The Big DumpTruck

Weatherdudes at CBS 4: This is how you define “A Few Stray Flakes?” Cripes, it’s been snowing steadily here since I left the house an hour and a half ago. I *literally* checked the weather right before I left the house, because I thought a flake had fallen on me when I was waiting at the bus stop with Junior. The other two moms said “No, it probably wasn’t snow, it isn’t supposed to snow today” even when I showed them the offending flake, still stuck to my coat.

So I’m driving to work in flurries bordering on white out conditions, and the recorded weather report says a few stray flakes. Even the DJs had the courtesy to be embarrassed. I’d demand a refund, if I were them. If you can’t get it right an hour ahead, we should trust your four-day forecast?

I know, I know, stop blaming the weathermen. It’s not their fault. They don’t control the weather. Yabut, I shouldn’t have to listen to them being wrong while I’m driving in a snowstorm without any boots.

In other news – I told Junior that today was his last day to complete all the things he wanted to accomplish before he turned 7. Sounds funny, doesn’t it? And yet, we do that same thing when facing an “0” birthday – 30, 40, 50, etc. I personally have three weeks to accomplish all the things I wanted to do before 40. So if you don’t see much of me between now and then, you’ll know why. (p.s. Is it too late to be a teen pop sensation? Howzabout America’s Junior Miss?)

You know, I always laughed when I heard about people hitting “mid life” and making these abrupt changes, citing that life was too short to keep on the same path.

Except for the past few days I’ve become obsessed with a complete career change that would involve me opening my own store. I mean, that’s not a small decision, and it may or may not happen, but still, when you find yourself mentally sketching out a business plan, that has to mean something? It also seems pretty daunting to me, so maybe that’s why some people are cut out for owning a store and some aren’t? But all these people who open stores…they didn’t have to start with tons of cash, did they? Renting retail space is just that, renting. You don’t have to buy a building, right? So then the big investments are in storage/hardware, a cash register, and buying inventory, right?

Is it because I turn 40 in a couple of weeks? Maybe. Am I too big of a wuss to make this kind of leap? Most probably. Which stinks. Too bad I’m not in a position where I have nothing to lose, you know?

Back to it, I guess. What a great weekend, though. I think every weekend should be like that. And that includes not going into work on Fridays, spending it with my sister’s family eating hors d’oeuvres and drinking champagne, sitting around the house on Saturday doing nothing specific, and then shopping on Sunday. Even if, like yesterday, it’s for things like Q-Tips and replacement pants for He Who Will Not Stop Getting Taller. Sheesh. That kid goes through more pants. We spent the day at Target and the Solomon Pond Mall, and I ended up with nothing for me! How can that even be?

Anyhoo…time to shuffle off to the bus stop. Thank God it’s warm today instead of ice-encased. Rain in January can be a scary thing.

Oh man, staring a five day workweek in the face is just so depressing. I love the end of December and the short work weeks. Even the beginning of December you have the end of December to look forward to. Now – not so much. Oh, sure, Junior has a day off with the upcoming King holiday, but it’s not really the same, is it? No.

I’m just saying.

I have no idea why I picked that title. I mean, it’s probably the only title like that out there. In two weeks, if you do a Google search, I’ll probably be the only hit. If you put it in quotes.

Sorry for leaving you in the lurch. It’s not that I was off at some glamorous ball or something. I spent most of the day yesterday with my sister’s family, we came home and crashed before 11pm. Today I was in that limbo where you thought it was Saturday all day yesterday but now you kind of think it’s Sunday but you are acutely aware that it’s not Sunday. Except it’s a holiday and there’s no mail so that continues to screw you up. I think tomorrow is Sunday. I am going to go with that assumption.

I need to buy a pair of pants or two, but after all the crap I’ve eaten the last two days, I’m not sure this is the best time to be shopping for pants, if you catch my drift. I think hot wings, onion dip and shrimp cocktail are not on anyone’s suggested diet. Well, maybe the shrimp, but the 4 layer dip (I have no burning desire for the three layers I left out…) killed the benefits of that dead.

I had a small glass of champagne (I was driving) early in the evening. Actually, I tried a sip of a second bottle they opened and I can tell you that the Moet was the better of the two, even if Martha Stewart recommended the other one. I am not champagne expert, and I’m sure she knows what she was talking about, but the Moet was way better. You can take that recommendation to the bank.

My baby turns seven on Thursday. Maybe I’m just feeling overwhelmed by that. He’s a baby, you see. My widdle shmooky wooky. Except for the being seven part. Yeesh.