Wish I was there . .
My passport is ready and I can be packed in minutes.

31 October 2007

Scrooge Returns

Last year on this date, I couldn't help but note the number of trick or treaters we had that were past their prime. From what has appeared on my doorstep tonight, it appears last year's suggestions have been ignored. Therefore I am again creating a list of when you should know that you are in violation of the socially accepted age for trick or treating. Call my cynical, but there is an age when you are TOO OLD.

  • If you are old enough to use the word multi-tasking while having a conversation with me, you're too old.
  • If you are dressed as a St. Pauli beer girl, your too old.
  • If you are really pregnant and it's not part of your costume, you're too old.
  • If you are old enough to be sporting a five o'clock shadow, you're too old.
  • If you are discussing quadratic equations with your buddy, you're too old.
  • If you leave your car running to come to the door, you're too old.
  • If you are too busy fighting with your boyfriend on your cell phone to open your candy bag and instead thrust out your professionally manicured hand, you're too old.
  • If you purchased and consumed a beer before going out, you're too old.
  • If you can vote in the primaries, you're too old.
    • Happy Halloween!

      28 October 2007

      Sunday Morning Window Shopping

      RELAX - no one is about this morning.
      It may be a bit early for these, but what about later on?
      How much is that doggie in the window?
      The one with the bottle of wine!


      There's even something for cat people too!
      Would these count as fruit for breakfast?
      And here's a place to sit and enjoy breakfast!
      You don't bring me flowers, anymore.
      Let's kick up our heels! Yes, we're still here!

      Normal posting to resume once I am no longer sleep deprived from my Homecoming duties!

      22 October 2007

      Happy Anniversary PH!

      Eight years ago, I walked down the aisle and agreed to love, honor, and cherish you. While I am sure there are days you wish to throttle me, your patience, kindness, and understand seem infinite. We are partners in every sense of the word and I can not imagine taking this journey with anyone else. So today know that I commit to love, honor and cherish you for now all my days. Happy Anniversary PerfectHusband!

      21 October 2007

      Is it any wonder I am irritable?

      Current Temperature - 85
      Current Humidity - 84%
      YUCK!

      Boys of Summer - Don Henley

      Nobody on the road


      Nobody on the beach




      I feel it in the air


      The summer's out of reach


      Empty lake, empty streets


      The sun goes down alone . . .

      Those days are gone forever

      I should just let them go but-

      16 October 2007

      This Week

      Unknown number of over-eager high school students due upcoming Homecoming game and dance for which I am the faculty sponsor.

      78 vocabulary quizzes that need grading

      30 writing assignments to review

      Twelve centerpieces to make for tables for dance

      Four runny noses

      Two very grouchy, combative children.

      One off-duty officer to be hired for dance.

      One sinus infection.

      One husband who became nauseous and passed out due to sinus infection.

      One discouraged, over-tired mother who wishes she could run away.

      13 October 2007

      The Difference of a Week

      Last Saturday, I was mistaken for a teenager. This weekend not so much.

      While getting dressed, I was lamenting about a certain body part, complaining to PerfectHusband that said body part is hanging to my knees.

      PH: Oh come on! They're not to your knees.

      Tired looking Hexe who has been sick all week: Fine! Not my knees, just to my hips.

      PH: They don't even reach your waist yet!!!!!!

      Last weekend, I was young; this weekend it appears I am on the way to having saggy boobs! What a difference one week can make.

      06 October 2007

      The Apocalypse

      I'm just warning those who read this blog, I know the end of the world must be near. There are certain events that happen which prophesize the day of reckoning. Tonight, one of those events occurred.

      It was an ordinary night. We needed some vegetables for dinner. I went to the store sans kids - they were riding the lawn mower with PH. I waved and tooted the horn as I drove to the store. I found my vegetables and paid for them. I knew PH had not picked up a lottery ticket and the Florida Lottery is $18 million. With the thought of wasting a dollar, I stopped at the store clerk's desk under the Florida Lottery sign. A young women came over and took my numbers and then it happened. She looked at me and said "Can I see your ID?"

      Lost in the thoughts of making dinner, it took a few moments for this phrase to register.

      "I'm sorry," I stammered.

      Again, she repeat "Your ID?"

      Dazed, I handed her my driver's license, murmuring, "But I'm 38 years old."

      She looked at my ID, and then back at me, and replied, "Wow, you look really good for your age. I wasn't sure if you were old enough to buy a lottery ticket."

      Tonight I was carded for the first time in nearly fifteen (okay, twenty) years. I'm telling you, it's all over.

      01 October 2007

      Nothing New to Report

      I haven't disappeared or been kidnapped by aliens; I've just been busy. Between working, family, searching for jobs, sending out resumes, and putting the wood floor in the last room in the house, I am tired and it is beginning to show. My patience is limited and my frustration seems to be growing daily. Because I feel some sort of responsibility not to whine publicly, my posts may continue to be a bit sparse. I am still reading all of your blogs and leave comments, but I am uninspired for the moment. Additionally, every non-working moment is spent doing whatever I can to getting us out of here. None of the jobs applied to are a quick decision, but instead may take a few months to even complete the hiring process which makes me cry in frustration. I'm ready NOW, why isn't the rest of the world?