Wednesday, January 31, 2007

OUCH!

My stomach muscles still hurt. Grrrrr ...
It was suggested that I take Ibuprofen, which I did. Result? Nothing! My stomach muscles still hurt.

I have taken a number of days off, but I can't afford to have more vacation days from exercise. Have you seen my butt recently?

In other news, I was snapped at twice yesterday. Grrrr ... I realize I'm no piece of cake to deal with on a daily basis, and there are days I've done the same thing to others ... but man, that just really annoyed me. I love it when what I say is taken out of context ...

I suppose we are all humans ...

Anyway, enough about that. It's the year of love ... that means I need to straighten my attitude and be more loving toward everyone even if they don't feel much love toward me.

Monday, January 29, 2007

I WANT HER TO COME LIVE WITH ME



I want Susan, my new hair stylist, to come live with me. Seriously, I will never be able to recreate what she has done today! She is a miracle worker with those hands of hers.




ALL IN THE NAME OF HEALTH AND FITNESS

I think I've ripped something in my abs ... and no, much as I would like it to be a sudden six-pack ab thing, I thing I've actually torn something.

OUCH!

I started up my Pilates again, per my physical therapist's directives from a few years back when I threw my back out. She said it is one of the best things for strengthening your core. The core is what helps keep your back stable and healthy.

Except, now, I have this nagging pain in one location of my stomach that gets worse when I lay down at night and try to turn around in bed (which I do a lot of ... which, now that I think about it, may be why I don't sleep well at night ... I toss and turn, flip and flop all night).

This newest development is EXTREMELY frustrating. It's as if the stars and planets and the entire universe, for that manner, have conspired against me to keep me fat forever!

Grrrrr ...

Sunday, January 28, 2007

LIVING THE WRITERLY LIFE

I believe it was Lucy Calkins that encouraged writers to "live a writerly life." In otherwords, to embrace the gift and use it everyday.

Today, I purposed to work as diligently as possible on more chapters of my book ... yes, I'm attempting to write the next Great American Novel. Okay, yes, I girl can dream, too!

Except, I tend to be a bit ADD or ADHD, and I was distracted by myself more times than I cared to count. So, I decided to head downtown to a great little coffeeshop, have some hot tea, and write, long-hand, for a few hours.

Good call, Murray! I was VERY productive, and, in doing so, I got a glimpse into my future. This could be a reality for me ... this whole book/Great American Novel thing.

I leave you so that I may continue to live the writerly life ...

OPERATION PETTICOAT

A synopsis of a very entertaining film:

A submarine newly commissioned is damaged in the opening days of WW II. A captain, looking for a command insists he can get it to a dockyard and captain it. Going slowly to this site, they find a stranded group of Army nurses and must take them aboard. How bad can it get? Trying to get a primer coat on the sub, they have to mix white and red in order to have enough. When forced to flee the dock during an air attack, they find themselves with the world's only Pink submarine, still with 5 women in the tight quarters of a submarine.

From http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0053143/

GRANT & OPERATION PETTICOAT


You may or may not be aware of the fact that I LOVE old movies ... I'm obsessed with cinema, anyway, but old movies are a particular obsession of mine.

Today, I got the opportunity to view OPERATION PETTICOAT in the comfort of my very own living room. This movie stars one of my all-time favorites, Cary Grant (a collective sigh was heard by all).

Beyond the obvious (at least to me) sex appeal of Cary Grant, I love watching him on film (especially his comedies) because he had a certain way of just making you laugh without saying a word. He had a look he'd give someone ... a sarcastic side-way glance (and you all know how much I love sarcasm!!), and a sound he'd make that let the audience know he was annoyed. I LOVE THAT! And the way in which he delivered his lines ... well, brilliant! But that's just me.

So, I'm including some of my favorite quotes from the movie. It had me laughing from beginning to end!

[Also, starring: Tony Curtis as Lt. Nicholas Holden]

*******

Lt. Cmdr. Matt T. Sherman: It's like watching a strip tease. Don't ask how it's done, just enjoy what's coming off.

******
Lt. Cmdr Matt T. Serman: Sir, Sea Tiger was built to fight. She deserves a better epitaph than 'Commissioned 1940, sunk 1941, engagements none, shots fired none.' Now, you can't let it go that way. That's like a beautiful woman dying an old maid, if you know what I mean by old maid. Capt. J.B. Henderson: Did you ever sell used cars?
Capt. J.B. Henderson: I've got a hunch you missed your calling.

******

Lt. Cmdr. Matt T. Sherman: When a girl is under 21, she's protected by law. When she's over 65, she's protected by nature. Anywhere in between, she's fair game. Look out.

******

Lt. Cmdr. Matt T. Sherman: Subject, Toilet paper. One: on 6 June 1941, this vessel submitted a requisition for 150 rolls of toilet paper. On 16 December 1941 the requisition was returned with stamped notation, 'Cannot identify material required.' Two: the commanding officer of the USS SeaTiger cannot help but wonder what is being used at the Caviti Supply Depot as a substitute for this unidentifiable material once so well known to this command.

******

Lt. Cmdr. Matt T. Sherman: I don't want to bore you with the problems of command, Mr. Holden, because I doubt you'll ever have one. It's inconsistent with that philosophy of yours - every man for himself.
Lt. Nicholas Holden: Dog eat dog.
Lt. Cmdr. Matt T. Sherman: Exactly. The unfortunate thing about command, though, Mr. Holden, is that the responsibilities outweigh the privileges. Now if it was just myself I was concerned with, I'd tell you what to do with that list. But my responsibility is this boat, and to get her out of here I'd even make a pact with the devil.
Lt. Nicholas Holden: That's where I come in.

Saturday, January 27, 2007

PLEASE DON'T OPERATE HEAVY MACHINERY

That should be the warning after a 15-minute chair massage! Man! Do I ever feel good though. Whew! Massages are a good thing. I'm a bit of a wet noodle, and my arms aren't functioning at normal rates yet, but I feel mellow.

Ahhhhhhhhhh ....

Friday, January 26, 2007

A CONVERSATION WITH MY MOTHER

"I've decided I'm going to pick the age I wanna be, and I wanna be 25 again. Thus the reason why I'm planning on having a very happy, UnBirthday this year."

"Birthdays come whether you admit to them or not. Heck, I'm 60 remember?"

"Yeah, I'm not vibin' that."

YEAR OF LOVE ... PART 2

Okay, so I'm on board with the whole YEAR OF LOVE thing. Okay! I surrender ... see the white flag???

I'm plotting and strategizing ... I'm going to make it happen. I'm going to follow Christy's lead and fall hard and fast and loudly in love.

Maybe, I'll get t-shirts made up ... pink t-shirts ... with a big, cheesy heart in the middle ... bedazzled heart ... yeah, I'm feeling that vibe ...

Okay, so now what ...

(taps fingers on keyboard)

Oh! So, I actually have to leave my place to get this whole ball rolling?

OH!!!!

THE YEAR OF LOVE

"It's the Year of Love, Murray!" This is what Christy announced, exuberantly, to me yesterday.

You'll excuse me if I'm a bit cynical about it all.

"Really?" I replied with, I must admit, a sort of eye roll kind of thing happening.

"Yep! It's the year of love. I'm going to fall in love with someone. We're all going to fall in love! I want to fall in love hard and loud!"

"Uh-huh ..." I mumbled.

And pardon the next phrase, but I think it's important to accurately quote Christy because it is vintage Christy, and, plus, it's just too darn funny.

"Hell! I'm going to fall in love with myself! IT'S THE YEAR OF LOVE!"

Honestly, I want to believe Christy, but I'm still feeling a bit burned ... it seems like a lot of work, and I'm not up for the work.

Whatever happened to the boyfriend fairy? You know the one ... she dropped awesome boyfriends in your lap with a *pouffe* of her magic wand. Where'd the boyfriend fairy go?

Crap! If there is no boyfriend fairy, this means I may ACTUALLY have to get up off my butt and look for one ... seeing as this is the year of love and all.

CRAP!!!!

Thursday, January 25, 2007

GETTING THE ACTION

Some of you may recognize this blog entry as part of an email I sent out earlier today. It sums up my day, so I thought I would share it with the rest of the world.

I hate the person that came up with the idea of a Valentines Day Dance.

Okay, maybe hate is too strong of a word. I INTENSELY dislike the person that thought it would be a good idea to have a 6th, 7th, and 8th grade dance NEAR VALENTINES DAY!!! Not only are my students getting more action than I am, but now I've got to hear about it AD NAUSEUM!!!!

[giggle, giggle] "He had Linda ask Sandy to ask Mindy if I would go to the dance with him." [giggle, giggle]
[giggle, giggle] "No way! He's so cute!!!"

[giggle, giggle] "Shut up!"

[giggle, giggle] "What?? He is!"

Here's what I'm thinking:
GAG, GAG, GAG, GAG!!!

ASTEROIDS ... PART 2

I knew it!

Okay, okay, so it wasn't an asteroid. It certainly was something, though. It was a meteorite or meteorid or just a plain meteor ... well, it made the news this morning. Just a little blurb, but still.

From WKYT.COM ...
"Meteor Sightings Reported Across The State
An apparent meteor caused some tense moments Wednesday night in the state capitol. The Frankfort fire department received several calls of a plane crash around eight in the evening. It turns out it was a meteor shooting across the sky. The fire department says the Federal Aviation Administration out of Louisville told them they received several calls about the light in the sky. "


Just so you know, I was not one of the yahoo's that decided to call 911. I mean, yes, it was headed straight for my living room, but still. Even I knew it was of the space junk variety. Come on now!

Wednesday, January 24, 2007

CLOSE CALL

It was on my way home from a trip to the grocery store this evening ... that's when it happened!

I was buzzing down Georgetown Road, and I was annoyed. I was annoyed that this was my second trip to the store in 5 days ... and I was annoyed by the two off-duty cops that buzzed past me like their lives depended on it ... I was annoyed that it seemed to me that they weren't subject to the same rules of the road that the rest of us have to follow ... and I was annoyed because my third block class acted like a bunch of idiots today ... and I was annoyed because no less than five students asked me what a proper noun was -- exactly four days after an extensive note-taking session regarding the said definition ...

When I'm annoyed, I tend to plot and plan how I can roll the offensive peeve into a blog entry, and I was doing just that when I saw it ... only I didn't realize that I saw it at first ... that was, until both myself and the guy zipping down the road next to me, slowed down to barely a crawl, at the very same time. And that's when it hit me that I had witnessed what I'd just witnessed.

I witnessed an asteroid entering the Earth's atmosphere, and, ladies and gentlemen, it was headed straight for my townhouse!! I swear it! I would not have believed it myself if I'd not seen it with my own two eyes! And no! I was not drinking; although, with the day I've had, could anyone really blame me if I'd started?

What I saw could not be explained any other way than ... well, AMAZING! It was a large, white orb that glowed bright, with a long tail that turned green, blue, red, orange and then yellow before it disappeared ... probably into some other poor sap's living room -- thankfully, mine was spared tonight.

I've been privy to three shooting star incidents in my life. They've all been pretty cool, but this!!??!! This was unlike anything I've ever seen before, and that includes a pretty intense NORTHERN LIGHT show a few years back. It was so close ... I SWEAR IT WAS HEADING RIGHT FOR MY PLACE!

And that is how I had a very close call ...

Tuesday, January 23, 2007

TYPES

My friend, Christy, is going on a "first" date tonight. In fact, frrom what I can tell by looking at my clock, she's been out, hopefully having a good time, for about 28 minutes. However, the night is still young ...

After school, I asked her if she was excited about the date. I mean, the way this guy has been described, he sounds just FABULOUS! My question launched us into a mini-conversation ... an extension, really, of an on-going conversation, that we've had in the past.

Now, before I start into the meat of the conversation and my rumminations over the whole thing, I feel compelled to warn my readership ... so WARNING .... WARNING .... WARNING .... this blog entry is, in no way, meant to be a whiny, diatribe of pathetic desparation. I think sometimes, when I do decide to travel down the dating trail via my blog, I am often misunderstood as a snatch-and-grab kind of woman, pining away for anything in khakis and Florsheims (heaven help me! Florsheims????). Nothing could be further from the truth. So, if your inclination is to reply to me and warn me of my need to not be so whiny, don't bother. Enough said ... on with the blog!

Christy and I spent the next few minutes talking about what the dating scene looks like in general, and what it looks like, specifically, in Frankfort, and we talked about the nervousness of the "first date" experience, and our conversation ebbed and flowed over the same terrain most healthy, single women travel. I told her I felt slightly bummed that I've got no one that interests me, and no one suggesting interesting people for me, and how I secretly wished I could just go out with set-ups and not feel all the apprehensions that I feel when someone suggests a set-up to begin with. I told her (at least I think I did) that I envied her free-spirit that way. I shared with her that I know I don't feel I'm what would be the ideal date, what with the extra saddle bags on each thigh, and a safety tire around my middle, but that I'm working on it, and hopefully, those things won't always be part of me.

"I just wished people would suggest my type to me rather than the ones they do suggest. I mean, last weekend, everyone kept asking me if I would be interested in Ray* [name has been changed to protect the innocent], and honestly, Christy. Can you see me with him?"

She smiled and shook her head no.

"See. This is what I'm saying! I mean, he's got to be at least 5 years younger than me, and in this stage of the game, I'm just not into babysitting home-boy, you know what I mean?"

She nodded her head yes.

On my way home from work, as the traffic weaved in and out around me, I found myself rolling over the question everyone seems to always ask me: "What is your type?"

And I contemplated my typical answer: "I dunno."

But, see, I think that's wrong. I think I know exactly what my type is, and I've just never been able to clearly articulate it to people. Why? I dunno ...

I do know what my type is not:
**It is not the good ole' boy with the saggy britches and the incesscent need to sit reclined in their car, one wrist slung over their steering wheel! PAAAAHLEEEEZE!
**It is not the guy that tries to play off what a good, decent, salt of the earth kind of guy he is, all the while, he's got girls lining up to hang on his every word. I don't want Eddie Haskins (a little LEAVE IT TO BEAVER reference for all you TVLAND fanatics out there).
**It is not the boy that can't make a decision or a commitment on his own without some sort of hand-holding to be accompanied.

I am going to hate the player and the game, thank you very much.

My type?
**Someone confident in himself and in his feelings for me.
**Someone who loves to laugh, knows when to take himself seriously, and knows when to let it all go.
**Someone strong in his convictions, but willing to listen with an open-mind to others' convictions.
**Someone strong in his faith ... and I'm not just talking religion here. I'm talking abiding, life-altering faith.
**Someone who is willing to accept me despite what the world dictates as the perfect woman.
**Someone who is soft and gentle, but will not stand for being a door mat.
**Someone who is not afraid of the fact that I have strong opinions and will regularly voice them.
**Someone who accepts that he is imperfect and makes mistakes and that's okay.
**Someone who accepts that I am imperfect and make mistakes and that's okay.
**Someone that will love my dreams, no matter their outlandishness and is willing to help me realize them.

Is this just a big, giant pipe dream? I mean, am I smoking the funny weed and looking at the world with rose-colored glasses?

Monday, January 22, 2007

TAGGED

Okay, here's the deal. I have to list six weird things about myself. Consider yourselves to be tagged to do the same. Ready!? (Sorry it took me so long, Allison ... better late than never, right?)

1. I can not stand mushrooms!
2. I cry at parades.
3. My very first plane trip was as an adult ... 25 years old! :)
4. I had my appendix out when I was 7 years old, but appendicitis was not the reason for having them out. Go figure!
5. I started my college career PRE MED.
6. I freaked out when I turned 25. I'm freaking out now because I'm getting ready to turn 35!

THE "BIG" STORM

All the talk from last Thursday through yesterday (Sunday) was that of the BIG STORM.

Now, I'm not sure what most people constitute as a big storm, but where I'm from, it pretty much means that you will be getting a foot or more of snow, so you'd better double check your snow shovel handle to make sure it isn't loose.

Down here, the BIG STORM meant 2 inches of snow. Alone, this prospect was slightly laughable. However, they were also threatening freezing rain and ice, and, again, where I'm from, you take that seriously. It means frozen limbs crashing to the ground all around you, and the potential of freezing to death wrapped up in your favorite quilt by a tiny burning candle.

Saturday dawned bright and sunny with blue skies, nary a cloud to be seen. The calm before the storm? I decided to get up early and head to Kroger as I needed a few items (mainly fruit), and the rumor is that when there is a threat of BIG STORMS, the grocery stores are mobbed with people stocking up on gallons and gallons of milk and loaves and loaves of bread. I wanted to miss the mobs.

So there I was, standing in front of the oranges at Kroger. The produce guy was busily stocking fruit at a nearby bin ... like his life depended on it. A gentleman, with his cart loaded, came up to him. They greeted each other -- obviously, the two knew each other. After a quick exchange of pleasantries, the produce guy got really serious and said, "so, are you stocking up for the Big Storm?"

"Yes," nodded the other man somberly.

I almost fell over into the display of oranges. I looked into my cart ... meager bags of apples and oranges, and then compared it with the BIG STORM cart. Clearly, I was not going to be prepared for Frankfort's BIG STORM. I left Kroger with a "I think I'll chance it" attitude.

I woke up yesterday morning glad for my gamble. Yes, there was ice everywhere, but within four hours, it was all melted, and life moved forward. BIG STORM disaster averted.

Tuesday, January 16, 2007

ON TOP OF OLD SMOKY



This was taken relatively close to the top of the mountain at Ober Gatlinburg -- a ski resort.

THE WHITE TRASH FORMAL





These are the women of WHITE TRASH.



Lori, Shawn, and Christy are hamming it up for the camera ... very trashy!




Beth is showing off her trashy side.



Susan and Shawn are all about the trash!



Christy, where did you get those FABULOUS jewels?

Monday, January 15, 2007

WHAT HAPPENS IN GATLINBURG WON'T ALWAYS STAY IN GATLINBURG

Whew! Returned home from a WONDERFUL trip to Gatlinburg, TN, earlier this afternoon. The Smokies are just amazing, really. Gatlinburg is ... well, it's interesting. Loads of fun "people watching," that is for sure. But the company! Oh the company! I was with seven crazy women that just were a blast! We've nick-named ourselves THE BEARS -- a not-so-vague Smoky Mountain reference and a slightly warped travel sorority scheme we cooked up -- and we all dreamed up specific bear handles, RED BEAR, for example, is one of them.

A grrrrrr-EAT time was had by all -- pun intended.

Here are a few things I've learned about Gatlinburg ...

Fact #1 ... a person must do more than shout, "Right here, right here, right here!" when trying to direct a person around a hair pin curve and into the equally tricky and severely-angled driveway that leads, straight up, to your chalet. You need to be a bit more specific, like perhaps, point in the general direction of said driveway.

Fact #2 ... while entertaining, it is not the least bit helpful when the other half of your traveling party is standing on the deck above the hair pin curve screaming every time we go by the chalet to attack the curve ONE MORE TIME and attempt to zip into the chalet's drive-way BEFORE being hit by three on-coming cars zipping at top speed down the mountain.

Fact #3 ... It is possible to bottom out a Toyota TWICE, merely by adding 10 bags of clothes from the nearby outlet malls. The good news is, the oil pan is intact!

Fact #4 ... Eight women deciding to throw themselves a WHITE TRASH FORMAL is a sight to behold, and that is no lie! I have never in my life seen so much tackiness in one room, and I spent my tender teenage years in the era of Boy George (the 80s were just so wrong), so, really, that's saying something.

Fact #5 ... if, by chance, you happen to hear a rumor or two of a rabid beast that seemed to be roaming the mountains of Gatlinburg approximately January 13th thru the 15th ... well, let's just say that I doubt that it had anything to do with the fact that we dragged a karoke machine up to the chalet with us, and then proceeded to sing at the top of our out-of-tune-lungs to anything from I WILL SURVIVE to I'VE GOT FRIENDS IN LOW PLACES.

Fact #6 ... there should be a limit to the amount of Red Bulls one person can consume in a four hour road trip. SERIOUSLY!

Fact # 7 ... No two Subway restaurants are alike!

Fact #8 ... There is a perfectly, logical explanation as to why eight sane, highly-educated would women would rather sit outside, wrapped up in blankets at 12:00 a.m., in the freezing night air, than sit inside in front of a toasty fire that is roaring away. It's just that none of us has been able to come up with the explanation yet.

Fact #9 ... There is a reason why the Mexican restaurant in town is called NO WAY JOSE', and I think part of it has to do with what you (and the people near you) mumble later on in the evening!

Thursday, January 11, 2007

IF MY HEAD WEREN'T ATTACHED ...

The other day I bought a package of 4 AA batteries for my digital camera. Now, I can't find them. If anyone runs across them here, give me a shout.

Good grief! I am the reason they invented the phrase, "I'd lose my head if it weren't attached!"

This is what teaching 6th grade does to a brain.

I see the ad on TV going something like this:

"This is your brain.

This is your brain after teaching sixth graders.

Get the picture?"

Wednesday, January 10, 2007

VERY IMPRESSIVE

To set this scene up, all of the 5th and 6th grade teachers were eating lunch and discussing the upcoming trip to Gaitlinburg that three of us, at the table, will be taking. Some of this conversation may be paraphrased.

Christy: I am going out tonight and finding the biggest, pouffiest prom dress I can find tonight!

Erin: Why are you buying a prom dress?

Christy: It's for our trip. We're all going to wear a big, pouffy prom dress one night. And we can only take one bag, so I don't care if I have to wear the same pants day after day and no make up 'cuz I didn't have room for it, I'm bringing the ugliest dress I can!

Me: Great! Everyone is really going to do that? I can't fit into any of mine anymore!

Cindy: Yeah, neither can I!

Me: Christy, you are the perfect size to go out and get a dress like that on short notice. I can't run out to Goodwill and find the booffa size in prom dresses very easily.

Erin ... laughing hysterically

Christy (looking at me): Hey, you should wear a sequin halter. With those boobs, that would be very impressive!

Erin ... STILL laughing hysterically: Very impressive!

Me: Yes! Wow! Those things are huge! They will be very impressive!

Christy: Yeah, get something with a plunging neckline or with a slit. Then we can use the slit and your cleavage to put our drinks in!

Me: Oh yeah! What do they call those things you put on beer and pop cans? BEER COZIES!! "Sure Murray! Get your self a big ole sequined halter top to show off those impressive boobs AND they can serve as our beer cozy for the weekend!" Great idea!

Much laughter all around.

Me: This is soooo going on my blog tonight!

Tuesday, January 09, 2007

EVOLUTION

As far back as I can remember, my family has been having random conversations that are typically born from an entirely different context than the orignal topic but that knits itself into a new conversation which just creates this lumpy line of banter that, when looking at it from an outsider's point of view, makes absolutely no sense!

Case in point:

"Have you seen so-and-so recently?"

"Um ... well, not real recently."

"Well, I saw him this summer, and, I gotta tell you, he looks bad."

"Well, he's old, and he's all hunched over."

"Ah yeah! And when I saw him he was trying to get himself up on his riding lawn mower. You know he rides that thing around his yard? Well, anyway, he had a really hard time actually getting on the thing, and I was afraid I was going to have to get out of my truck and give him a boost. He was all gray, too."

"See he had back surgery, and I'm not sure but whether they poohed the scruch with the surgery. He used to be a lot taller than me. Now, he's a lot shorter than me. Well, let's see ... he gotta be about ..."

"Grandpa's age?"

"I don't know if he's dad's age, but maybe late 70's."

"Grandpa's going to be 86."

"He's 86 now."

"Oh that's right! I keep forgetting that we're in the year 2007 now!"

"I'm going to be 64."

"Yep." Then a long pause while the math is being calculated. "Wait! No you aren't! You're going to be 66."

"Nope, I've decided to go back in age."

"Oh really!"

"Yep."

"Does that mean I get to stay in a holding pattern of 34?"

"Well, I don't know about that, but I'm going to be turning 64."

"You're such a dork!"

Ah ... the evolution of relatively useless information ...

Monday, January 08, 2007

RETURN OF THE RED DOT





I am going to get the dot! I'm going to get the dot!





Oh no! There goes the red dot!


The red dot makes me tired.


WHAT DOESN'T BELONG IN THIS PICTURE?

Leafless trees
Nippy breezes
Cardinals flitting about
Coats and mittens
Crickets

Crickets, you say? Yes! Crickets!

I swear to you -- on a stack of Bibles -- that as I was lugging my book-bag from my truck to my townhouse, I heard crickets chirping.

I have never, ever, in the history of my almost 35 years, heard crickets in January -- outside no less! Usually, the crickets that resided in my basement in Michigan didn't survive the scurge that was Maddie the Cat. When the temperatures dipped to "freeze your nose hairs" levels, the rest of the "escaped with their back legs intact" died due to inclement conditions.

This living in the south is something all-together different, that is for sure!

Sunday, January 07, 2007

FOREGO

My friend Christy and I had made tentative plans to go to the movies last night after she got out of work. So, I called her to firm things up after I knew she would have left work. We were sorting it all out, and I said to her something like, "I'm still up for going to a 9:30 movie tonight, if you're still up for it. But if you're tired, we can forego it and just do it another night."

There was this pregnant pause, and then Christy started giggling.

"I'm giggling because you said the word forego."

"And I think I just showed my age by using that word, didn't I?"

Forego ... I'll tell you what I would like to forego, this year's birthday! I've had at least two mini-meltdowns regarding this latest "one year older" anniversary. I've decided that birthdays with a 5 at the end of them are no good. They cause me great panic.

Yep, folks, in exactly 45 days, I will be turning 35 years old. Good glory, I don't feel 35 years old! I still feel 25 years old, and please tell me I look 25 years old, because I still see a slightly uncertain 25 year old chick staring back at me in the mirror each day. No, those aren't crows feet I see either!

I suppose I should feel pretty good about it. My principal sat across from me a few weeks back, and if her jaw would have been closer to the table, I'm pretty sure we would have heard it hit hard when I announced that I would be celebrating my 35th birthday soon (please ask me why I'm telling people!?!?!?).

"I never would have guessed you were 35!" The shock was clearly registerng in her voice.

I should be thrilled with that reaction. I should be sitting here feeling pretty good about myself ... but 35 years old ...

35 years old!!!

Saturday, January 06, 2007

RANDOM THOUGHT SUNDAY ON SATURDAY

Random Thought #1: There is no such thing as a Christmas Decoration Fairy because it hasn't come to my place yet. So, I'm left to do it myself ... darn it! My dining room table is piled high with decorations at the moment. I'm putting off the inevitable.

R.T. #2: It's come to my attention that a portion of my PEANUT GALLERY disliked the "lovely" hue of my old mini dig. camera and are becoming big fans of my new normal dig. camera. So picky we all are, aren't we?

R.T. #3: I completed my quarterly "Tear My Classroom Apart and then Put It All Back Together Again" project today. Photos are forthcoming ... with normal colors.

R.T. #4: Amazing what a little Pledge and a dust rag can do for the aroma of your house!

Friday, January 05, 2007

Moses the Cat




This is Moses. Moses, the other cat my parents own, is a pretty boy. As is typically the case with pretty boys, he doesn't have a lot upstairs, but he sure is pretty!




SMUDGE THE CAT




This is Smudge. Smudge is one of my parents' cats, and he really should have been named Smudge the Entertainer. He's an absolute riot. He is naughty to the core, yet you can't help but love him because he's just too darn cuddly!




SIMPLE MINDS, SIMPLE PLEASURES

While home for Christmas, I had the opportunity to have dinner and then hang out with my friend, Denise, and her husband, Sam. Sam busied himself with a movie while Denise and I talked non-stop for 3 or 4 hours about absolutely EVERYTHING! It was great!

At one point, early in the evening, Denise said to me, "oh you've got to see this!" Sam had a little laser pointer that their girls had talked Denise into buying as a Christmas gift for their cat, Princess.

"This is the best $5 I ever spent on an animal," I believe is what Denise told me, as Princess chased the little red dot around their living room. "You've got to get one for Maddie."

This last statement was made after I had finished telling Denise that my cat had needlessly mauled the individual I'd lined up to check up on her while I was away.

Not being one to have my animals left out of the "gotta have what the Jones' have" phenomenon, I ran right out to the grocery store in town, made a b-line for the pet aisle, and bought one. I spent the remainder of my vacation entertaining my parents two cats, Moses and Smudge, and was convinced that Miss Madison might be mildly amused by the little red dot.

Boy, was I wrong! The cat is obsessed with it!!! She will search the room we happen to be in for the red dot, until I turned the blasted thing on again and send her chasing it around the room.

This is a win-win situation for us both, I believe. Maddie might actually lose some weight in the deal ... OR ... she will get tired out and sleep more ... OR ... she will stop trying to tear apart my house in an effort to get more of my attention. Either way, I'm loving the person that thought this would be a great pet toy! I'm sending a little love out to Sam and Denise, too, for the great hook-up!

Thursday, January 04, 2007

GIBBY THE TRAMP CAT

This is Gibby. My friend Carrie is the proud owner of this cat, and let's just say that Gibby is very comfortable with her female-ness!

Carrie and I discovered her in Carrie and Tom's dining room, just hanging out (quite literally), and acting like sitting this particular way was just an every-day, run-of-the-mill kind of thing.

Remember that I said I wanted to live out loud? Well, Gibby is taking it to a whole new level!

JACK THOMAS & HIS MOMMY


$1.75 ... GOTTA LOVE THAT!!!!

Oh how I love GOODWILL!!!!

Monday, January 01, 2007

2007, WELCOME!

I'm reminded of one of my ALL TIME FAVORITE movies, When Harry Met Sally. It's the end of the movie ... Harry has just finished telling Sally that he loves that Sally is the last person he wants to think about when he's drifting off to sleep (insert swooning here), and then Auld Lang Syne begins in the background. Harry looks at Sally and says:

Harry: What does this song mean? For my whole life I don't know what this
song means. I mean, 'Should old acquaintance be forgot". Does that mean we
should forget old acquaintances or does it mean if we happen to forget them we
should remember them, which is not possible because we already forgot them!?


Sally: Well may be it just means that we should remember that we forgot them
or something. Anyway it's about old friends.

So, to all my old friends, and all of my new friends, I wish you all the best in 2007!