Snow Day!

At this rate we'll be in school until July, but on a positive note, I remembered my laptop so I was able to dial in from home and work all day. Bonus was the kid was home from school and we hung out together all day - we even made chocolate chip cookies in the afternoon. By the time Coach got home, we were hanging in the chair watching Giada DeLaurentis on the cooking channel - she is beautiful (and skinny, beotch) but what a great way to spend a snow day, just snuggling and hanging out and enjoying each other's company.

I am thankful for yesterday.

Regrets...I've had a few

I am thinking I should write a book. I guess I must be having some kind of mid-life crisis because I keep remembering college and what I did (or didn't do) after and how much better my life would be if I had not been married at 24 (so true) and I had done some traveling or gone to graduate school or done something else with my life.

This whole cycle I am in is tied, I think, to things like classmates.com and linkedin and facebook, which I am ashamed to admit, I finally signed up for last night. I am envious of many people I am "friends" with on facebook, which is freaking me out.

Why wasn't I smarter, why didn't I tell dipshit to take a hike, why didn't I move to the west coast, why didn't I do anything else besides move back to my hometown and be stuck here for the forseen future....?


Boy I am in a funktastic funk.

Slacking and bitching about the holidays.

God I have been slacking off - probably because I've been reading so many others blogs, diving inspiration from unlikely sources. Plus the election held me captive for weeks...thank the hounds of hell that's over for awhile.

I've been trying to get my holiday shopping done. If I didn't have to get for my husband's family I'd be DONE. And really, my nephew the lawyer needs a $25 gift certificate from me?? I don't think so. About time he and his sister were in the adult swap, which I've tried to do for years, since they were in college. And I'm trying to lower the swap to $25 each. It's not like anyone in his family puts any thought into the gifts - it's essentially an exchange of gift cards - and you TELL the person who has you what you want at Thanksgiving. SURPRISE!

I'm thankful for the Kid, who is SOOOOO easy to get for and surprise. She's the best.

I got the email from my SIL today about Thanksgiving. Now she's great, I love her she always has us all over and does the turkey and ham, etc. Awesome. But I'm like the BEST COOK IN THE FAMILY. I bring the salad. And this year, wine.

Oh well, I'm grateful for family too.

Grocery Cart Wars

I guess you could say I have a pretty well defined set of right and wrong behaviors. Things like:

• use your directional


• hold the door for the old lady/man


• don't cut me off unless you're going the speed limit


• serve the other person first


• put your shopping cart back when you're done

Aha - the rub. I was at the grocery store at the ungodly hour of 7am last Sunday - because I hate doing it and it's one of the least crowded times and the Kid is home making pancakes with Coach so I have a little "alone" time. I'm putting my reusable (!) bags in the car and this woman slams her trunk and leaves her cart in the parking lot. Now, this was a completely able bodied woman - no visible handicaps or anything - no limp, no oxygen tank - she was about 45 years old. Not old, not young, just a a regular woman out shopping. No kids, no hangers on, nothing. And not only did she leave the thing in the parking lot...she left it in a HANDICAPPED SPOT. BITCH! And I told her so. Lazy ASS.



People who get a cart pass:

• old people who are noticeably frail


• women with babies/kids - often I will put the cart away for you

That's pretty much it. The world is such a shitty place sometimes that the once nice thing you can do is NOT LEAVE YOUR CART IN THE HANDICAPPED SPOT YOU F'N TWAT.



ok, I feel better.

Absence sharpens love, presence strengthens it

I actually thought it read: presence "STRANGLES" it. Which is more about my life than this nice woman who blogged it below:

http://www.joyunexpected.com/archives/2008/10/absence_sharpen.php

All Skate!

I like my house, most of the time. Some of the time, though, it feels like it's about the size of a matchbox. We have a cape - about 45 years old and are updating it one project at a time. My husband and kid made me a kitchen island last year to replace the 70's reject that was there and I really like it, but it's a tiny bit too big - although the storage is great and I use the thing every single day. However, when you get the whole family in the kitchen - and we are not a small people - I'm 5'10 and Coach is a little more + broad shoulders (yum) , the dog weighs as much as a Datsun and the other dog is just underfoot all the time. "Get out of my way, !" is all I ever say sometimes - especially when I'm cooking or making lunch / breakfast.

So I figured if everyone just went in the same direction around the island, like at a roller rink, noone will get hurt.

duuuude!

I admit it, I'm guilty. I called someone "dude" the other day. And then I did it again. To my husband and my kid. I can't help it, it just slipped out. Then I got a call last night from a college kid - clearly they were doing a survey and I feel bad because I would rather clean public toilets than make phone calls for a living and the poor kid was so sniffly and he was talking soooo fast (faster than me, even) and I had to say "dude, slow down just a little cause I totally can't understand what you're asking me". And then I told him to take care of his cold. See, I'm not a completely totally heartless bitch.