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January 31st, 2009 | Author:

http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20090130/ap_on_re_eu/eu_britain_no_apostrophe

and now every time I type of possessive or contraction, I have to go back and re-insert the apostrophe because the first time it didn’t take.  And now my spell check is marking the word “didn’t” as mis-spelled.  Coincidence?  I’m thinking no.  I’m thinking they’ve been after retribution ever since that Tea Party thing.

I seriously just sat here and mapped out how many hours I spend doing <whatever> each week and subtracting it from the number of hours in a week and whining about how I don’t have time to do everything I need to do.

And I looked at it and said “Holy shit.  I’m a major whiner.”

Then I thought about a conversation I had with my dear friend Lani some years ago – she asked me how long I’d had health problems.  The question took me by surprise, because as far as I know, I’m relatively healthy.  I reflected for a moment and realized that every time we talked I had some malady to complain about even if it was just being tired.

I finally laughed and told her I don’t have health problems, I have whining problems.  And I resolved to do better.

I don’t think that I have, though.  Or maybe – the fact that I caught that post before I published it means that I am getting better. I just have to whine about it ;)

Oh, and all of this self-reflection and realization TOTALLY does not erase my justification for needing a cleaning person.

January 28th, 2009 | Author:

To the people of Harlem, GA:  You have the most adorable town I’ve ever seen.  Complete with the Laurel & Hardy museum, and the birthplace of Oliver Hardy.   And you had me halfway moved there until I read about the town being founded because two men wanted somewhere that didn’t sell liquor.

I can’t find anything that says if that is still a truth in Harlem, GA.  Without confirmation that I can skedaddle down to the local liquor store and get a bottle of wine … well, I can’t call you home.  I’m sorry.

Oh, wait- I can’t call you home anyway, because I can’t move anywhere that is not in TheKidlet’s school area, or that is out of commuting distance from DaHubby’s Federal Employment.

*sigh*

OK, so this is the deal:  I spent the weekend with family members that I don’t particularly care for.  I mean, the one cousin is okay, and his wife seems okay.

The rest….. ugh.  Without airing a whole slew of dirty laundry, the other cousin is pretty much a piece of donkey dung when it comes to his kid.  So much so that one aunt will be taking her in “for a while” to give her some stability.  Have I mentioned how cool and compassionate this aunt is?  I worry, though, because the answer to “how long?” was “as long as SHE wants but not as long as HE wants”.  What if the daughter finds the stability that she so desperately craves while living with this aunt and never wants to leave?  She’s 13 so the commitment isn’t longer than that, I suppose.  And I know that the aunt will do what is necessary.  I guess I just hope that the cousin has been sterilized at this point.

So we can talk about the cousin’s mother.  SHE almost died last year, from a syndrome that is caused by having ingested nothing but alcohol for long periods of time.  i.e., she almost drank herself to death.  Against all medical predictions, she is not only still alive but relatively … coherent.  And I was like “hey, that’s cool.  She’s done some idiotic shit the past year but she’s still hanging in there and there’s probably a reason for that, right?”

Until I walked outside and there she was – along with everyone else in her family – drinking a beer.

I mean, COME ON, PEOPLE!!! She almost DIED!!! They didn’t expect her to make it a week, all due to her drinking, and you don’t TACKLE HER ASS and take the beer out her hand?!? I don’t get people.  I expect it from her dumber-than-a-box-of-rocks husband, really, but her kids?

It saddens me and angers me.  She could have been so much more.  That’s what I keep thinking.  She could have been so much more.

I wrote this post over the course of several days, because it’s just taken me that long.  And now I realize that my first subject and second subject seem kind of …. ironic, no?  I like wine.  I like the right beer.  A good martini can move me to tears.  And all of those things are true on the six occasions a year that I drink.  Moderation is key, in all things.

I suppose some of my blogging heroes like The Bloggess would make fun of me for that disclaimer and my need to make it.  So I’ll finish up with sayin’ “Do what I say, not what I do.”  ;-)

Peace out, y’all.

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January 24th, 2009 | Author:

They have the nicest Dairy Queen I’ve ever seen.

Still not enough for me to want to go back, though.

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January 23rd, 2009 | Author:

But your city stinks. I don’t mean stink in the way of a 7th grader who didn’t get their way about something, either. I mean stinks as in “something crawled up the butt of your town and died up in there. “

I don’t know if it’s the nuclear plant outside of town or if it was my imagination that the air seemed different in that area. All I know is that it was foul smelling in your town. And I do not want to return.

To the people of Santa Claus, GA – it’s cute in December. In February it’s just odd.

To my father, who told me that US1 was mostly a 4 lane highway in GA – I forgive you.

To myself- remember to have the satellite radio receiver installed in my car prior to next trip.

More to come when I am not typing on my phone …..

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January 20th, 2009 | Author:

There are lots of big things happening tomorrow.  There is, of course, the inauguration happening tomorrow.  That’s big news, fer sure.  More on that later.

Tomorrow is the day I send back the form to the kidlet’s teacher agreeing to have her evaluated for speech therapy.  Not sure how I feel about this, but apparently she has a slight lisp.  I just thought she had a gap in her teeth.  DaHubby, as soon as I said speech impediment, said “Yeah, she has a lisp.”  I felt about .00000000000000000000198 inches tall.  But maybe I was just used to it and thought it was cute. Yes, that’s my story.  But really?  It’s so slight, and she does have that cute gap, and I never thought it was an issue.  I guess I get to work with her for a few weeks first.

Tomorrow I am getting a manicure.  Holy crap, I can’t even type right now, I need one so badly.  But I want my nails to look purrrrty for the drive to FL on Thursday.

Tomorrow I am going back to work after a 3 day weekend.  I don’t wanna. If I stamp my feet and have a little girl fit here and now, will anyone notice or care, and let me off work?

And tomorrow, there is supposed to be snow in the south.   I dunno, it’s 39* here right now, it’s possible, I suppose.  We will see.  They’ve been saying it would be here all weekend and it hasn’t shown up yet.  The good thing about living in the south is that they close the world down when the white stuff falls from the sky.  It’s funny.  Gives me something to laugh about, and be thankful that I’ve the experience of living in Maine.  G-d knows it’s the only thing I’m thankful for when it comes to that.

Tomorrow I will be done setting up the laptop that we are giving my dad.  Which means, he may pop by here every now and then.  Which means I may have to learn to watch my language.  Um, how long do you think it will take to erase 3 years worth of the F word in my entries? :O

So back to the inauguration.  I hope, for our country’s sake, that our new president has the ability to repair the divide that has erupted the past few years.  I’m pretty down-the-middle when it comes to politics so I never thought GWB was the devil; I didn’t think he was the salvation of anything, either.

So tomororw is the end of an era and perhaps the dawning of a new one.

What’s on your plate for tomorrow?