Monday, August 31, 2009
Thursday, August 27, 2009
A just because picture to give you something to look at.
- Prison Break
- Little House on the Prairie
- Mork & Mindy
I covet these television series:
- The Walton’s (At one time, I owned a few of these, but they were actually stolen from me.)
- Punky Brewster
- The Facts of Life
- Silver Spoons
- Knight Rider
- The Smurfs
- Bosom Buddies
Cartoons or television series that I’d like to see (but not necessarily own) for nostalgia purposes:
- Fraggle Rock
- Family Ties
- Charles in Charge
- The A-Team
- Family Ties
- Quantum Leap
- Lavern & Shirley
- *My last name*
Some things I hate:
- Clowns (or anyone with clown-looking make up)
- My lack of understanding, prior to college, of the massive amount opportunities available
- When people ask me a bagillion times when I am going to get married, have children, or make them grandparents
- Random chatter
- Loud people
- Small talk
- Smutty television shows
- The color pink
- Blogger formatting (or lack thereof)
Some things I love:
- Mountain Dew
- Good friends
- Patterns (stripes, flowers, number patterns) and geometric shapes (squares, circles, rectangles, triangles)
- Bold colors and earth tone colors
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Great, I thought. Now what?
I tried to be positive. I really did. I went to the door with a smile, greeted her warmly and waited anxiously for her to state her objective. Unfortunately, my suspicions were confirmed as she made her request. She asked if My Friend could park elsewhere leaving this particular space open for her because she’s getting older and it is hard for her to get around and walk that far. And it wouldn’t be for long because they were planning on moving soon.
Now, this is a request that I would ordinarily be more than happy to oblige. Respect for my elders was something I learned a long time ago from my father. Even in this particular instance, I was willing to be open to the possibility of accommodating her request.
That was until I began to close the door and she said, “And not to be mean but we were here first, you know.” WHAT?!? My first thought was, Like mother, like daughter. Neither one of them knows how to be nice or is even slightly interested in being neighborly.
I closed the door and went back upstairs and posed her request to My Friend. He laughed. He felt the same as I. If they weren’t such callous people, would we be happy to be accommodating. The parking lot is an open lot for everyone. Even if My Friend didn’t park in this particular space (it is a crapshoot, really), someone else could and does. Moreover, we each have a parking space in the garage that isn’t 10 feet from their front door. If it is so hard for the 80 year old mother to get around, why isn’t the daughter letting her park in the garage? Umm, hello! I also wonder what this 80 year old woman who is apparently not able to get around well is doing driving in the first place.
Maybe My Friend and I are just as callous and maybe we should take the high road and accommodate the elderly woman’s request. If we did, would it matter? Would the neighbors be nice? Would they be appreciative? I doubt it.
Monday, August 10, 2009
Photos courtesy Daytime Night Owl
Thursday, August 6, 2009
In addition to the earlier mornings and long hours, it is summer time. The season that I yearn for all year long. When summer finally makes its long awaited appearance, the warm weather and sunshine seem to come and go so quickly. I am trying to make it a point to enjoy the warmth and sunshine even though, most nights, I would rather go home and crawl into bed.
The weekends have been action packed and there are no signs of slowing. Last weekend, one of my best girl friends brought a new life into this world. I spent a great deal of Saturday in the town left behind visiting with her and her new baby boy. Of course, no Saturday is complete without a trip to Wal-Mart and the loss of a $100 bill. A sly purchase made by My Friend resulted in a Saturday night game of Monopoly. I am learning that My Friend has a tendency to talk a big game and then get his butt kicked. The game is not over yet, but let me just tell you that I am way ahead.
Photo courtesy Hasbro
Photo courtesy Daytime Night Owl
Sunday, My Friend surprised me with a trip to the zoo. Giraffes and zebras and impalas, oh my!
Photo collection courtesy Daytime Night Owl
It was such a nice surprise considering I have no recollection of ever going to the zoo in my life. I am sure I have, but I really don’t remember. It was a beautiful sunny day with a nice breeze. It wasn’t too crowded and we did not encounter any rude people. The day went off without a hitch. The only unfortunate incident that I encountered was in the restroom. Everyone always stops at the restroom when they arrive and, of course, the smallest restroom in the joint is near the entrance. Three whole stalls for a mass of people. As I am standing in line, the girl in front of me suddently turns towards the door, covers her mouth and blows chunks everywhere. (And I mean chunks!) I felt really bad for her, but there was really nothing anyone could do for her. As soon as the next stall became available, I got in and out and made sure to thoroughly wash my hands. Apparently, vomiting did not deter her from attempting to enjoy the zoo because I saw her again 4+ hours later when we were leaving.
After the zoo and the hour and a half drive home, we headed to the house of a friend of My Friend for dinner. Dinner was delicious (um, anytime you have steak, you will never hear a complaint from me). I finally made it home at 9 pm and dropped myself on the couch for about a half hour. When I could no longer keep my eyes open, I fell into bed.
The coming weekend will be no less busy. Two of my very dear friends are coming into town. One Friday night from Florida. One Saturday night from Tennessee. Both will be here for longer than the weekend, thankfully, because I am not sure I’ll have time to see them. Saturday will be work in the morning, boating with mom in the afternoon (I have to go or she will be upset because I have cancelled on her twice already), then a graduation in the evening, possibly followed by meeting a friend for a drink or dinner. Sunday is an all day outing at a baseball game.
Whew…I’m tired just thinking about it.