Monday, March 03, 2008

BBQ, bologna, and hairspray

Before I post a thing, let me just say that I just checked my site meter and it warms my heart that someone out there found my blog while doing a Google for bologna cup.

Give me a minute.

Okay, I'm fine now.

Today is kind of a big day for hubs at work. There will be some special recognition that is work-related and some stuff like that. That's about all I can say here.

So anyway, because of THE KIND OF A BIG THING THAT I CAN'T SHARE WITH THE INTERNET, there has been a lot of planning and preparation like who will be there, what will be said, what kind of food to have, and of course, what I am going to wear!

Fortunately, I have the best friend from fashion heaven who understands not only style, but grace and figure flaws-namely mine. I found an outfit on Friday and it is ironed and ready to go. My daughter already had an outfit, although she protested when I told her she could not wear flip-flops or her cowgirl boots.

So, on the what-t0-wear list, we are officially checked off.

As for the food, we went with BBQ. It is a casual lunch and you just can't go more casual than BBQ, except for maybe bologna cup. But, there could be up to 50 people there and the thought of me scooping that many ice cream scoops of mashed potatoes then having to melt all that cheese, well.

Plus, BBQ smells good. The aroma of pulled pork and beef brisket will catch a current from the A/C duct and beckon people to the room. We won't even have to make an announcement on the intercom.

So now all I have to do this morning is get myself ready. My daughter is halfway there- she rolled her hair on sponge rollers last night "special for Daddy."

And can I just stop here and take another minute because the thought of my daughter understanding that Important Event = Need For Good Hair. OH, people. No Mother's Day card could touch my heart more.

She has asked me for the last 30 minutes if she could go ahead and get dressed even though we don't have to be there for 3 hours. No matter, she's got good hair and she needs accessories to go with it.

All of this being said, I need to go now and work on my own hair because mine requires a lot more work than sponge rollers and a little hairspray.

Plus, I am not nearly as cute as my daughter.


Linda said...

Come clean now. Are you really married to a rock star or something?

Melanie said...

Oh, Linda. You crack me up.

Big Mama said...

You are raisin' her right.

Roxanne said...

Yea for good hair.

Yea for barbecue.

Yea for Daddies/husbands who are recognized by the rest of the universe for being as wonderful as we already know them to be. . .mine was teacher of the year last year, so I know how proud you are.

Rachel said...

What an adorable post.
Bologna cup. Love it :-)
I love that she equates good hair for big days. That's fabulous!
Your blog is adorable.