Moms’ Night Off

Viva Girls Night In


My best friend has three boys, bless her heart, and we recently got together with a couple of friends on a Friday night to eat, drink, and do what we do best—talk!

We may or may not have discussed you, your mama, and quite possibly your cousins and second cousins or your high school math teacher who hasn’t changed one lick since they taught you in the mid-1980s and who they are married to, divorced from, and/or dating.

With ten kids between us, ages ranging from 4 to 21, to say we needed a break at the end of the week was an understatement. One friend’s mom had recently had knee surgery, she works full time, and has a son in basic training for the Army. I need a drink just typing that.

Add wine, good conversation and great food, oh and a little more wine, and you can pretty much describe the evening. We all graduated from the same small high school (cue John Mellencamp Small Town) so most of the conversations started like this..

“Do ya’ll remember so and so? You know, so and so? They grew up down the road from me.”

OH YEAH yeah yeah!

…well you’ll never believe it, but…

Noooo!

Just think of it as six degrees of separation hometown style. Everyone knows everybody. Don’t believe me? Just go to any small town Walmart on pay day or better yet (SCANDALOUS) the liquor store. You’ll see your mama, your friend’s mama, or some guy you slow danced with at homecoming 20 years ago. Same thing goes for church on Sunday mornings. You get your weekly dose of small town gossip, and some spiritual guidance for the week. Bonus!

It was fun and a much needed girls’ night in. I hope next time we don’t wait so long to get together.

Gossip may be tacky, but, like wine, in small doses it’s good for the soul.

Here’s a yummy recipe from our girls’ night in. They’re on the spicy side, so be warned. They’re also messy, so make sure you have plenty of paper towels.

Buffalo Chicken Jalapeño Poppers from Rachael Ray

Ingredients
18 – 20 jalapeño peppers
1/3 cup hot sauce, such as Frank’s Red Hot
2 tablespoons butter
2 cups of rotisserie chicken, skin and bones removed, shredded
1 rib celery, finely chopped
1/2 cup shredded Monterey Jack cheese
1/2 cup blue cheese crumbles
Yields: Serves 4 as an appetizer

Preparation
Preheat oven to 425ºF.

Working lengthwise, slice off the top quarter of each jalapeño. Using a small spoon or paring knife, scrape the seeds and ribs out of each jalapeño.

Place a small saucepot over low heat. Add hot sauce and whisk in the butter until melted. In a medium size bowl, combine the pulled chicken, celery, Monterey Jack cheese and half of the blue cheese.

Scoop some of the chicken mixture into each of the peppers, filling them all up. Lightly mound the chicken into each pepper. Place the peppers in a baking dish and top with the remaining blue cheese.

Bake the peppers until tender and heated through, about 15 minutes. Serve.

Have you had a girls’ night in lately?

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Reunited And It Feels So, Uh, Different

I graduated in 1987 and made it to my 10-year  but not my 20-year high school reunion so it’s been fun to check out everyone’s family photos on Facebook. The most hilarious photos, though, are the 80s big hair shots that people have started scanning and posting (God help us all if my friends start scanning college pics). There’s a definite aura of Aquanet and Def Leppard about these 80s high school pictures. I don’t care if you were the preppy collar up bowhead Muffy or the head bangin’ black concert t-shirt rocker or the pseudo punk Madonna wanna be laden down with 50 bangles on each wrist, twenty years later we all look like extras in a John Hughes film.


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Me and hubby, prom 1987. Our theme was apparently baby blue, which is very attractive in eyeshadow.

Several of my classmates started their families in their 20s so their children are now teenagers. One friend’s daughter just got married, which is really crazy to me, but she and her husband got married right out of high school.

At 39 I’m one of the older, OK if not oldest, moms in Miss A’s daycare class. I don’t really consider myself an “older” mom, I mean it’s not like I’m drinking Ensure or sweatin’ to the oldies (I’m taking hip hop!), but compared to a mom my age who started their family in their early 20s instead of nearly 33 then there is a world of difference. I’m knee deep into soccer, dance lessons, and first grade birthday parties. They’re knee deep into prom, high school graduation, and college applications.

One of my high school friends has teenagers and she recently wrote me and said that she couldn’t imagine having young children. “You’re definitely in a different stage,” she wrote.

I noticed she didn’t choose a word like “fun” or “charming” or “adorable.”

Diva Nashvegas

I’m not a diehard Celine Dion fan, but when Alli (yes Mrs. Fussypants herself) invited me to see Celine Dion Tuesday at the Sommet Center it took me about 2.2 seconds to say yes. I knew it would be a great show and considering I’m already experiencing cabin fever and have mentally written a post titled January Can Suck It, I really needed a girls’ night out.

I had a great time with Alli, Jessica and Jordana (and babies!) Because both breastfeeding and discussions about breastfeeding are totally appropriate over a big plate of spaghetti when you’re a mom, I had to blurt out at dinner that I had the only non-lactating boobs at the table. It was fun to be downtown on a work and school night for something that didn’t involve either work or school. I got home a little before midnight, just in time for Miss C to wake up feverish and complaining of a sore throat. That part of the evening was not so awesome. We’re headed to the pediatrician’s today for a strep test.



Here we are awaiting Celine. I dare you to not say her name like the Saturday Night Live skit. (L-R: Alli, Jordana and babes and Jessica and me in my ancient black velvet jacket that I will never get rid of.)


Closing performance…lots of emotion, light, and diva juju going on here.

Celine Dione was an amazing performer and the dancers were incredible. She seemed genuinely gracious and down to earth and went so far as to exit through the audience, reaching out to fans. I’ve seen several concerts at Sommet, from the Dixie Chicks to Jimmy Buffett to Prince, and I’ve never known a performer to exit through the crowd.


She had several wardrobe changes and I loved all the dresses she wore. I didn’t care for the sleek black rhinestone crotch encrusted britches and the white go go Boho look toward the end, though. I also totally admire her ability to work the stage in the highest heels I’ve ever seen in my life. She opened with “I Drove All Night” and ended with the theme song to Titanic, which was the perfect end to the evening. I may or may not have had goosebumps during a few of the more emotional ballads. Yeah, I’m a cheeseball.


Celine Dion is definitely diva material, but comes across as very genuine. Now if only I can talk to her about ditching the rhinestone crotch britches. I’m sure in Nashville she would have found a willing taker.

Thanks to Jessica for letting me post her wonderful photos and to Barbara Jones at the One2One Network for the tickets. I am really resisting the urge to superimpose my face on Celine Dion’s official tour photo and post it. I know you are thankful.

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