Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Married....with NO children...


disclaimer:  this post is not directed at anyone in particular or meant to cause anger or hurtful feelings; if you feel you cannot read without assuming that I'm talking about you personally....then please read at your own risk

Sometimes I feel like I’m Hester Prynne.  You know, the woman with the scarlet letter.  No, no, no....I am no way an adulterer.  Not at all….but, in a way, I have been branded.  I wear the letter "C".   The reason for my scarlet letter…. I’m over the age of 40, married, and childless.  Bless my heart....that’s right….I said CHILDLESS.  Some people assume I just don’t like children.  Some people probably think I’m just selfish or self involved.  And, worst of all,  some people just look at me sadly; like I'm missing some great secret of the world.  Now, unfortunately because of these assumptions, I do think I get treated differently by a number of people.  People I don't know.   People I  do know.   People I know well.   People I know well that have children….

It was not always in my plan to become an adult, get married, and to remain childless.  In fact, my mother tells me that when I was a young girl and people would ask me what I wanted to do when I grew up I would say…."have lots of babies and live at home with my mom and daddy".   Now, I’m certain my parents are happy that it didn’t turn out that way….especially since I never mentioned a husband at that time. Anyhow….I regress.

You see….there was a time after Jon and I got married that we didn’t take precautions for not getting pregnant.  We believed if it happened….great!  And, if it didn’t happen….great!  We didn’t want to plan anything and we certainly were not one of those couples that had a “roadmap” for having a child.  We did not think about it constantly.   If it was meant to be it would be.   However, it just didn’t happen. It just wasn’t something that was in our life’s plan….God's will....whatever you chose to call it.   We are okay with that.   Jon and I both feel secure in who we are and how much we love each other….without having children in our lives.  In fact, there are times when I’m thankful that I am not raising a child in our society and culture. It’s always other people that don’t understand why we seem so content….they think its tragic. 

An effect of that and the part of not having a child that makes me feel like I’m sometimes wearing the scarlet letter of childlessness is that it does isolate us from couples – and friends - who do have children.   I sense that some people think that Jon and I "shun" the idea of hanging out with them if their children are around.  Or attending functions with couples and children.  Family affairs.   It is a truthful statement to say that Jon and I rarely get invited to the family type BBQ’s or kid friendly parties.  Instead, we are the couple that “parties”…. the people to call if you want to get wild and crazy.  Or so everyone thinks.   So.....because of this, we get invited to the rare nights out on the town, drinking festivals, or the kid-free events only.   Now, granted, we do like to do those things too.   I think our reputations in our college years (and many years after) proceed us both in this aspect.   But now....rarely do we "party".   The reality of it all is that we lead a pretty laid back lifestyle.  And we like it.  And we like to be around our friends!  We like who our friends are...children and all! 

I do feel blessed that we have many children in our life through Jon's band programs, my nephews, and our friends who aren't afraid to expose their children to the Brady's.  And I know that children like us.  We still have many former band students that remain in our lives now - as adults - because we knew them as children.  It's usually our peers - people our age or older - who question our ability to socialize with children.  Unfortunately, its a horrible  stigma to bear....a scarlet letter of sorts....my letter "C"....and food for thought for those of you who don't understand.

Monday, September 20, 2010

Let them eat cake....


Why is it that every job I've ever had employs folks who love to eat? Is it really just because everyone loves to share quality time with their co-workers and food is a way to do that?  Or...is it simply because we Americans love to eat?  Either way, I'm usually pretty good about letting my willpower kick in and I am  able to decline - with ease - the Friday morning breakfast run or the call for having lunch delivered, but never (and I do mean NEVER) have I been able to resist "the cake".  I don't know what it is about the cake....that fluffy cake with lots and lots of fluffy icing.....that's when my willpower goes to pot!

The problem is that there is always cake.  Birthdays, marriages, babies, holidays, promotions, retirements, hirings, firings, any 'ole random day....co-workers always feel these are all valid reasons to have "the cake".  The bottom line is that I've never said no to the cake.  I decided last week - after eating a huge piece of cake that had white and purple flowers and lots and lots of fluffy icing - that I wasn't going to do this anymore....NO MORE CAKE FOR ME! 

My only worry is this....can I really say no to "the cake"?  For those of you that watched "SEINFELD", think back to the episode where Elaine is confronted with cake from two separate celebrations at her workplace. Unlike me with the breakdown in willpower, she is tired of the forced socializing. So....she decides to boycott "the cake" by calling in sick the next day.  Upon her return, her coworkers give her a cake to celebrate her return to work from being sick! It is at this point she loses it and refuses to take part in any future celebrations.  A few days later Elaine misses the 4 o'clock sugar rush that she had gotten used to from all the celebrations, so she decides to raid her boss, Peterman's, refrigerator, where she finds a piece of cake.  Because she's eaten a large piece out of the cake, she tries to even it out, but gets swept up in the moment and finishes it off.  She later finds out from Peterman that the piece of cake he had in his refrigerator is worth $29,000 because of its historical significance.  When it comes to "the cake", this would be my luck....



Friday, September 17, 2010

Simple Woman Daybook....on a Friday


Outside My Window....there is a fall feeling in the air. Mornings are 'crisp and cool', but afternoons are downright hot! Looking forward to the perfect day of cool mornings, warm days, cold nights...

I am thinking....I really need to get back to the gym. Ever since I hurt my back in the spring, I've become a lump! And its no excuse....I know what's good for me - I just don't always do what's good for me...

I am thankful....that I have such an amazing family. Its nice to come home to such a wonderful, secure, and happy place...

Someone who made me happy....Ted. He is an amazing little dog. I've never seen an animal that actually tries to hug you....sincerely....every time you come home...

How I made someone happy....Jon. His 40th birthday is coming September 25th (and for those of you who didn't know - YES - I robbed the cradle!). Anyway....knowing he couldn't have a party due to a band competition that day, I let him pick out a new fishing rod and some fishing lures from Tackle Warehouse. I'm still deviously planning some other things......he he he ha ha ha! I mean it is the BIG 4-0!

I am going....to the Riverbanks Zoo Daylily Sale tomorrow morning with my in-laws. Not only do I plan on indulging on flowers, but I'm really excited about visiting with my family from Charleston...

I am hoping and praying....for my friends and past-colleagues who are out of work right now. Its time to get this country up and ALL of us working again...

On my mind....Marching Band! I am really excited to see the Dutch Fork Silver Spirit Band's show next week. It always amazes me how it just seems to come together when its time to. Not only is the show amazing, but they will be premiering new uniforms and instruments too! GO DFHS SILVER SPIRIT BAND!

From the yard....it is truly the dog days of summer. Everything looks so TIRED. In the next few weeks, I do plan to spend some evenings cutting some things back and getting things cleaned up and ready for Fall/Winter...

Around the house....Have several projects looming. For one, I want to redo the Master Bathroom. Although its been painted and has lovely window treatments, I'm still not happy. I think I'm going from bright turquoise and browns to a more subdued tans and whites. I want a relaxing, embalming spa feeling....aaahhhh...

I am reading....As noted in my previous blog entry I am currently reading "Eat, Pray, Love" By Elizabeth Gilbert - an exceptional memoir....

Pondering these words...."It is better to live your own destiny imperfectly than to live an imitation of somebody else's life with perfection." ~ Bhagavad Gita

Thursday, September 16, 2010

Off the Bookshelf....

I love to read. There is nothing like a good book in your hands and a story that you can't tear yourself away from. At the moment, I am reading "Eat, Pray, Love" by Elizabeth Gilbert.

I know....I know. For someone who loves to read, why am I just now reading this book? A New York Times Best Seller? An Oprah Book Club book? A "Now seen in Theaters" book? Well, believe you me, I saw it on the shelves in all the book stores I frequent, but for some reason the word PRAY in the title was throwing me off. Not that I don't pray. I just assumed that I wouldn't care for it because of the portion of the book that was geared as more spiritual than I'm accustomed to reading. Not that I'm not spiritual. I just didn't know how I would feel about it. Anyway, it just goes to show you....I didn't peak a real interest in the book until the movie trailers started playing....and it was then I decided - as I always do - that I wanted to read the book before I saw the movie. And I'm so glad I did.....

The book is a true memoir about and by Elizabeth Gilbert. Recently divorced, she decides to travel across the world to Italy, India, and Indonesia in her personal search for.....well, EVERYTHING! She writes "I wanted to explore one aspect of myself set against the backdrop of each country, in a place that has traditionally done that one thing very well". She continued in writing "I wanted to explore the art of pleasure in Italy, the art of devotion in India and, in Indonesia, the art of balancing the two."
At this blog entry, I have only read half of the book.....all of the EAT section.....and half of the PRAY section. I can totally relate to the EATING part. Oh, what we wouldn't give to spend months in Italy eating...and eating...and eating. Carbs....what carbs?

And.....believe it or not, I am gaining a lot of insight from the PRAY section. Honestly. Its made me think about my own spirituality and how it relates to how I live my life. How I feel about others and how I feel about myself. And its made me realize that you don't always have to be in control. Its okay to let go.

The pleasant surprise of the book is that I've found that even though the author and I are profoundly different, we are so much alike. So much that it's scary. We both have control issues (yes....I can admit this) and we both have an over active mind. Even though I haven't finished "Eat, Pray, Love", I would recommend reading this book for the first portion alone - when I say portion, I'm meaning the EATING portion(s)! Anyway, I find the memoir extremely compelling. The honesty of the author is admirable and touching. It makes me wish that I could experience a trip such as this....only to find.....well....of course, PASTA!

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Rush, Rush, Rush....

I'm not sure if its because I'm getting older or because I'm becoming more apathetic to meetings, appointments, and deadlines, but I have recently discovered that every time I hit the road, other people are always rushing around like they are on fire. And worse than ever....they are tailgating. Now granted, I switched from driving an SUV to a small sports car in the last few years and I do get a totally different experience because of it. It can be very intimidating when a huge SUV comes barrelling up on your rear end. And I have to ask myself......WAS I THAT OBNOXIOUS AS A SUV DRIVER? Really. I don't get it. I've found that both men and women who drive SUV's are equally at fault when it comes to terrorizing small cars. And just as obnoxious. Just recently, I pulled out of my neighborhood by taking a right into a 35 mph zone. When I initially pulled out, there was no traffic coming from the left at all. Not one car could be seen down the good stretch of road. Then.....MAGICALLY (and at a rate of speed of approximately 50mph)....right on my tail was a HUGE Ford Expedition who obviously wanted me to go faster than the 35 mph speed limit. But I didn't. And she got closer. By the time we got to the stop-light, I couldn't even see her headlights in my rear view mirror. So...was there an emergency? Was she late for church? Was she a "hitman" out to get me? WHY WHY WHY was she following me so closely? When the light changed, we proceeded up the hill, with her continuing to push me along. I knew she was just dying to give me a little tap. We finally got to the next stop-light where there was a split in the road with two lanes going straight. That's when she pulled up beside me, unrolled her window, and proceeded to curse me out for going too slow. Really...can you believe the nerve of her? And on a Sunday morning, to boot? Now....I do not condone "road rage" in any way. But I did respond by politely rolling down my window, smiling at her, and waving. My special wave. So the moral of this story is....YOU PEOPLE NEED TO SLOW DOWN! Enjoy life a little more, take in the beauty of the day, and most importantly.....get off my ass! Its obnoxious and frightening....and just down right rude......

Saturday, September 11, 2010

Always Remember....

I'll never forget how I felt 9 years ago today when our country was attacked on a beautiful fall day. I had just recently started a new job at the Bursars office at the University of South Carolina. A coworker came into my office and asked if I could pull up the Internet because she had just heard on the radio that the World Trade Center had been hit by a plane. Instead, we went down the hall to an office where a television was located. It was true. As we stood there and watched as the second building was hit and as the buildings fell, and witnessed the news coverage that a third plane had hit the Pentagon in Washington DC, it came over us all that no students had come into the office. None. An office that is usually bustling with activity in September. It was the most eerie feeling in the world. We eventually all went back to work - quiet and solemn - caring to each others fears and sadness. All making phone calls to check on our loved ones and friends. Scared of what might happen next. It was truly one of the longest days of my life. That night, I remember Jon and myself sitting on the couch together, watching the news, and holding each other. Thankful that we were okay, but terrified and sad for the thousands of families that were touched by this. So, as we go about our lives this September 11th.....REMEMBER. Remember September 11, 2001. Remember that we are free....free to go to college football games, to shop at the mall, to grill out and enjoy the beautiful day. But most of all, remember that we are free to love our families. Free because we are the United States of America.

Thursday, September 9, 2010

It's that Time of Year...

Everyone who knows me knows that my husband, Jon, is a band director. And if you know me really well, you know that near the end of July or the beginning of August each year...well.... BAND SEASON starts in my house. This means that Jon will spend almost a month straight preparing and conducting leadership camp, rookie camp, and full band camp with 100+ students and a large number of staff. Then school starts, and weekly practice/rehearsal starts, and football Friday's starts....and most importantly the competition band season starts. The meaning of this is that he's gone....long gone. This self-proclaimed "man of leisure" becomes a 40 to 60 (and sometimes more) hour per week band director. And it gives me a lot of alone time. Since I knew what profession I was marrying into, I'm not complaining....I'm just saying! I rarely attend a practice due to my work schedule and I chose to forgo the football games since Friday is a great night to get things accomplished at home. But.....I do chose to travel with him and the band to every competition. I enjoy watching him work, watching the kids progress, and I love watching them succeed. Our favorite thing to say to each other after they've won is "winning feels much better than losing". You see....Jon and I have been together MANY years and I've been to MANY band competitions and I've seen his bands come in last....I've seen them win everything....and I've seen them come in second when everyone else knew they deserved to win! However...there is nothing like seeing the smiles on the kids faces, the pride in their eyes, and the relief that it's over when they do WIN! It is truly priceless....

Needless to say....BAND SEASON has started in our house. As much as I miss him when he's gone, I'm really looking forward to travelling with him and the band and making band a part of my schedule again! I will keep you posted on the outcome of their performances....I believe this will be a year of SUCCESS!

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Wordless (or a few words) Wednesday.....

Some of our beautiful flowers that bloomed this spring and summer in our ever changing gardening plan. Of course, the daylilies are still our favorites!





Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Has it Really Been this Long?

I bet everyone who ever followed my blog has decided that I've quit, given up, got worn out.....or just forgotten about you, right? Well, no...not really...never! I can only say that life has truly gotten in the way. After the new year began this year, it seemed that every aspect of my life went into full speed. Right after I returned from my holiday break, I encountered the busiest time of the year for my job....and in the midst of all this chaos, I encountered an offer for a new job that I couldn't refuse. That's right folks....I accepted a new position that I began February 1st. I thought when accepting the position that I was going to have more time for "ME" and for writing, gardening, and doing the things I enjoy most. Truth of the matter is that this was the point that life became even busier. Hectic. Nuts. Crazy. So busy that the last seven months have been a whirl wind. It's been like snapping my fingers. It's been exhausting. And...in the last few weeks I've been doing some soul searching...lots of soul searching. It just seems like something was missing. I told Jon about these feelings and told him I was thinking of taking a class...or learning a new language...or getting back into my exercise routine full time (which I plan to eventually do - regardless). Anyway, I was trying desperately to find what it was that was lacking...and then it came to me last night while I lay in bed....soul searching. TA DAH! I wanted to start blogging again...to really write and motivate myself to write often. And hopefully motivate myself to write my book. So here I am. All day long I've been thinking about the format I will be using and I've come up with several versions of how the new and improved "Hissy Fit" will flow. I'm still not quite there yet, but once decided....I will let you, my faithful readers, know as well. Anyway, it feels good to be back....real real good. Look for me often....I'll be right here!

Friday, January 8, 2010

An Update on Things....

I know I haven't written since before Christmas....and I'll admit, I have no excuse for why I haven't blogged....except for being busy. Jon and I had a wonderful holiday break with lots of food, family, and friends. Santa was good to us and we both got lots of thoughtful and love-filled gifts. Now, I'm back to work and prepping for a conference that our office will host next week. However, I did want to fill you in on one thing that happened over our holiday break. Unfortunately, we did have a scare with Ted....

You see, he received a nyla-bone from Santa for Christmas and we gave it to him to gnaw on. He spent one whole evening chewing on it....the whole time his tail was wagging and he seemed to feel as happy as could be. That night, when we were getting ready for bed that night, I noticed that Ted looked like he had a golf ball in his mouth and it was making his cheek poke out. At first I thought he might have a piece of the nyla-bone in there....but then I realized it was actually his cheek that was swollen!

I immediately went on line and did a search for what could be wrong. Everything that came back was that he had an abscessed tooth. The next morning we took him into to see Dr. Tim. The diagnosis was correct and he wanted to remove the tooth as soon as possible. We set it up for the very next day.

The bad news....once they got him under anesthesia they did x-ray's on his mouth and found that he actually had 13 bad teeth. And more than the one had abscesses. OH MY GOODNESS...the pain this poor little dog must have been in. Just think...if you have ever had a toothache and needed a root canal to relieve the pressure you were feeling....well, it was the same for him except triple or quadruple the pain. And we never had a clue!

Dr. Tim explained that we wouldn't have been able to tell by just looking at the teeth. That a lot of it has to do with his breed and some of it is genetics....and that he may just be a dog with bad teeth. However, the best thing that we could have done was to give him the nyla-bone and bring the abscesses to our attention!

S0....he did lose the 13 teeth. Traumatizing for a mom like me....but the fact that he is no longer silently suffering means everything. I've said before that Ted is a stoic little guy. He is amazing. The night we brought him home from the surgery, he ate like a maniac, gained his strength quickly, and wanted to play ball only 3 days later with tons of sutures in his mouth.

If only I could be a strong as he is....a beautiful example of endurance, perseverance, and pure love. He is my boy. My Ted.

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Christmas at the Brady House....

Some photos from the Christmas decorations around the house....





Sweet Freedom...

Its official. I am on "holiday" from work until January 4, 2010. Woo Hoo! For us working folks, I cannot say enough how much this time means. To have eleven days in a row is something to wrap yourself up in and relish. Now...don't me get wrong....I do enjoy my job. I like to work. In fact, I cannot imagine what I would do with myself if I didn't work. Even if I had children, I think I would go absolutely nuts being at home all of the time. Really. But eleven days in a row...wow. You see, when you know that your time off is limited, well, it just makes it that much more special. I plan to savor time with my family, spend quality time with my hubby, spend a couple of days here and there with good friends, lounge around with the hound dogs, and get some of the little things done around the house that I never seem to have the time to do. And then, when the New Year rolls around, I will be ready to successfully start the year with a bang! Ahhh...sweet, sweet freedom....

Monday, December 21, 2009

100 Things....

I posted this a long time ago when I first started this blog, but thought it might be worth posting again. For those of you who don't know me....

  1. I have only really been in love once.
  2. I am not a natural redhead.
  3. I am overly cynical.
  4. I like country music.
  5. I don't think honesty is always the best policy.
  6. My favorite movie are "Somewhere In Time" and "White Christmas".
  7. I do not tolerate ignorance.
  8. I am blind as a bat.....need contacts or eyeglasses always.
  9. I hog the covers.
  10. I've done some things I'm not proud of and I hope my parents never find out about them.
  11. I hate smoking.
  12. I am deeply romantic.
  13. I love to read.
  14. If there is one place I would move without reservation it would be Key West, Florida.
  15. My favorite bands are the Counting Crows, SonVolt, and Better than Ezra.
  16. I prefer gold over silver.
  17. I think a 5 o'clock shadow on a man is sexy.
  18. My favorite flowers are daylilies and daisies.
  19. I am a gossip magazine "junky".
  20. I prefer a "manly" man.
  21. I love to grocery shop, but I hate to cook.
  22. I like a good musical.
  23. I can only sleep on the right side of the bed.
  24. I have the tendency to put my foot in my mouth.
  25. I adore a cute pair of black shoes.
  26. And a good black purse.
  27. I am the "anti-techie" - just ask any copy machine, printer, or hard dive.
  28. I do not like cold weather.
  29. And I do not like snow.
  30. My dream is to live on a farm......to grow corn and have a horse.
  31. I hope I'll make my mom and dad proud.
  32. I don't think you ever forget your first boyfriend or your first kiss.
  33. My pet peeve is bad spelling.
  34. I always get in the longest line. Always.
  35. I have more men friends than women friends.
  36. I cannot tolerate a sloppy drunk.
  37. I believe in fate and karma.
  38. I am terrified of needles.
  39. I have a fear of funerals too.
  40. I love slow long kisses.
  41. I think my husband is an amazing musician.
  42. I prefer carpet to hard-wood floors.
  43. I will always (most likely) have my toenails painted red.
  44. Wine makes me sleepy....and mean.
  45. I think dachshunds are the smartest breed of dog I have ever known.
  46. I secretly love the history channel.
  47. And an NFL game every once in a while. GO Steelers!
  48. I am an anal-retentive, obsessive compulsive control freak (okay....maybe you already knew that).
  49. I love my family and friends with great intensity.
  50. Even though I am not always the best at keeping in touch with them.
  51. I am a mid-morning person. Its when I'm at my best.
  52. I do not like to be touched while sleeping.
  53. I avoid photos.....I look horrifying in them and am just NOT photogenic.
  54. I CAN keep a secret.
  55. I prefer a bath over a shower.
  56. I think snakes and spiders are beautiful creatures - although I do like to keep my distance.
  57. I think I'm easy to talk to.
  58. I think Celine Dion and Josh Grobin sucks.
  59. I am an eternal optimist.
  60. And pessimistic people scare me.
  61. But I can be a snob.
  62. My mother is my best friend and an amazing woman.
  63. I long to be a more religious person and a better Christian.
  64. I prefer the beach to the mountains.
  65. I want to write a novel.
  66. I think a little sun on your face is healthy.
  67. I judge people too often.
  68. I think my husband is the smartest and funniest person I have ever met. Stand-up comedy funny!
  69. I still chew my fingernails when I'm nervous.
  70. I am envious of people who have musical abilities.
  71. I miss my brother and wish he lived closer.
  72. I think the career path I chose is extremely boring.
  73. I have never been outside the United States.
  74. I love a good back rub.
  75. I believe no person is perfect.
  76. I prefer a DVD at home over the movie theatre.
  77. I can be an anti-feminist at times.
  78. I can be overly feministic at times.
  79. I am rarely late and do not tolerate tardiness.
  80. I am not as politically conservative as my parents wish I were.
  81. I have had music move me to tears.
  82. My favorite meal is a huge juicy steak.
  83. I love museums.
  84. My in-laws are wonderful and I feel fortunate to have them in my life.
  85. I struggle to get a tan.
  86. I always know - to the penny - how much money I have.
  87. I hate exercise. Although I try to be consistant.
  88. I have the ability to laugh at myself.
  89. I am an ungraceful klutz.
  90. I am addicted to diet soda.
  91. I get car sick and sea sick pretty easily.
  92. Even so.....I love to travel.
  93. But I love to come home more than anything.
  94. I prefer a cold, dark, and quiet room to sleep in.
  95. Olives gross me out.
  96. I rarely go out in public without lipstick and mascara.
  97. I am ALWAYS in awe when I hear one of my husbands band's play.
  98. I admire my parents love for each other.
  99. I'm not as picky as I pretend to be.
  100. I love my husband....he has made me a better person.

Friday, December 18, 2009

'Tis the Season....

My husband is a true believer that if something is worth doing in the first place, then its worth over doing. That is why he loves the show 'Family Guy' and the fact the when Peter Griffin fights the man-sized chicken for 15 minutes of the 30 minute show, he's okay with that! He also has a habit of picking up quirky little sayings that he uses the "over doing" theory with....sometimes to the extreme. This holiday it just happens to be "TIS THE SEASON". For example:

Me: "We are out of toilet paper in the downstairs bathroom."
Jon: 'Tis the season

Me: "I think the dogs are thinking about peeing on the presents..."
Jon: 'Tis the season

Me: "Does this mole look funny to you?"
Jon: 'Tis the season

Me: "Oh my God....the house is on fire!"
Jon: 'Tis the season

Okay...okay. I'm sure he wouldn't say it if the house was on fire, but I have to tell you....I probably heard it at least a dozen times last night. Seriously. And with every time the words came from his lips, he would have the biggest shit eatin' grin on his face you've ever seen. Oh well....'Tis the Season!

Picture Thought


A mini orchid I bought myself for Christmas....to brighten up the workspace! It is only about 10" tall with tiny little flowers! It makes me so very happy!

Thursday, December 17, 2009

Shoes to Note....

Today as I was walking into work in the 35 degree December weather....bundled up in my huge overcoat with a warm and cozy scarf wrapped around my head....I witnessed a woman walking across campus who had on no coat and no scarf, but a sweatshirt, long shorts, and gladiator sandals. No lie. Thats what I said.....gladiator sandals! REALLY! The whole time I was wondering if I could get the cell phone out quick enough to snap a photo. But....I was so bundled up and carrying so many bags I could officially be deemed a 'bag lady', there was no way I could do so without making a spectacle out of myself trying to make a spectacle out of her. Regardless, there are a couple of issues I have with her outfit. First of all, is the bottom of your body so warm that you don't feel the need to cover it? Really? It was 35 degrees. I can only image what she was thinking when she first came outside and felt the rush of frigid air upon her legs. Secondly, although she had already chosen to wear shorts in this weather....she also chose to pair them with gladiator sandals? For the love of God woman....have you really looked at these shoes? Really? These shoes are ugly. No....these shoes are fugly. These shoes are not good for anybody....anytime. In any weather. Really.

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

The Shame of It All....

Two things. First, I got my first speeding ticket in 21 years today. I could not believe it. I was going 41 mph in a 25 mph zone. I honestly thought it was 35 in this area so - yes - I was still speeding. However, I just didn't think I was speeding as fast as I really was. Secondly, I did get a ticket. I could not believe it. I honestly thought I might be able to smile my way out of it. No go. The very young and attractive cop was - for lack of a better description - oblivious to my charms and quite frankly, an ass. So....he did reduce the ticket from 4 points to 2 points and from $180 to $80, but I absolutely WAS getting a ticket. The last thing he said as he walked away was 'Merry Christmas'. And, of course, all I could say in response was 'Boo and Bah Humbug to You'! Oh well....a good friend said if all I got was an $80 ticket in the last 21 years - especially for all the speeding I do - then I should be happy because that nets out at around $3 and some change per year for the last 21 years.....Go figure. Thats actually less than I pay for a PARKING ticket on the USC campus....