Author: The Jody

No, not you. Well, sure you. Remember, each and every time you visit, an angel gets its wings. Or at least my counter goes up and for some reason, that’s the only thing keeping me going right now. The steady “thump thump thump” of the web counter showing visit after visit.

I was actually talking to my work email. Like my alarm clock, I make heavy use of the “snooze” function. I set reminders for things I need to do, like a good little ADD person. *Bing* it’s time to finish the XYZ report. *BING!* Update the ABC document to refer to LMNOP. Except they provide you with a snooze function, and you can tell it “Remind me again in 5 minutes.” Or ten, fifteen, thirty..8 hours…two days…

I just snoozed something for 4 hours. “Come back and bother me later today, I don’t have time for you right now.” I have some that pop up every 15 minutes and I say “not now” and I know I’ll have to do it again in another 15. It’s just not the highest priority this Monday morning, but it will keep bugging me, much like my son does when I’m on the phone.

Speaking of Junior – three, count ’em, three – pairs of pants went into the charity pile this weekend. STOP GROWING!

It’s slow around here on weekends. I think I get a lot of traffic from people slacking off at work. You know it’s bad when the highlight of your day is a wrong number.

Made it up to Target today (I know what you’re thinking – how can I live with the excitement?) and picked up some light bulbs. I hope the Journal of the Mundane is catching all this. So we spent all afternoon at the Mall, bought very little, and then when I got home I rushed to mow the lawn before it got dark. I realized how early it gets dark when I finished, came in, de-grassed myself and am sitting here for the first time today…and it’s only 6:20. It was freezing out too. I had a hat on and a sweatshirt – I knew I’d warm up quickly once I got going – but my face was FREEZING. My cheeks are still cold! I just checked, it’s 44 degrees. Oh, that would explain it!

Speaking of having fun in the freezing cold, last night we decided to go to the Drive-in to see Good Boy. What a cute movie! It was a perfect pick, and I’m glad we went last night because the man running the ticket booth explained that it was going to be the last night the place was open this season. I think they made that decision when only 22 cars went to the movie on Friday, and I’m guessing only a few more than that last night. He said they can’t compete with all the local sports, football especially. I guess I can see his point. It wasn’t my place to mention to him that in years past, they’d cater to an older crowd once it got this cold out. R rated movies, actually they did some adult films back then.

But we had a blast, ate like piggies, enjoyed the movie, and only needed to start the car about every 30 minutes to de-fog the windows. What more could you ask for?

Man, I’m wasted right now. I should be outside mowing my lawn and I just want to curl up somewhere. I fear I’d curl up in a pile of leaves if I went out there. I’ve had it with mowing the lawn, can’t I just let it go until next spring?

I’m reading a book set in 16th century Scotland right now, and while I think parts of it are historically accurate I’m afraid not enough of it is that I can say “that’s what it must have been like for my ancestors who lived back in 16th Century Scotland. I did trace the family back fairly far, possibly not back as far as this book, but it’s not like my relatives just sprang from the earth from seeds planted by visitors from another planet. So at some point I had relatives living in 16th century Scotland. Anyway, I should try to find a better book to learn the types of things they ate, etc. I have to imagine they weren’t quite a civilized as these folk are. I’m guessing they were more like the peasants in the filth in Monty Python and the Holy Grail. “Oh! Come and see the violence inherent in the system! Help! Help! I’m being repressed!”

I tried a latte at Dunkin Donuts today, because I was the only one in the place (up in Hollis NH) and that way I could take my time asking them if I’d like it. I got the mocha one, and it was better than I’d hoped, once I realized all the sugar was at the bottom. But it was still too strong for me, you know? I’m such a coffee wuss.

Okay, one last thing. You know how I was telling you Junior likes games where he takes care of little creatures? Well today his step-brother is visiting and they were playing, and J-P somehow lost track of the 6 yellow ones, and the end of the day came. You have to return them all to the place where they live at the end of the day or they get eaten. And they got eaten. And Junior burst into tears and ran off to his room. He was beside himself that we’d let these six little things die. “I miss them!” Oh, my sensitive, sensitive little man. This is why we don’t own a cat or a dog.

No, I wasn’t at the Christmas Tree Shop, but that’s a good idea. I haven’t been in a couple of months. So anyway, I decided to treat us to a new GameCube game, if I could find a cheap one. It costs $6 to rent one from Blockbluster, so if you play a game for a few weeks, you’re ahead of the game. I told Junior that I would ONLY buy one if it was on sale.

There’s a game I’d had my eye on since I was scoping out what system Santa would bring last Christmas. I heard nothing but good stuff for the game “Pikmin” and Circuit City (or as Junior calls it, in all seriousness, Circus City) had it for $17.99! Oh my goodness, that’s SO COOL! We’ve been playing it for a couple of hours, and finally have the hang of the thing. Junior’s funny, he loves the games where you control or raise little people. The Chao Gardens in Sonic, the characters in Animal Crossing, even these things in a Playstation game that was good in theory but too hard in execution (I’m blanking on the name). I happen to love those games too. But in this one you sometimes lose Pikmin in battle or because you forget to put them back in their spaceshippy thing before night falls (and big bugs eat them). He’s freaking out because he doesn’t want any of them to die. Uh, well, that’s just part of the game – it’s hard to keep track of 100 of the little stinkers.

Okay, so I also got Dido’s new CD because I’ve been a good girl and I waved all my paper route money for it. Maybe tomorrow I’ll even get to listen to it!

Just busy, and keeping a low profile. I mean, anything I’d write would be all dark and gloomy anyway.

I did bring “Consolation Cookies” in to the office today, because I wanted to cheer myself and my fellow Sox fans up. I shared them with on Yankees fan because he’s a nice guy and didn’t rub it in our faces. The other Yankees fan, however? He can get his own cookies. Gloating doesn’t get you free pastry, my friend.