I actually woke myself up from a dream this morning, laughing. I have been dying to blog about it all day and now that I can actually sit down and do it, I’m thinking that it may not entertain all of you as much as it entertained me, but I’m going to give it a shot. First, the disclaimer: The following scenario is completely a dream. My dream, in fact. There is not an ounce of anything that has really happened–ever–in this story with the exception of my drinking the occasional Diet Rite and Julie/Jules being my sister and frequent concert companion. This account is merely for entertainment purposes. The…
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Ballroom Dancing Week 4: Smooth Is Overrated
We missed our Ballroom Dancing Lesson, Week 3 last Tuesday due to the Lacrosse Banquet, so it was off to Week 4 last night. After having such a nice little pre-class review on Week 2 with our instructor’s assistant, we made sure to arrive on time for the review of what we missed last week, which was the Rumba. Not this one: It was the Rumba, not the Roomba. The Rumba is one of the Latin dances that actually works alot like the waltz, with its “slow-quick-quick” steps. We actually picked it right up in the first 15 minutes of the 30-minute review. It was really fun. We were feeling…
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All I Need To Know About Life, I Learned At The Dentist’s Office
Take care of your stuff. If you neglect your stuff, you have to work harder to get it back in order. There is bad fear, but there is good fear as well. Once you realize fear is all in your head, it’s easier to overcome it. You get what you pay for. You can always go home. If you love something, set it free. If it comes back, it’ll last forever. And if it doesn’t, it was never meant to beeeee…It took a little date yesterday with George Michael and my dentist to realize how many valuable lessons I’ve learned in life, right there in the chair. It was truly…
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The Case of the Missing Backpack
So…where was I? Oh yes, my mini nervous breakdown. Here’s the lead-up: On Sunday of last weekend, Jim suddenly came down with the flu. Ick. Sunday also happened to be the day I wanted us to go to the mall to get new clothes for all four of us, because we are all running thin on jeans and wintery tops (I know, I know: girls wear “tops”; boys wear “shirts”, but I’m including sweaters and sweatshirts in that blanket term). I decided, due to my chronic time-crunch, to just take the boys and we’d pick up stuff for Jim (I’m lucky in that he doesn’t mind when I shop for…
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What Was I Thinking?????
I think I lost my mind today, at Target. I was whizzing through there (and by “whizzing” I mean shopping for a couple of things very quickly…NOT relieving myself through the aisles) this afternoon with the twelve-year-old and we headed for the soda aisle. Wait. Back up. Let me write it as I call it: We headed for the pop aisle. Anyway, we grabbed the customary bottle of Cherry Coke Zero (YUM) and the usual bottle of Diet Coke, and then we both saw it at the same time: Whoa! What a great combination! I LOVE Dr. Pepper! In fact, let’s pause for a moment and reflect on a fond…
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NaBloPoMo is O-Vo, Fo Sho!
Yay! I’m too exhausted to say much else about that. Successful month of blogging. Happy it’s over but will still keep up with my two bloggies very, very frequently! (hopefully almost everyday!) Fare thee well, NaBloPoMoFo 2007. Fare thee well.
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One of the Reasons I’m Great With Numbers
I was just talking to my friend Debbie on the phone and somehow the subject of math came up (long story). I told her that I have a very interesting talent; when grocery shopping, I can mentally keep track of what goes in my shopping cart and, at checkout, come up with a total that is often within $15 of what the cashier tells me I owe, including tax and after subtracting coupons. In fact, on one particularly glorious shopping trip I was within one dollar of the total. (and I’m not talking about $20 shopping trips here; these are on the biggies: $150-$200!) My “talent” comes from shortly after…
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Trying To Cram It All In…
Now that the Tucson trip and Thanksgiving are in the rear view mirror, I thought–for a minute or two–that we might get a reprieve from being suffocatingly busy. Not so. I felt myself begin to seize up a little bit yesterday when I started making my new “to do” list. Over the few weeks, I am going to finish up what I can humanly do on my own to market my book; at some point in there I have to let it go, like it’s a grown child who is getting ready to leave home. Of course I won’t ever be DONE with it, but the initial intensity of the…
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Thanks! (and a lot of complaining about Wal Mart)
Thanks to everyone for the birthday wishes, and thanks to Dad AND Mom for commenting! (Mom commented under a previous day’s post) I had a really good, quiet day. I taught my cycling class, came home and walked the dog, and then did a little computer stuff. When the fifteen-year-old came home from school, I took him to his ortho appointment (actually, HE drove). We went to the post office, and then made my one major error of the day: went to Wal-Mart. OMG, I HATE that place. We only went because I was looking for some inexpensive fleece material to donate to the Eagle project of a Boy Scout…
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The Last T
Here’s some drama for you:Today I start the final year where my age begins with a “T”. Ever. Actually, I don’t really think Birthdays Bite, but these two little pictures are my favorites out of a bunch of posters that Julie made to hang all around my house when she and Jim threw my surprise 30th birthday party (so long ago…). Some childhood b-day memories that stand out? *When I was four or five, a party guest barfed up her pigs-in-a-blanket. She left the party shortly thereafter. *Growing up, I had a Holly Hobbie party, a Little Lulu party, a Miss Piggy party, a telephone party, a “jeans” party…Mom was…