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First Day of 2013

And…. off to a weird start.

Which means things are normal.

I seldom make resolutions. Actually, I don’t ever remember making any. And that’s saying something. In my humble opinion, it’s a waste of time. It works for some people, but I do better if I just deal with each challenge as it comes my way.

2013 book

Looking at 365 pages is a bit overwhelming. Taking one page at a time is manageable!

Here’s to a better year, and to filling each page with great memories πŸ™‚


One Down, One to Go

Well, next up is New Year’s Eve.

I am…. not a fan. It’s not that I don’t enjoy company or parties. It’s just that in my opinion, it’s just another day.

new year

Ironically, I have plans for it this year. Not one party, but TWO!!

I’m not sure if that means two outfits. I hope it does.

All I know is that it means staying up past my bedtime. So much for my beauty sleep πŸ˜‰


Life Moves Pretty Fast

What a day, so far.

Coming back from dropping off the kids, I witnessed a car accident and boy howdy, it was loud. Came home to wake Eldest up to take her to the dentist, and after dropping her off, saw a herd of cervines (deer, in case you wanted a new word of the day) running across the highway, bringing traffic to a screeching halt. Went to get gas, only to find that the gal in front of me in line was short to pay, so I paid the remainder, earning brownie points from the cashier. Came home to walk the dogs, who had to be restrained when they spotted a tiny rabbit running across the median. Went back to pick up Eldest, and take her to get her learner’s permit with the required 1,003 proofs of identification and a unit of blood.

Life stopped moving for about an hour at this point.

Once that was done, took her to lunch, came home to gather her school stuff, dropped her off, and went in search of a thrift store, where I scored a Blue Ball jar (Shut. Up.), old hardback, and nine paperbacks for ten bucks. Go outside to find a freakin’ hawk on my vehicle, calmly return inside until hawk was done stalking the poor rat that didn’t have a rat’s chance.

I must admit, it was rather awesome to see the hawk take off, dive and grasp the rat in its talons. I hope PETA is offended right now.

Once again, go to my vehicle, and begin the drive home, enjoying the fighter jets landing at the base. Come home, and squeeee about the jar again, and now it’s 1:40 PM, and time for me to get busy.

Life does move pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it. πŸ˜‰


When You’re Smilin’

I smile as often as I can. Not only does it make me feel better, it also counteracts the frown lines that were fostered due to children. It also makes you look younger. Seriously, try it all day, and see!

Anyway, smiling can also be a not-so-good thing. I remember when I was working for Disneyβ„’, I used to walk around and ask the “guests” as customers are called, if they were finding everything they needed, if they needed help, or just pleasant chit-chat to cheer them up. One woman just did NOT like it. She took a complaint to the district manager and straight out accused me of stalking her and making her feel like a criminal. Thankfully, the manager knew me well enough to know that was complete road apples on the roadway, and told the woman that I was “in character” and that was part of my job. I always did wonder why the woman felt like I was treating her like a criminal. Usually, saying, “Hope you are finding everything you need, but in case you have a question, let me know!” doesn’t translate to “Are you shoplifting??”

Sunday was a day like that one. I was standing in line to check out of The Lego Storeβ„’, when the lady behind me asked what was wrong.

Me: Excuse me?

Lady: Are you feeling alright?

Me: Sure am, why?

Lady: Well, you’re smiling….

Me: Well, smiling is a good thing (smiling wider).

Lady: I thought someone was in trouble.

Me: HA! Wait… you thought I was plotting something?

Lady: Well, that’s how *I* look when I’m thinking of getting back at someone.

Me: ……Uh….no…. Not plotting anything.

I felt pretty bad for that lady. Seemed to me she never smiled for the sake of it, and attributed the act to nefarious doings. Don’t get me wrong. I do smile when I think of getting even with someone who has wronged me or mine. But that’s very rare. Smiling is a very powerful act. It can even break the ice!

But it can also make them wonder what you’re up to πŸ˜‰


Whew…I’m Back!

Wow, what a weekend. I had three– count them: THREE!!– Thanksgiving dinners. And yet, I still don’t think you could ever have too much roasted turkey. Sadly, there are no leftovers, since we travelled and couldn’t bring food back with us. Which means I will be making a roast in the near future.

This week will be a hectic one, as usual. But for different reasons. No, I will NOT be decorating yet. I wait until December 1st to do that. But I do have to get the crafting done before the cold sets in, and bring down the ornaments and lights and tree, and start packing up gifts to send off. Because if I don’t do that this week, it may be 2013 before anyone gets anything.

March of 2013.

Provided the Mayans were mistaken.

And ZOMG!!!! IT’S CYBER MONDAY!!!

I shall return in two hours a while maybe this afternoon later to comment.

If online shopping were a sport, I would have a medal and be on the cover of the Wheatiesβ„’ box πŸ˜‰


I’m Wondering….

Just how much of Skyrim can I take before I finally snap?

Sigh…..

*heads off to see the Mummies*

πŸ˜€


Another of Those Days

One of those days….

I set the wrong time on my alarm, waking up an ungodly half hour earlier, only to discover that the little dog got into her food again last night, I am now out of coffee, kid forgot homework, and I tore a nail.

If I hadn’t needed to drive my brother-in-law to the station, I would have started drinking at 9 AM.

And here it is, nearly 4 PM, and I haven’t written a post.

Wait….I have written a post!

Ok, done with that, and it’s almost 5 PM. Day’s getting better already πŸ˜‰


I Hate My Calendar

I really don’t know where the time goes.

Around here, November is Birthday Month. Three of the five kidlets in my family have birthdays, as do several nieces and nephews, plus many friends. Count back nine months and you’ll understand why!

Anyway, I was looking up who had birthdays this week, when I noticed the Ides were almost upon me. And my first thought was, “Uh, almost halfway through the month??” followed by my second thought, “CRUD!!!” It always happens: I never have enough time to properly celebrate every birthday while fitting Thanksgiving plans and getting ready for Christmas. But I try, and keep reminding myself that SOMEONE has a birthday today.

So, I really hope I don’t forget anyone. I can tell you from experience that being forgotten isn’t conducive to having a great birthday. So to my November Babies, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! Here are flowers for y’all!!

*MUAH*!!! πŸ˜€


Sunday Sithy

Apparently, the kids are itching to go travelling again today, so off we go! Our planning method involves a map and a dart thrown at it, so no telling where we’ll end up. The only rule we adhere to is the “200 mile radius” rule.

Which means the town of Old Dime Box is still in play.

Anyway, here’s a Sithy for y’all!

Instead of Earth Science, perhaps he should have been teaching about building a better Death Star.

Have a great Sunday!! πŸ˜€


Reasons Why I’m in Charge of Halloween Candy

Never underestimate Hubby on Halloween.

This year, our kids dressed up and went trolling up and down the neighborhood, while Hubby and I stayed behind. In the years past, we had a block party in order to “streamline” the Trick-or-Treaters into one area to make things easier on the parents, but this year was called off due to several neighbors moving away. So, we sat outside so that the kids wouldn’t be ringing the doorbell and driving the dogs crazy.

Normally, the evening would have entailed me exclaiming over the costumes and Hubby going off with the kids. Not this time. This time he was adding to the conversations.

Hubby: You know, we can go get the other snake and place it in the candy basket and let the kids pick through.

Me: Uh, NO!

Hubby: Oh, c’mon! It would be fun!

Me: You’re insane.

And then there were the costumes…. Hubby is not one to *ahem* gloss over anything.

Me: (pointing out a woman dressed as a so-called Little Bo Peep in stockings and high heels) I would NEVER be outside dressed like that!

Hubby: What’s wrong with it?

Me: Obviously nothing from your point of view.

Hubby: She’s sure Peeping out of it.

And the kids dressed like zombies got two pieces of candy, for obvious reasons.

Zombie Kid: TRICK OR TREAT!!

Hubby: Hey! A zombie! You’re lucky I left my shotgun inside.

Zombie Kid: Huh?

Hubby: Practice for the Zombie Apocalypse, you know?

Me: HERE’S SOME CANDY HAVE A GOODNIGHT!!!!

I think next year I’ll put him in charge, and videotape the whole thing. It’s the only way people will believe me πŸ˜‰