For my food followers it was Panini night!
Unless you have gone through a messy blindsided divorce there are somethings you will never understand unless you are part of the club. It’s not a secret handshake and password kind of society. It’s more like a Mensa convention for the chumps that got cheated on. Once you get through the initial pain and suffering it is the most liberating feeling in the world. I and many others couldn’t write 30,000 word essays on re-discovering yourself and loving to live again. I was there long before I met Miss Madison personally, but amazingly the bitterness of others kept ratcheting up. I only bring this up because one the charter club members of my little divorce group brought the biggest smile to my face recently.
The prophet who coined the phrase “Karma is a bitch” should be canonized and have a monument in his/her name on the lawn of the White House. Welcome to Miss Athena world (it’s a pseudonym and for the right dollar amount I will tell you her real name) she got her Karma this past week and in a huge way! After reading what was going on in her life I literally was going all Lionel Ritchie and “Dancing on the Ceiling.” Athena is one of my absolute closest buddies I’ve met in blogger world and we both kind of “grew up” together in the divorce process. Check Athena’s wonderful little blog out, and tell her I said “Hi.”
Miss Madison and I have an open invitation to visit her and “The Captain” anytime we head to Miami. The same offer was extended to her if she wants to come to Indiana but she declined, just kidding Athena! Again she lives in Miami…we live in southern Indiana. I don’t think the United States Tourism board is including my part of the country on any promotional literature unless it involves hydroplane racing or the artillery units placed strategically along the Ohio River facing Kentucky.
Riding my own little Karma high today, it was an early day at the office and then yet another mission behind enemy lines to extract Sloane from the evil empire . First stop was a trip to her school as my little adolescent warrior was being honored with 18 of her peers as “Citizens of the Month.” She’s been at that school for three months and is already kicking ass and taking names! Area business leaders and even the mayor (who if re-elected all I can say is WOW, he makes Bernie Sanders look like a teenager) all show up to greet the children with little gift bags and awards. It was a 90 minute drive for a 15 minute ceremony but I wouldn’t have it any other way watching her excel in a situation she hates and doesn’t comprehend. To say I’m proud of her would be a bit of an understatement.
I tried to negotiate the key to the city for her, but they were having none of it.
Even better Miss Madison called in a couple of favors and threatened to teach the local eighth graders that the south won the Civil War if she wasn’t allowed to accompany me. Her administration relented thankfully and I had a partner in crime for the trip to Lawrenceburg, KY. She immediately was regretting that decision when I reminded her repeatedly that “She used to call me on my cell phone” and whatever else my maniacal mind could come with depending on what song was playing on the radio. For the record Miss Madison never answers her cell phone because of some secret teachers code that a cell phone must stay on vibrate 24/7 or she’s just ducking me! For my readers I am on that Hotline Bling if curios by the way.
Two Hoosiers in Bluegrass land.
Walking into and I quote Genesis (the band not the bible Brits) “The Land of Confusion” with Miss Madison was one of my proudest post-divorce moments. I walked into that school like I was boss and with my super bitchin’ girlfriend by my side I couldn’t have been prouder. The look on Sloane’s face that she showed up with me to recognize her achievement was beyond awesome. Miss Madison has accepted Sloane since the first time they met, but her showing up with me at a school event only cemented their own bond they have. In an unrelated note they picked on me the whole way home. It’s a hard knock life as a guy against two girls is all I can say!
Sloane and the gang thought bowling was a fitting reward!
About it for tonight, the Madison Auto War is at sort of an impasse at the moment, although a major ally might call a cease fire to this war before it begins. Time will tell on that, but Sloane is going to be the winner this weekend as she gets to do some more Girl Scout related activities and kick it with her pops in our quest to keep continuing to rewrite the rules of fun! Plus I need to see how many more artists I can quote in a blog post!
It’s election season can you spare a vote for me! (Limit one per day)