Here is Mensa Boy, "getting ready to mow the lawn."
It was 1:30 in the afternoon.
Amazing what you can come up with to do when you should be mowing the lawn...
Saturday, March 31, 2007
Friday, March 30, 2007
Something for Everyone, it Seems
Last night I was lying on my bed, reading a book, drinking water. I asked Taylor if he would kindly get me a straw.
He came back a few minutes later, poked a nice little red-and-white number into my cup and chuckled.
"Thank you. What?" I asked.
"The box of straws says 'Sanitary, disposable and FUN.'" He said.
He came back a few minutes later, poked a nice little red-and-white number into my cup and chuckled.
"Thank you. What?" I asked.
"The box of straws says 'Sanitary, disposable and FUN.'" He said.
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
A Rare Personal Account
I tend not to get too insanely personal on my blog, but here you go.
Today was a no good, very bad day. Up to a point.
I had a doctor's appointment scheduled for 9:15 a.m.
At least, I had on my calendar that the appointment was at that time. I planned for it for two weeks. I had my notes all written down, my list of prescriptions, and I was prepared to go in there and launch a full-scale assault on this thing I've lately been calling MenoMania.
I arrived at the clinic 10 minutes before the appointment time. When I checked in, I could see the receptionist was concerned.
They did not have my appointment in the system.
I stood there in stunned silence for a moment. I was afraid to speak. I had no idea what was going to come out of my mouth.
"We'll figure out something," she said. "I'll find some time today when you can get in. What are you here for?"
When I told her I was there for menopause issues...well...you can imagine the expression on her face.
I held it all together long enough to hear their apologies and agree to come back at 2:30.
I went home and stayed there. Watching TV and staring at the walls. By around noon I started to feel a bit better.
I went back at 2:30 and locked my keys in the car in the clinic parking lot.
"How did the appointment go?" You may be asking.
Fine. He's a very very good doctor. Validated my feelings and suspicions, did some medication adjustments, and I came out of there feeling like I have a new plan.
And when I got out of the appointment, my keys were laying there on the counter. Thank you, dear Kristen, for driving half-way across town with Mensa Boy's keys to get mine out of my car.
As I was saying good-bye to the doctor, he said "By the way...locking your keys in the car? Classic menopause!"
Today was a no good, very bad day. Up to a point.
I had a doctor's appointment scheduled for 9:15 a.m.
At least, I had on my calendar that the appointment was at that time. I planned for it for two weeks. I had my notes all written down, my list of prescriptions, and I was prepared to go in there and launch a full-scale assault on this thing I've lately been calling MenoMania.
I arrived at the clinic 10 minutes before the appointment time. When I checked in, I could see the receptionist was concerned.
They did not have my appointment in the system.
I stood there in stunned silence for a moment. I was afraid to speak. I had no idea what was going to come out of my mouth.
"We'll figure out something," she said. "I'll find some time today when you can get in. What are you here for?"
When I told her I was there for menopause issues...well...you can imagine the expression on her face.
I held it all together long enough to hear their apologies and agree to come back at 2:30.
I went home and stayed there. Watching TV and staring at the walls. By around noon I started to feel a bit better.
I went back at 2:30 and locked my keys in the car in the clinic parking lot.
"How did the appointment go?" You may be asking.
Fine. He's a very very good doctor. Validated my feelings and suspicions, did some medication adjustments, and I came out of there feeling like I have a new plan.
And when I got out of the appointment, my keys were laying there on the counter. Thank you, dear Kristen, for driving half-way across town with Mensa Boy's keys to get mine out of my car.
As I was saying good-bye to the doctor, he said "By the way...locking your keys in the car? Classic menopause!"
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Community Policing
We have a campus resource officer from the sheriff's department at our high school. He actually covers all three of the schools, but his primary office is at the high school.
Today I realized that the scope of his job is much more than handling assaults and traffic issues.
Today he was spray-painting the school rock.
He's covered one side of the rock with orange paint and then sprayed "buckle up" on it.
I didn't see him do the deed. I saw him walking away from it after he'd completed it. I stopped and said "Boy. I wish I'd gotten a photo of that for the paper."
He said he does that periodically, to cover up less-than-uplifting messages that get painted on there from time to time.
Today I realized that the scope of his job is much more than handling assaults and traffic issues.
Today he was spray-painting the school rock.
He's covered one side of the rock with orange paint and then sprayed "buckle up" on it.
I didn't see him do the deed. I saw him walking away from it after he'd completed it. I stopped and said "Boy. I wish I'd gotten a photo of that for the paper."
He said he does that periodically, to cover up less-than-uplifting messages that get painted on there from time to time.
Sunday, March 25, 2007
Dumb Yankee
Every once in a while I say something that shows that I'm still not completely "with" this southern life.
The other day I said "I like it when the birds come back."
HUH?
The other day I said "I like it when the birds come back."
HUH?
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