Month: October 2004

I’m wearing jeans to work today, la-la-la la-la! (okay, that was stupid. Let’s see if I can bring this up a level.)

They are predicting highs in the low 60s over the weekend. So lets take a vote on how cold that’s gonna feel. I say “brrrrr” but Mr. Dump thinks I’m nuts.

We will be going pumpkin picking on Sunday, so I suppose any warmer than that wouldn’t feel weather-appropriate. I’m also ready for some more apples. We had frost so no more corn or tomatos or any of the good stuff. It makes me sad – I want fresh tomatos 6 months of the year, not 3.

I am so scattered this week. I apologize in advance. I’ve got a mental to do list that would kill a lesser man, and my ADD and thyroid brain mean that I’m paralyzed by it. The more items on the to-do list, the more freaked out I become. Today I was happy to remember to call in for a renewal on a prescription, because I never remember until after they are closed for the day. I even picked it up!

I’ve been trying for days to sit down and design the basic outline for the kids’ vacation journal.

And I owe a friend of mine (who will read this…*sigh*) $15 and I haven’t done the cd yet that I said I’d send with it, never mind package it up and mail it. (I’m going to have to do two seperate packages on that. Maybe G would like video from our upcoming vacation? I’ll have the bank mail the check by friday.)

I remembered to order my camera battery and picked super saver shipping. It said the battery (and charger) were out of stock and wouldn’t ship until next week. Which was fine with me. Guess what shipped the same day I ordered it, and is already waiting for me at my mom’s house? Two days. I never get anything from Amazon in two days! Certainly not when I pick free shipping on an out-of-stock item!

Cripes, that messed up my checking account!

So anyway, I’ll try harder tomorrow. Maybe.

Paraphrased:

Liar!

Liar!

Liar!

Liar!

If I were a Republican (I’m an independent, for the record) I’d be asking myself DAILY why we chose Bush instead of Cheney to be President.

On the other hand, I don’t like his attitude, and I don’t like how he is lying without a second thought. I know personally someone who had to buy body armor to send to his brother in Iraq. I KNOW SOMEONE PERSONALLY. How DARE he imply that Kerry/Edwards is lying when they say the troops weren’t given enough body armor and supplies.

He is a cold, cold man. He would sell his own children if he thought it would help the administration.

I paid my $5 to be able to wear jeans to work on Friday. I’m actually not sure why we can’t wear them to work on Fridays anyway, given that I work in a building full of tech weenies. But rules are rules, and we can look forward to National Denim Day each October.

I offered to throw in an extra five if I can wear sneakers too, but that’s not part of the program. Don’t they understand that I need to break in my new sneakers before we got to Florida? I mean really, how selfish of them!

Time for a list, wouldn’t you say? Here’s what’s going on in dump-land

• Junior got a goal (buzzer beater last goal, actually) in his soccer game yesterday. This is a VERY GOOD THING because mommy was tearing her hair out watching him play. He certainly doesn’t have a killer instinct when it comes to sports. He’s more a “well, maybe the ball will eventually make it’s way over to me” kind of guy. The lost 12-5, but hey, at least this week they scored 5 times!
• Where is my black sweater? I know I have one. I just can’t find it.
• I am a fan of the allearsnet.com website (Disney-related) and their newsletter. I dropped them a note asking if they were looking for write-ups on anything related to our trip down there, and the editor wrote back with a couple of things they might like. It’s not for pay, but I like writing credits, so I’ll get started outlining those.
• Happy Birthday to my little sister. Well, my only sister. We all went to Il Forno in Fitchburg to celebrate her birthday, and indirectly her and my parents’ anniversaries. 8 years and 43 years. I’ll let you figure out which is which.
• I stopped at the liquor store for a bottle of wine on the way to Il Forno (they are bring-your-own) and the girl didn’t card me. Bitch. Oh, and it occurred to me that this was the only place I’ve ever been in my life that had pork rinds as an impulse item right by the register. No, I didn’t buy any, but I’ve never had them so part of me was tempted. The other part of me grabbed that part of me and shook REALLY hard.