Month: May 2004

I wonder if it gives away my age to give my post that subject line. Raise your hand if you are under 30 and know where it comes from without resorting to Google. Uh huh, uh huh. I’m guessing 10% of you, tops, and that’s because you’re secretly so much cooler than your peers that your skin appears to be made of aluminum alloy. Or something like that.

Speaking of the under 30 crowd, I got Junior’s mother’s day card from his daycare place today, because he didn’t go there after kindergarten on Friday. Inside the card was a piece of paper that resembled a mad lib, filled with Junior’s answers to some questions. I’d like to tell you all that he announced to his teachers and the world that his mom is 24 years old. My God, I love that kid more than life itself. 24. Well, mentally, sure.

No snide remarks, please, I’m basking in the glow of Mother’s Day.

Okay, we did the fishing thing today, once the rain stopped. Nobody got hooked at all! Well, except for two fish. I don’t want the P E T A people all over my backside, so we’ll just say that there was a bit of ugliness involving a now one-eyed fish. Nuff said. We were just doing catch and release. Mostly we were feeding them all a serious amount of worms. I was fascinated by the amount of “oooh, it took the worm right off the hook!”

Oh well, doing our part for our fishy friends.

I’ve been given the heads-up that on Mother’s day, we’re all taking the kids fishing. Um, does that mean for Father’s day we can go to the mall?

I don’t really need anyone to make a big deal out of Mother’s Day…I told Mr. Dump that I’d really like a set of drinking glasses, so we can stop giving our guests the Uno’s and Applebee’s kiddie cups that we’ve collected over the years. I’m hoping to end up with something good, but he is going to let junior help pick them out.

I can tell you this: I’m NOT touching any bait. And unless they end up with some shellfish, I’m not eating the catch.

Important stuff first: thank God the Sox won last night. We were about to drape black cloth over the mirrors. Let’s hope they are back on track for at least the next few games.

Next up: My outerwear of choice today is a fleece button-up sweater-like garment. It’s a nice dark raspberry color, reversible with a lighter shade of the same. I thought it would look nice and I could wear it inside, where the temperatures sometimes get cool in the afternoon. Except on the way in I kept thinking that the air vents in the car were letting in the scents of spring. And when I got to my desk I realized…it’s my fleece. It smells like flowers. Not in a perfumey kind of way, but in a pollen kind of way. It smell like those big white lilies they put in bouquets that make me pray to God nobody gets flowers at work. Or paper whites. Some people like the smell of paper whites. I think they are pretty but the smell makes me want to run screaming. So that’s what my clothing smells like. Fantastic. I took it off for now, I can’t risk a headache developing before noon. (That’s what will happen – massive headache.)

Does all fleece smell like flowers?

Why can’t our jobs have a summer vacation like we used to get when we were kids? I’d be so excited right now because we’d be coming up on summer vacation…we’d all be running around with that excited anticipation you got around this time each year.

But no…no summer off. I’m so bummed.