The Tea Party

This note was taped to Sqaunner’s door.  It was to let me know where the tea party was that she invited me to.

She must be from Boston.

I Feel a Song Coming On

Sung to the tune of “I Feel Pretty” from West Side Story.

“I am happy

Oh so happy

I am finished and I got an A!!”

I took my final in my Sociology class this morning and got 78 out of 80.  I don’t know which questions I missed, but I don’t really care.  I’m done and I should have an A in the class!

Now I just have to wait for the grade on my final 20 page project in my Professional and Technical Writing class!

One of Life’s Mysteries

When I was a kid there were two great mysteries that could never be solved.  The first was how my brother could possibly be older than me.  My birthday was 8 days before his!  If my birthday came first, then I should be older, right?  It shouldn’t matter that he was born 1 year and 357 days before me, my birthday was first!

The other was when was tomorrow.  Everyone would always talk about tomorrow, but it never came!  Tomorrow was just some elusive day that never seemed to appear.  I guess sometimes the great mysteries of life can never be solved!

Halloween Fun

Okay, I'm going to jump back on the blogging bandwagon with some pictures from Halloween.

I told TRMinator that, at 13, he was too old to go trick or treating.  He still really wanted to because his friends were going, so I relented and told him he could still go, but he had to make his own costume.  So he made his and G-man’s costumes.  I’m not sure exactly what they were, it was something from Lord of the Rings.  I let Squanner decide what she wanted to be, and she wanted to be Rapunzel.

TRMinator cut all the pieces of their armor out of cereal boxes, taped it all together and spray painted it.  It actually took him a bit of time to do.  I made the rest from a picture he gave me.

 

This was right before the school Halloween carnival.  I finished up G-man’s costumes literally minutes before this was taken and we walked out the door.

On the big night, Hubby took Squanner around the neighborhood trick or treating and G-man went with TRMinator and his friends.  After about a half an hour, they made it to our house and G-man decided that he was done, and wanted to stay inside to watch TV and eat his candy.  Of course now that he is about out of candy and his brother and sister still have lots, he’s regretting that decision just a bit! 

I should really know better

Why oh why am I unfaithful to you,  Target?  It all starts with that errant thought, that maybe Walmart will have what I am looking for in a bit bigger package, with a little better price.  As I’m driving there, I’m questioning myself, thinking I shouldn’t do it and that I may regret it, yet I still pull into that retched parking lot.

Oh the parking lot.  The chaos that is Walmart always starts in the parking lot.  There is always the parking lot vulture.  You know the one camped out waiting for that person’s spot who has just barely started to unload their cart full of bags, all the while blocking the whole lane.

After managing to get past that, I still venture into the store.  I ask myself yet again, why?  There’s a little voice in my head yelling at me to go home!  Go back to Target where it’s safe!  But no, I persevere, thinking that I’ll save myself some money.  I now come to the cramped aisles that is the hallmark of Walmart.  The powers that be must think that all the crap right in the middle of the aisle will be a great way to help the traffic flow by only letting one cart through on a side at a time.  This doesn’t encourage the typical Walmart shopper to move along though, so all the others behind them can get through.  It just means that you should stop and look at whatever catches your fancy, because no one in the crowd that is now blocked behind you could possibly be in a hurry, could they?

Ahh, I’ve found what I’m looking for and am heading to Walmart’s one saving grace—their self checkouts.  I’m almost done!  As I’m on my way out of the store and back into the light I can’t help but notice all the many carts parked haphazardly all over the parking lot.  Hmmm, I guess that just means that you don’t have to clean up after yourself, someone else gets to.  Except that they’re not, and the parking lot is a mess.

As I’m pulling away I promise myself to never stray from Target again!  The next time I walk into Target, that well-lit, clean, and wide-aisled store, I may just give it a hug, and tell it that I won’t ever stray again!

Wordless Wednesday

That’s an expensive battery

Why is it that smoke detector’s batteries only seem to go dead at 2:00am?  It always seems that you are sound asleep, having a dream about something or other, but for some reason there is some annoying chirp that keeps going off.  No matter what you or anyone in your dream does, it doesn’t stop!  That incessant chirp happens about every 30 seconds!  Seriously, for the love of all that is holy, would someone stop the stupid chirping!! 

Then you finally wake up to realize that the chirping is happening in real life and Hubby is up and trying to find which blasted smoke detector it is coming from. (because no one has thought to put an indicator light of some kind that lights up when the battery is low, so you don’t have to wait for it to chirp yet again and run to where you think the chirping is coming from (heaven forbid you have two that are close to each other))   

Maybe that is why they tell you to change your smoke detector batteries when you change the clocks at Daylight Savings.  But what if the battery has another six months of juice left?  Then you’ve just thrown away a perfectly good battery.  I guess for those, like me, that are cheap and don’t want to throw away batteries that still have life left in them, we’ll just deal with dreams that chirp at us every so often.