home today and she’s got a list of my least favorite chores to do. Mess with the Queen, you get sent to the dungeon. I hate it but she’s got to learn. Don’t get me wrong, I am a fan of expletives but they have their place. School and church aren’t the place. Combine the two and you’re just SOL wrong! Now Eva’s grounded for one week, missing the cheerleader lock-in tonight and has had her phone confiscated for 2 weeks. She’s going to miss that little boyfriend of hers. Have I mentioned Deuce? Deuce. Deuce??? (sigh) He’s actually a pretty cute fella and mightily talented but what mother doesn’t freak at thought of her daughter going steady with a wannabe rock star?

I had to miss my Jaime Ann’s debut party for her new invitation line. (sad face) I had actually just told Jaime Ann I wanted her to do the invites for Eva’s Sweet 16 and then I get the fateful phone call. I’m praying by November Eva’s sweet again… To save the day, Jamie took me to dinner at my favorite restaurant in town – Copeland’s Cheesecake Bistro. (Shout out, ya’ll!) Girls, you’re going to love this… As we’re getting out of the car, I hear a very familiar old voice – that of my father’s closet friend – The Rab. I say in my sweetest Southern gal voice “Oh my goodness! I knew I recognized that voice! How are you?” Forever the politician’s child, I exchange hugs and smiles and then he says… Wait for it… “I’m on the phone with your ugly old daddy.” All I could say was “Oh.” Talk about letting the air outta your tires! Let’s just say “Daddy” and I aren’t the best of buddies these last few years. Suffice it to say, you mess with my kids, you’re history. No excuses. Just, G-O-N-E, gone. Daddy is now – Jack. And Jack, if by chance you ever read this, you took the car from your grandson not me. YOUR GRANDSON! Just so you could punish me for seeing you for what you really are. What kind of man uses a child to hurt someone? What kind man wants to hurt his own child that desperately? At any rate, it was great to see Rab. I’ve always liked him. He sticks by Jack through thick and thin. I can’t help but admire that.

Dinner was marginal. The BBQ Shrimp whatever it was in a bowl was too oily. So disappointing because I am such a huge fan of CCB. Jamie’s burger tasted delish! The crawfish egg rolls were super but $10 for two egg rolls? I may love glitz and glam but I don’t just throw my money away. Dinner did, however, give Jamie and I a chance to talk and catch up. We agreed on Eva’s punishment to a tee. Jamie was disappointed to hear that Susan, Jack’s common law wife, never called me after insinuating that Jack was so anxious to reconcile. Laughable really. We also had yet another discussion about the on-going battle between his little brother and his girlfriend and us. She would be one of the bi-@tches I used to call friend. But what kind of friend tells everyone you hooked up with a guy during GNO in NOLA? Especially when the truth is – it was the Jager shot girl! Hell, even Jamie couldn’t fault me for that. Wendy was by my side the entire night and my son, Chris, slept in the hotel room with us! And did I also mention that I’m creepy and mean and apparently a miserable cow? Bite me already. Let he who is without sin cast the first stone. I’m thinking it’s not you, little brother, or your latest “love of my life”. Jamie continues to tell me to stop worrying what they say about us. “Be who you are because the ones that mind don’t matter and the ones that matter don’t mind.” I’m trying but I worry about Jamie and I worry about my father-in-law and I worry about my kids hearing this garbage. Jamie is a good man. He doesn’t deserve to be dragged through the mud because someone doesn’t like me. And I love my father-in-law. I haven’t got a solid father figure in my life other than this man. I am not about to let someone take him away from me or from my children. It’s like this, Bubba, “Lock on da ground, lock on da ground. You don’t pay your note; find your lock on da ground.” I didn’t give him up but there is a part of me that really wishes I had. Kudos to my girl, Nancy – the Boatslaya!!! Someone finally got enough of coddling little brother and gave him back what he’s been giving.

Race for the Cure tomorrow. I’m so honored to join the Cedarcrest-Southmoor team in supporting this cause. Breast cancer is the most common form of cancer in women aside from skin cancer. I’m proud to join my girls, Wendy, Nancy and Brittany in the walk tomorrow. And Jamie’s walking, too! Wear your pink tomorrow and donate! http://www.komen.org/

I’m going to meet my man for lunch now. Peace out, ya’ll!