We'll drink a cup of kindness yet

To the easy reader from New Zealand who spent a half hour reading three pages. Were you hung over? If you were looking to whack off then I'd recommend you check out literotica.com for that business. And for the unknown reader, hi there peekaboo I see you.

Fred's lack of sleep is really making him uber cranky. I love how B.J. tries to insert wisdom on any chats Fred and I have. Sorry dude, I'd check what's going on in your house before you start spouting advice. Pot meet kettle.

I actually am considering quite a few resolutions for the upcoming year. I'll post those tomorrow.

I thought I'd browse and see what was on sale. I stopped at least three stores and there was absolutely nothing that interested me. Shocking I know. The local Jewel got me for the chocolate Reese's and their awesome BLT pasta salad. Dominick's makes the BEST cheese and onion rolls.

I did have options with a couple of parties to go to but I hesitated because with my luck I'd get an emergency call from the Mertzes. It was just me and the Winking Owl white, that's wine from Aldi for you who were thinking it was something else. I caught the tail end of Carson Daly and Wanda Sykes. Miss Wanda is utterly divine. She never ceases to make me laugh. She is so the shit. I didn't understand why Dick Clark was on tonight. It was obviously he was exhausted at the end of his broadcast. What were they thinking? So I toasted the New Year in 2 time zones. The local broadcasts were good as well.After the New Years song was played, the first song I heard was "Let's groove" by the one of my all-time favorites, Earth, Wind, and Fire. That is pretty funny since I'm an air sign.

The journal I saw but didn't get had the following quote posted on the cover.
"The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams."
-Eleanor Roosevelt

Happy New Year 2006!!!

Express yourself

Any attempt to keep this day holy, perfect, peaceful, and sinless was shot straight to hell. This is courtesy of the United States Postal Service. Apparently, there are thieves working at their Des Moines, IA location. I would have been better off sending the package by either carrier pigeon or pony express. Good grief, I could have hopped on a Greyhound bus with the item in hand and dropped it off myself. It would have taken less time than it did right now. Not only do I look like a two-faced liar. I have to explain why as well. Did Jim-Bob and Zeke really think I was gonna let this one go? Oh I don't think so. Furthermore what's the deal with the 1800 numbers for them anyway. It's disgusting that we've routed government customer service jobs overseas. Postmaster General you should be ashamed of yourself. I was routed to 5 different numbers that were no where near close to Des Moines but were in the state. Then I had some postal lady tell me to wait 30 days before filing a report. Are you smoking crack? No wonder the government is going to hell in a henbasket. Yeah right. No doll, you go right ahead and watch the world go by with my taxes for 30 days. I'll do the legwork.

Then came my brilliant idea of taking Fred and Ethel to see Zach. I need a cartoon hammer so I can beat myself over the head several times. Fred has a habit of when he goes to the local mall to sample ALL the mens' colognes on the counter. Ethel has a penchant for eating sardines. She refused my offer of a breath mint. I had to open the window because I thought a cow had died in the trunk. B.J. and Minnie must be having some domestic issues because Zach was yet again constipated. It only happens when he gets stressed and little kids internalize everything. We went to watch a Bob the Builder movie I had gotten him. True to form, it was nowhere to be found. Hell's Bell's, if you're going to regift my gifts why not have the tits to tell me you don't like it and I'll credit MY account. It's not my lot in life to be your personal shopper for the ookabillion parties Zach gets invited to. Then she begs to go pick up 2 bottles of mineral oil but B.J. only gave me enough money for one. The Bank of Starla is off limits to you Minnie. I've had it. I can't fathom why 2 grown adults have to pass the buck as frequently as you two do.

The ride home was a total PITA. Fred shouted and cursed the entire ride home. We almost got into a accident. Thank you Guardian Angel for protection. Of course everything is my fault. I've clenched my teeth so hard to control myself, my mouth hurts.

At least my day did have a happy ending. I was able to pick up the book I needed for book club next month.

It Was Only In My Dreams

This morning I woke up from quite a bizarre dream in location as well as characters. I was sitting with B.J. at The Music Box in one of the theaters waiting for the film to start. No I can't remember what we were going to see. The place was fairly full. All of the sudden and emcee of sorts comes to the stage as a warm up act as opposed to playing the pipe organ. He asks there are any couples in the audience who are not only on their first date but it's their first visit to The Music Box too. There was murmuring among the patrons. Then all of a sudden a few rows ahead of me Chez Paul's hand shots up and he stands proudly with some random girl. He announces that they are the very couple. Then there was thunderous applause for them. I just sat there stunned thinking, "Who in the world is he kidding?". I'm guessing that he's dating someone else and it's time for me to move on as well. Okay I've gotten the message loud and clear.

Yesterday when I went to make an exchange the toilet seat lid that had the butterflies embroidered that had the same shade as my toity was gone. I settled for one with seashells instead. I hoping in a feng shui way it makes more sense to have the seashells because they live in water and well you get the idea. It's all part of the cycle.

It was another trip to the land of home health supplies. It was great to able to talk about the tribute to Chicago's children's programs with the owner. Then it was off to make copies. Hopefully this time around I'll actually be able to make it to book club. Other signs of the evening included, the words belong and world class, a state license plate, and a ad for a non-profit organization.

Don't leave me this way

This is a tribute to my mom's Hamilton Beach electric hand mixer,with a black handle and white body. It died today. 1968-2005. She wanted to throw it out but I wouldn't let her. It was my pal. I have so many memories that were made with this kitchen aid. Many a cookie, bread, or dessert, were baked mostly by mom with me in the background as a observer and helper. Of course the best part of the process was when my brother and I were each given a spoon/beater from the mixer to eat the batter from. I was so pleased that we were able to find a replacement. But I kept the old one and am putting on a shelf as soon as I get the shelf. Also she mentioned that Aunt Imogene had borrowed it and returned it damaged with the crack in the back. She later claimed it was given to that way. Weasel breeds weasel. Oh yeah. We are family.

On the other hand the psycho toaster is going back tonight. I put in a piece of bread to test it. There was a bad smell that came from it when it was turned on. It wasn't like a dead animal smell but it was funky enough for me. Then the toast was regular on one side and burnt on the other. If I wanted that kind of service, I would have gone to Aunt Imogene's restaurant back in the day.

Adventures in the elderhostel are a bit fraying on my nerves. I reminded myself that it was Fred's responsibility to bring the gravy and he just forgot. It's not like him to blow bringing his special side dish. I owe Minnie a apology. Yes, I know that it's shocking to be coming from me. She said that Honeybaked didn't give her gravy. Of course not, Fred gave his word that he was making his.

Then this whole quest about getting replacement appliances and it HAD to get done today. I just about died while Ethel and I roamed around the department store. I felt nauseous and yucky. That is very unlike me. I do have the shopping gene and I can giftwrap too.

Everybody sleeps

This morning I awoke to flem in my throat. For local easy readers like Catsmeow that means I'll sound like Kathleen Turner for the rest of the week. When you don't have medical insurance, you have to be creative with a combination of over the counter and holistic remedies. I'm using Collodial Silver, chammomile, and generic day flu. The best combination I came up with to get me through retail holiday hell days was Contac and generic Nyquil. Most likely these items now will need a prescription due to the Meth heads out there.

My body is still racked with illness.After a cup of tea, I fell asleep for two hours and awoke to the tv onto "the phew".(If you put two and two together, you'll have something)I know in theory Barbara Walters had a good idea but ABC has just spun this into another product endorsing frenzy that's filled with celebrities and blips about semi-serious issues but never take themselves too seriously because it's time for a commericial. I know Jane Pauley tried the talkshow track and didn't meet the numbers. At least she tried to ask questions that made you think and didn't insult your intelligence. But I know I'm not alone in wanting something on network television that doesn't insult a woman's intelligence. A serious discussion of issues with intelligent point and counterpoint with a woman's roundtable. I'd like it not to revolve around the expected working mother vs. nonworking mother issue. Give me a break. Women on each side work very hard at what they do and think they are doing what's best of their kids. You know what? Live and let live. Move past it and get along. Just remember the girls that you're raising for the fourth wave need to have enough self-esteem pumped into them as early and often because society will do everything capable to chop them down.

I tried staying up for a few hours to try to get some cleaning done. I didn't feel the need to participate in the after-Christmas sales because I'm well stocked with ribbon and paper. I just passed out for another three hours and slept off the illness. At least now I'm somewhat awake. The humidifier is acting funky. I'll just leaving you with the punchline. I'll be getting a new toilet seat. The why of the situation I'm saving for the situation comedy episode that it will be based on. It could only happen to me.

Merry Medical Christmas

[DISCLAIMER: If you are are about to eat a meal or have just eaten, walk away from this post. Come back to the blog during those inbeteen times]

I so thought that I had all of my bases covered this time. Fred and Ethel's gifts were already done. No gift exchanges between me to B.J. and Minnie.I had gone to Target on Friday night to pick up a last minute gift for Zach. Damn whoever got the size 5 Thomas the Tank pajamas. Never fear easy readers. I went with Spiderman and was able to get matching underwear. I picked up a few things for myself since the deals were too good to pass up. Thank God for plastic. Keep your fingers crossed that I will get a kick ass job with tuition reimbursement very soon. This is where the story is about to go sour.

Christmas Eve morning I woke up feeling like death had me in a vice grip. Somewhere among my many travels, I picked up the stomach flu. When I mean stomach flu, I mean I woke up at 5am and went straight to the toity and it was a liquidy river of poop coming out of my ass. It was a yellow brown vomit color. Anyone who chooses to pay people to do this to them, ie a colonic treatment, is about as nutty as Edwina from AbFab. This joyous experience contiued four or five more times before 7a.m. I felt like I had this thing in my stomach that made me nauseous to no end and I couldn't throw it up. This is why I could never be bulimic or anorexic. It felt like a combo of a drunken hangover and what I imagine to be morning sickness. Although that would have been a hell of a way for me to have a immaculate conception. I wasn't even able to walk erect. I had to hunch over with shoulder slumped, head down, and walking at a shuffle.

When I finally get to Ethel to let her know what's going on, she tells me,"Well why didn't you take something for that?".Oh no she didn't. I could not believe that she was being that cold to me. No I take that back. She's done it before and on numerous occasions. The one I distinctly remember is when I was still old enough to play on a swing set with a attached slide. It was metal, old, and rusty. This was at Cousins house. Late 1970's I'm guessing. Anyway, I was a fat kid and I went through the platform as I was about to go down on the slide. I hung there from the bar over head waiting for my mom to come get me who was inside. The only adult who showed any concern was Uncle OG's wife who came and got me. My mom's opinion on the situation, "Let her stay there and figure it out." I'm emotionally detached enough from the situation that I can say, she probably thought that this would be some kind of motivator for me to figure out how to lose weight and she didn't know any better.
Now as an adult, I just let her have it. I let her know how much I appreciate her concern. As well how whenever anyone gets sick, I'm the first to run out and go get whatever over the counter stuff and get well goodies to make her and anyone else feel better. That it was really great to know that she's able to be so compassionate. I told her there was no way I could go to the family function and to stay the hell out of my sight as I go off to my own world of illness and pestilence.

This pestilence brought Cousin to the phone. Ethel told her that I had a cold. Yeah I should be so lucky. She called under the guise of sending Christmas wishes. Her real intention: Aunt Imogene wanted to know our plans for Christmas Eve and her church is having a Spring Fashion Show. Apparently there are no fat girls in the Ladies Auxillary and they need one to model clothes from Avenue. She lives in a neighborhood where the high school kids swipe collect the plastic Santas and later put them all on someone's lucky lawn in the spring. I thought it was hilarious but didn't say anything. She went to the police station to fill out a report. She took her kids with her so the cop on duty could scare them straight into not pulling this prank.She complained how she didn't know how Beau would pay for the house that he's custom building in Snootyville. I wanted to say, who are we kidding here. Your house, your sister's house as well as Beau's were ALL bankrolled by Aunt Imogene. They are worth over 1 million dollars and that's not counting the side investments she made with Uncle OG over the years. Frugal is not the word. Cheap ass bitch is a better description and the circle remains unbroken.

At least Fred was somewhat normal,he let me make my tea and grab the bottle of Ginger Ale to try and settle my stomach. No dice. I made friends with my toity. It was really weird to have the chills. I had on a tshirt and 2 sweatshirts, socks and sweatpants and even with two comforters I felt that someone had turned on the air conditioner full blast in the living room. I took out the thermometer and it sealed my fate. I had a temperature of 101.5. In the world of Fred and Ethel, B.J. and I were raised with a very strong work ethic. Unless you had a temperature or could vomit without getting out of bed, your body was in school. It earned me a Perfect Attendance Award one year. Some weasel kids in my class that year tried to claim that I in fact had not won , tried to convince me not to take it and say that I had lied. What a bunch of jealous little bastards! I believe God has punished them accordingly. After I was able to prove my illness, Ethel had a change of heart.

Because I damn well knew that I was no condition to get behind the wheel of a car, I attempted to get ahold of B.J. at 1p.m. to make arrangements to get Fred and Ethel to the family function. I thought I was covered when I got ahold of Minnie and explained the situation. She seemed somewhat sympathetic but she only does what she wants when necessary. No, she didn't stop by with Gatorade,Gingerale, or aspirin like I had in the past when she,B.J. or Zach was sick with anything. She was even five minutes away because she was in town picking up some things for Christmas dinner. She may not be able to cook but she does know where to shop. Yesterday B.J. decided to be a weasel. He convinced Ethel that she should stay home with me because I was so violently ill. What an asshole! He knows damn well she doesn't get out much. This is one of the few things she goes to and actually has fun. Then he tells Fred that he won't come and get him because he wants to stay there 'til midnight. I was so upset with him that I cried on the couch. I felt so bad for them. Family doesn't mean as much to me as it does to them. To make matters worse her beloved hair dryer decided that it was the day to die. She complained about her hair and how I was not helping. Oh yeah I was in a great condition to play beauty parlor with my body hunch over waiting to hurl whatever spawn of mucus and bile were stuck in my body.Throughout the day I faded in and out of consciousness. All I wanted to do was to have the day over and done.

Two gold stars for Fred who was able to go out and get me two bottles of Ginger Ale before the stores closed. I must say I was impressed that the malls stuck to a Christmas Eve schedule considering that it was a Saturday night and could have made extra cash. Shame on Kmart on Addison for being opened today. People need a break. Those clerks are not being paid time and a half like in other professions. Trust me.

I couldn't even keep a cracker in my stomach. All it did was cause the nausea to kick in double time, make rumbling noises in my stomach, and create a dirty toxic river to come flowing out of my ass. I even got out my humidifier. In between toity breaks, I actually felt bad for letting my parents down. I was so looking forward to having my gifts wrapped for once before the deadline.

The only thing that made my night was watching that WGN-TV special, "Bozo,Ray,and Gar". It was a compilation of the local kiddie shows that were shown to the Chicago area kids. Garfield Goose, Ray Rayner, and Bozo were staple for me. I remember trying the project where you took a piece of yarn and you were supposed to be able to weave it in and out of a green plastic strawberry basket. Oh yeah that bit the big one. I let Fred know it was on so he was able to enjoy it too. He constantly makes references to Bozo. In fact, it's a pet name he uses for Ethel. He uses the stone of Zanzibar line whenever he tries to read coffee grinds. Because I dozed off every so often, I missed when Bozo met the different mayors, and Oprah. But I didn't miss Suzy Snowflake, Frosty the Snowman or Hard Rock , Coco, and Jo.

Christmas morning greeted me with the ability to walk upright. The fever is gone. The nausea is under control. However my ass still belongs to the toity. While listening to the gospel show on WGCI,I wrapped gifts like no one's business. My years in retail came in handy this morning. I even had enough time to take a shower. Fred was just thrilled that none of the stores were opened today. Parking was pretty tight but I was able to snag a spot after a turnaround.

Zach had hit the jackpot and that didn't include our gifts. Minnie was on a picture taking jag. When Zach refused to smile for an umpteenth photo, she threatened to throw out a candy gift I had given him. This time I spoke up and calmly said I think he's had enough and to maybe do it later. Her eyes may have said I'm the Mama back the hell off fat bitch. My eyes said Bitch bring it on and I'll pitch each and every gift from the coven into Lake Michigan. We backed off respectively. Tis' the season.

Conversation around the dinner table was a mix of surprises. While I was able to mention the Santa swiping story, B.J. was all Mr. Homeowner and how those punk kids were wrong. Um yeah and who exactly swiped a streetsign in college with his fraternity pledge brothers? When I mean a streetsign I don't mean the typical STOP sign or YIELD. I mean when it says Betty Ln./Ridge Ave.,that kind of streetsign. He gave me the news that Cousin Redeemer pledged and was initiated into B.J.'s fraternity at X College. It didn't surprise me. I had mentioned that idea to Cousin WallStreet that Cousin Redeemer should get involved in Greek Life. I know B.J. didn't mention it. I bet a bottle of Merlot that B.J. and LegalBeagle wrote recs for him to get in. He didn't have the greatest grades when he was at Southern. I'm so proud of him. Rushing for men and women is like apples and oranges.

Photos were eventually taken but I doubt I'll ever seen then. Who's to say that they won't get accidentally erased by you know who? As well Minnie said something that struck me. Something along the lines that we should take some pictures of him because you never know where we'll be next year. This year the coven and Widow Hanna all decided to stay in their hometown. Something tells me she wanted to fly her broom that way as well but B.J. wouldn't have it.

I was glad I was able to keep the bare minimum down and that that toity didn't stink too much when a river ran through my colon.After dinner there was watching of the Bears vs. Packers game. Who are we kidding, we watched during dinner too. But after the dishes were cleared, Ethel, Zach and myself sponge painted, finger painted and brush painted at the kitchen table.

Congratulations to the Chicago Bears for winning their Division and kicking some Packer ass. There's your proof that Santa is a Bears fan.

3 French toast, 2 turtlenecks, and a beer

Bob and Doug MacKenzie's "12 Days of Christmas" always gets a giggle from me whenever I hear it. While doing laundry this morning, I listened to Kathy and Judy's "Merry Medical Christmas" program.It's where people send in holiday update letters from friends or relatives that provide too much information about surgeries, infections, and bodily fluids. It totally cracked me up.

I stopped by and babysat Zach while Minnie cleaned upstairs. Zach has been stricken with bronchitis and gave it to some kids along with their goody bags at his party. Poor little fella. He was coughing like he had a pack a day habit. I brought over "The Little Drummer Boy" but he lost interest. I asked how life was in pre-school. He proceeds to tell me proudly how he made a BIG poo poo and stretched his arms wide to show how long it was. It took alot for me not to start laughing all over the place. He's such a guy. I brought over gifts for Zach to wrap so he can give them to Grandma and Grandpa. He got real excited when he helped me put the boxes together. He came up with a great idea. Instead of wrapping two separate gifts, we stuck the two gifts together and wrapped them that way. I cut the paper at first and he put the tape on. Zach was thrilled to play with the scotch tape. In fact he kept trying to use more than was necessary. I thought it was better for me not to be picky and to just let him tape and wrap on his own. He was so proud. When it was time for me to leave, he was sad and didn't want me to take the wrapping paper. For some reason he wanted to keep it and put some on the tree.

After Minnie cleaned up she came back and whined about how Sissie had missed Zach's party. Sissie had exams and is in a Ph.D program. I think that takes priority. As well Minnie moaned about how she wished she had some time tomorrow just two hours to get things done. Yeah I knew she was fishing for me to go and offer to come back tomorrow. Um no I don't think so. I did that last year and I see where it got me. DP called her and chatted about cancelling plans so she can go date some random guy. Minnie took that call in front of me to get a reaction and I didn't give her what she wanted. Too bad. She proceeded to complain how she had to go to Fred's brother's place for New Year's and pumping me for information. I didn't know and could not care less. It's not like she's not spending time with her friends on Christmas Day as it was. She went on about how great Zach's kiddie party was. It was such a pathetic display on her part.

I've been up and doing laundry since 8am.Then I helped Ethel make and bake bread. I'm tired and it's not even 2pm.

Miss America Can Kindly Resign

Last night, I had a dream that I saw the late Grandma Starla. She was dressed to the nines. I remember she had a light brown stole or wrap around her shoulders. She looked absolutely remarkable. I was sitting in the back seat of a car. What kind? I couldn't tell you. But I was sitting behind the driver side. I rolled down the window and said "Hi Grandma!".She recognized my voice and turned from whoever she was talking to at the time. She smiled at me. I was the only grandchild out of the all of us who called her Grandma as opposed to the word for it in the motherland tongue. Okay dream analysts have it and break it down.

Lately I've been rearranging things. Purging things and cleaning up. I have no idea what's gotten into me but it appears my Oscar Madison days are over. I even put together the bookcase B.J. gave to me and put my books away. I have enough reading material to last me quite awhile. My plan of attack is donate whatever I can. The phrase that keeps going through my head is, "It's all about moving the Chi" and it's true.

Yesterday was the ritual of washing comforters.The local Laundromat wasn't as bad as I thought.But it took awhile and it's a ripoff to charge a quarter for ten minutes of drying time. I had a book to keep me occupied. On the drive the sign I kept seeing was "belong". I have no idea what to make of it. In the midst of all of this, I did a good deed for someone. I won't say what it is. One of the things that I have a lot of respect for is my parents as well as Uncle OG's opinion on this subject. If you have to advertise what you've done,meaning brag about it, then it doesn't count.

Today was my day to get beautified at the local student salon. Of course Fred takes off but I reassured Ethel and kept the cell phone on. I had to take time for me. I was lucky with the student who coiffed me. She was absolutely fabulous. She recommended a great tattoo place I hadn't heard of. It's called Deluxe on Irving Park. Ask for Sandra or Sara. We agreed that the Jade Dragon is just awful. She went to school with the owner's son and he was apparently a big jerk. I had a bad piercing experience there. They may advertise about famous people who've been there. I'd like to know how much did you have to pay for the out of court settlements for the shoddy workmanship of some of your employees. She also hooked me up to a new jumbo size vent brush. In other news, Sally Beauty Supply has opened up their discounts to the public. Five dollars is a good investment for a year.

People are certainly getting the Field's fever lately. EBay is going crazy with everyone and their uncle bidding on the coveted Christopher Radko limited edition design of the Field's clock. In some auctions they are going as high as $75.00. I myself wanted to find a musical snowglobe of the State Street store. Unfortunately, it was going for $150.00. I was chatting with one of the staff of My Sister's Closet about it. Their big sale is in progress until Jan. 9 so get your vintage groove on people. She was surprised and regretted selling a Field's cup before the frenzy. Channel 7 had an interview with arrogant Marshall Field V about his thought's to the end of the legacy. He was very non chalant about it all. But his family did sell it in the mid-80's. Even so he was a big PITA, when Museum Company tried to open a store at Water Tower Place. He pitched a fit and threatened to pull cash as well as take his bat and ball and go home if it ever went through. The company has now gone bust. All Field cared about was his causes. Cool dude.

Another discovery,if you apply tea tree oil to acne it helps heal the skin. Eco-friendly as well as economical.

I'm really having a hard time with trying to write a personal statement. It's a question of disclosure and how much detail to provide. I have a tendency to get wordy. As well,we all know I've stuck my big foot in it more times than I care to remember. I've put off doing this long enough. It's time to take the Nestea plunge.

Happy Birthday little one!!! Auntie Starla's life would have been very different if you weren't here. Thank you for the hugs, kisses, and giggles.

Please, Mr. Postman

Actually I have to give props to Target. Zach's birthday party was this past weekend and they came through like gangbusters. I wanted to get him Thomas the Tank or Bob the Builder bedding. Well apparently so did everyone else. I couldn't find it any of the stores in the Chicago area. Luckily they had it online and were able to deliver it.

Fred is really testing my patience lately. I wanted to take Ethel to the student salon to get her hair done for the party. I'll explain about the party designation later. I told him that he would have to stay home until we got back because I didn't want to miss the delivery because another attempt wouldn't be made until Monday. He was pouty because he couldn't go to the mall to hang with his buddies. Then he decides that it's time for him to make some home improvements. He knows darn well he's not supposed to do any heavy lifting period. But he could care less. He's lifting this heavy shutter thing to put over a window because it's not good enough to put plastic sheeting. I refused to leave until he finished his job because I didn't want to leave him alone. If anything would have happened to him, the family blame game pointer would have gone to me. One of the many challenges in caregiving your parents is that dividing line to giving their space and wanting to keep them safe.

Of course Ethel was all excited about going to get her hair done so she wanted to leave 8am when they didn't open until 10am. Of course she thought I was taking my time getting ready and was mad at me for taking so long. Luckily just as we had entered the car, I spotted the FedEx guy parking his van. He must have thought I was some kind of nut because I was so excited that one of the packages had arrived on time.

When we get there, I explained to the student stylist how I wanted her hair to look. The girl started using beauty school speak and lost me. I was grateful that one of the instructor's came by and was able to tell her what to do. I told Ethel that I was going to sit in the waiting room to read a book while she was being taken care of. Can I tell you how much I thoroughly enjoyed my free time? It was great. I almost finished the book I was reading. Now I know why "Tuesday's With Morrie" was such a big hit. I was able to gain perspective on some things that had been troubling me. Other comedic humor was provided by 2 students who were speaking in the motherland tongue. They had no idea that I was of the same tribe. I had to bite my tongue to stop giggling at the mini-drama before me. Apparently dye-blond girl was upset that she had brought home made cookies to the holiday party and none were left for her. I wanted to say, "Hello, you should have made back up batch for yourself". They must have been going somewhere swanky because they were wearing three inch heels. Ouch. After I noticed time to by, I went to go see how she was doing. She was finished and said, "What took you so long to come back?" I was like selective hearing strikes again. I know that she AND the student stylist heard me say that I was going to sit and read in the waiting area. I'm unlike Fred, who after dropping off Ethel or myself anywhere misses his designated meeting time by one to two hours. Then she said,"Aren't you going to get your hair done too?". On the way over there, she informs me that she only has enough money for her which I thought was fine because I really didn't need it as I'm going for the Pippi Longstocking look. On the way back we spot Fred driving on our street. I guess he couldn't take it anymore. It was fine because not even five minutes after getting home, UPS lady came back with package no. two. She said I was too happy to be excited about getting a package. I took it in stride.

On Thursday, I took Ethel for a long overdue visit to her oncologist. Preventive medicine and aftercare visits are foreign concepts to Fred and Ethel. It was scarce and in some cases not even on the radar in their respective villages. There must have been some sort of a shakedown with the nurses and office staff because there was no one who I recognized there other than his wife. At least their paperwork is more streamline this time around. The physician assistant who took measured her blood pressure was very arrogant. She tells me" Oh that's very good her bp is 140/36." I was like "Are you kidding me? How can you say that when a normal bp is 120/80?". Even if I hadn't completed that CNA course, the years I've spent watching ER, MASH, Emergency, and Quincy must have seeped some medical knowledge. I must have been the first person to ever make this comment to her. She took the bp again. Idiot.
Then in came Dr. J. and the blame game began. He was upset at me because she blew off her August appointment. He went on to verbally point the finger at me on how it was my fault. I was very proud of myself. I countered back with the following, "If she doesn't want to go to the doctor I can't force her to do something she doesn't want to do. If you have any fresh new ideas to please let me know because I was all out." He didn't expect that so he gently informs me to tell her that she's essentially playing Russian roulette with her life. I wanted to tell him, if he was so concerned that she blew off her appointment, where was the followup letter? When Fred ditched his eye care specialist appointments, that office called with concern. They also sent two letters to him, one from the office staff and the other from the doctor himself. I didn't think it was worth because I know he's been having a tough time as well. It took him awhile to find a replacement for Dr. K., who we lost to the high rates that must be paid for medical liability insurance by doctors. Thank you Gov. B. for not doing anything to drop the rates. He also appreciates when I ask him how he and his family are doing because according to him, I'm the only one who's bothered to ask him about his well-being.The end result is that she has to back in for x-rays.

With regard's to party status, Zach had two parties. One was for him and his buddies in the afternoon where Minnie,Widow Hanna,Binnie,Lynnie, and B.J. were in attendance. For $250.00 you can rent out a "kiddie gym" and everything is done for you. Kids are led through games and activities. The birthday child is king for a day. Party two was the one for just B.J.'s relatives as well as her family. We were only invited to party two. The stressful situation that occurred prior to our arrival was as follows.

Fred offered to order the birthday cake, which he did, and pick it up. He was so proud. He bragged about it all the time prior to the party day. I'm very upset that my concern that his Alzheimer's is kicking in is not being taken seriously. First of all, he was off by a month for the pick up date. No problem, I called and corrected the mistake. I was home pretty much on party day because I needed to find the additional gift of a Bob the Builder dvd/book as well as appropriate wrapping material. One of the upsides of having worked in retail is that I can giftwrap very well. One hour prior to our departure, I'm informed by Fred that I have to go get the cake. I was upset. I wasn't even ready. He had ALL DAY to tell me this. I wouldn't of had a problem picking up at noon. He just sat there very matter of factly. I asked him what was his excuse and he claimed he hurt his back. Okay picking up a cake is not something that will put your back out but I suspected that it was the result of him trying to be Joe Handyman the day before. He expected me to jump to it and I said no. Of course Ethel jumps to his defense saying it's my fault for waiting to giftwrap at the last minute. Um okay?. Last time I checked, you don't need a GED to wrap a gift. It was sitting on her dining room table all day. She could have pitched in but decided her soaps from the motherland took priority. The car drive over to the bakery was ear-splitting with Fred refusing to let me call for directions. I was forced to drive via the yell-at-the-very-last-minute- when I'm supposed to turn and when I missed a street because he told me the wrong one, of course my fault. Finally we get on to the street where the bakery is located. I'm not seeing it and more verbal assaults followed. Ethel insists that I passed it and that I'm just completely stupid so I pulled a U-turn and still couldn't find it. I finally pulled into a hot dog joint. Praise be for cell phones. The bakery man was kind enough to coach me to where I needed to be. There were crude comments about my parking abilities made by Fred. I was so nervous when I got inside. I will be forever grateful to the clerk behind the counter who walked the cake out to the car. Then we got back on track. I decided on the way from the bakery that I was going to put on my happy party face and leave what happened in the past couple of hours behind in the car. I made the same suggestion to Fred and Ethel.

Zach was still the man. He was zipping back and forth he was so excited. Of course he didn't get a nap with all of the action going on in the house. I had a lovely visit with Widow Hanna. She was very surprised as to why we didn't show up to the kiddie party. I put it very bluntly."If we had been INVITED, we would have loved to have seen Zach in all of his glory. We came to the party that we were invited to.". Ethel let me have the skinny later. Widow Hanna didn't think it was cool move for Minnie.For some reason, Binnie and Lynnie never once said boo to me. I must have had the don't even think of trying anything vibe going on.

The most of Ethel's side of the family was there. I was presently surprised to see cousin StarlaLou come through the door. Being named Starla does have it good points. She and I hung out at dinner. I was able to eat at the grownup table. When Minnie relayed stories of the kiddie party to her guests, I leaned over to B.J.,who I sat next to without incident, and said, "I hope you recorded the party so that we[meaning myself and his parents] have a chance to see this." I must have be on fire because he was actually civil. Imagine that. The conversation flowed pretty well for the most part. Because we werer bringing up stories of past family parties, I had a strong sense of StarlaLou's mother in the room. I felt her prescence at the table. I really miss her too. She was always upbeat and considering who she married to that was no easy feat. My one regret was that I didn't correct Minnie's misinformation to the table that gays are the ones who start gentrifying a neighborhood. Ding dong, you're wrong Smug Married Snot. It goes artists, THEN gays. And she's the one with the MBA. Zach had a mini meltdown of sorts because he didn't get in a nap. But he didn't want to miss out on the fun. He sat in his mom's lap until he got his second wind.He had fun opening his gifts. The Thomas the Train gifts were a big hit with him. He wasn't too pleased with our gift. Oh well.

Minnie indeed earned her moniker of 'the moocher' that night. Fred bought and paid for a delicious chocolate with chocolate mousse filling cake for the party. Binnie came up with the bright idea after Zach's piece was cut that the cake shouldn't or couldn't be cut into thick pieces. If she had cut the pieces any thinner,it could have blended in with slices of Swiss Cheese. Let's get real. She wanted to save some of the cake so she and the mini coven could chow during their hometown football teams the next day. She certainly did at that. Half of the cake. When we left, they tried to give us cake then but we all begged off surprisingly. I was proud of myself for doing that. Seriously, I need an extra piece of cake like I need a hole in the head.

Signs, Signs, Everywhere Are Signs

The day started out like any other. I had my list of errands to run and Fred doesn't like the idea because that means he has to stay home until I get back. He decides that it's randomly laundry day. I almost didn't leave because he threw my schedule off. I'd like to give a shout out to IKEA for getting there act together.The parking lot was resdesigned so that the coveted spots closest to the entrance are designated for handicapped only. It was such a pita to try to park because so many people were too busy trying to get closest to the door. I like a close parking spot as much as the next person but come on. I had gone in to pick up some extra fasteners for my shelves on the bookcase since they had vanished somewhere.Schaumburg you're awesome.

On the way back I decided to stop by a vintage shop.I had always seen it on the way to and from taking either one to the hospital but had never stopped in because there I knew they wouldn't like it. Rightly so. I walk in and scan the place. The typical wares of Hummels, Waterford, etc. The owner comes in and it's none other than former neighor Bill. He was pretty tight with Fred and Ethel.But he didn't recognize me today. Usually he's all fakey nice if I'm with either parent. Well after he had moved Ethel was complaining about certain things going missing. Specifically some dessert plates with a pretty unusual design. I was stunned to find those same exact dishes together for twenty dollars. Then I spotted another glass vase that I know we had had in our place when I was growing up and was gone.Luckily another customer had
come in and I left the same time as she did. I didn't confront him because she never filed a police report. I hope he didn't steal from my parents. That would really suck if it's true and automatic loss of decent human being points.

Then I stopped into another store.There were signs everywhere. One was a plaque that read "Everything happens for a reason and you have to believe". Many years ago that phrase held for me some very hurt feelings and resentment. But now I'm able to see the beauty in what is possible from it.As well there was a pillow with a certain animal image and a crosstitch kit of a particular flower. I just about freaked out. But I didn't get them. I have to go back the same way tomorrow. If they are still there, maybe I will.

Next stop was medical supply shop to place an order for Ethel.That was uneventful but I was chatty.Then onto the pharmacy for a pick up for Fred.Final stop was at the thrift store. I spotted a framed speech about lawyers and a writing desk with a symbol on it. I didn't buy them either. All in all they made smile. Until I met the car with Consulate license plates.

Apparently in their country it's acceptable to not get in the proper lane and block anyone else from doing so.It's also okay to make a left hand turn while in the right
land and cut off the person in the left lane attempting to do so. All I did was honk my horn and no obscene gestures. Most likely I was ignored because hey I'm a chick. But the next time they aren't going to be so lucky. They may have diplomatic immunity but the blood still bleeds red when a bullet makes contact.

Then I get home and of course Fred decides to do something I'd like to call interpretative parking. He parks the car in such a way that after I parked he would need to repark or else hit car #2 in the process. I notice it and tell him. Instead of giving me the keys to the first car so I can park it correctly he yells at me to repark the car #2 in a even screwier way than he did. If I had followed his advice, I would have either hit his car or another neighbors in the process. I told him he was wrong and if he wants to do it then be my guest. Of course that didn't fly so the usual threat of "I'll throw you into the street with just the clothes on your back" came into play. I just walked away and went inside.

I told Ethel about sketchy former neighbor and what I had found. She didn't believe me and pretended not to hear a word that I had said. She asked to repeat the entire thing. I just lost it. She refuses to get a hearing aid. Then I either have to shout everything or make continuous repeated statements. Then there are the times she has selective hearing. I can never win. So I just exiled myself for the evening. I missed dinner but luckily had a stash of leftover Halloween candy. Sweetarts are awesome.

There's a possibility that I might be up the creek with Zach's gift. Apparently there's no problem having a corkscrew sent but a Thomas the Train bed linen set is a stretch for a particular store.Oh the joys of e-tag.I have faith that it's will all work itself out.

A Closer Walk With Thee

Yesterday I took Ethel to Morning Mass so she could take communion. She has this tendency to always get the time wrong as to when it starts. The last time we went during Easter we even beat the priest to church. She was so sure it started a 8am. I told it that it wasn't the case. I asked her to find the church bulletin. She said I had it. Of course I had misplaced it. She's gets upset at me. I mentioned that she could have easily called the church office on Friday if she wanted to confirm what time the mass would begin. I guess Ethel's recently departed sister Marion must have been looming over because I woke up at 5am. I searched and found it. Praise be showtime wasn't until 9a.m.

I still have issues with Brand X Church and I just couldn't bring myself to take communion in a place that treated me poorly in the past. At least dressing myself wasn't a drama. Since I recently reorganized my beauty aids, I was able to wear a neat clip that I hadn't used in a while. Ethel dressed accordingly but was a rebel because she wore hiking boots with her long skirt. I dropped her off in front so she wouldn't have to walk through the snow. Wouldn't you know it, I parked next to a man who was smoking in his car. For a minute I was envious. The church was rather empty and it was very soothing. She picked a pew in the back. I paid my respects in the lobby, lit my candles, and sat next to her. Because she has a hearing problem and refuses to get a hearing aid, she starts to shout at me about how she's the only old lady wearing boots while the other church ladies were wearing pumps. I had to shush her. Since there weren't that many people her voice carried up to the Apostles.

The real fun was when the church preschool kids came in to hang out. The boys and girls were jockeying to get in the front pew. Then the usual poking and pushing at each other. There was one little girl who sat with her mom a few pews ahead of me and Ethel. She was rather bored and decided to wear her white winter hat with attached scarf on her head and prance back and forth in the pew. Her mom was completely oblivious to what she was doing. I didn't say anything because her mom finally caught a clue and busted her. She used the old pinch on the arm and tugging of the ear to get her to sit down. Oh yeah I remember those days of getting the pinch during services when I wasn't behaving.

I felt a sense of calm that I hadn't felt in a long time.The meanie priest was a cantor on the sidelines and a new in-training priest was in charge for Monday's service. Even though meanie priest was there, I wasn't going to let him ruin my day. The sermon was on how God was the security guard of all of us. I took it to heart. I decided to forgive him and send vibes of love and forgiveness. I can still love God, my religion, and take my communion elsewhere. Like a scene from the Blue Brothers, a beam of sunlight went through the stained glass windows and hit the pew that Ethel and I were sitting in. It just set the tone for the rest of the day. After Ethel got communion she wanted to bolt but I convinced to stay for the rest of the service. It's not like she could have gone anywhere, I had the keys and she doesn't know how to hot wire a car. It was a great way to start the day.

Chez Paul claimed he accidentally deleted a email he was going to send me. Good grief he's pathetic. This is the second time he's mentioned it. I have no idea why he even bothers with me. This isn't me feeling sorry for myself. This is me being totally annoyed with him. Of course I haven't be able to get in touch with Mr. Potential #2. Oh well.

Today I spent the morning rearranging the living room because Ethel claimed I wasn't doing my part to promote Christmas. I spent four hours moving things around and putting things up. I take off to go to the store. Of course when I get back everything that I had done had been moved. Apparently it didn't pass muster with Fred. I wasn't so much mad as I was disappointed. I'm tired of knocking myself out and being told that I'm wrong. This isn't the Olympics of decorating. I'm not a love child of Martha Stewart. At least I made an effort. I know that they'll never be satisfied with me. That's fine by me. It's their lump of coal to handle and not mine.

Walking in a Winter Wonderland

Hi there easy readers!

It's been awhile and I'll recap from when the snow debuted in Illinois and caused a series of events which have led me to a sullen Sunday or sorts.

Wednesday evening was low key.The minute I showed up at B.J.'s, Minnie was out of the door.If life could only be that shallow.B.J. had Cousin WallStreet Wally over. He's one of Zach's Godparents.Wally is a great guy.He's all grown up and was telling us stories of office drama.His favorite boss hired a psycho super bitch who didn't show herself until it was too late.Favorite boss got transferred back to where he came from and everyone hates her. Gee doesn't THAT sound too familiar. We just hung out and Minnie actually came home on time for a change.I should have known that trouble was coming just around the corner for us all.

Thursday evening the snow hit.It wasn't a big secret.There were news reports about it.I called first to make sure I needed to show up. After that I planned accordingly to leave a bit earlier than I normally do since I had to fill up the car and wanted to stop by at a few places before I went to B.J. and Minnie's place.I don't know who's the Grand Poohbah of snow clearing the roads but all I have to say is that you suck big time.A normal 15 min. drive turned into 3 hours tour.It's not like this weather is uncommon to the state. Every year it snows for the most part. Therefore common sense should tell you that when the first flake hits you get the fleet of salt trucks, snow removal trucks out there. There has not been an increase of roads in the Chicago area. The math should have been easy to follow for this equation. Instead every road was a big parking lot. If I wasn't pro-choice, I could have ordered a pizza from Domino's while I was sitting in the car and had it delivered to me on Devon Ave.

After I finally make it there,Minnie claimed that they considered canceling their plans but felt it was going to be fine. Whatever. It even took B.J. longer than usual to pick up the little fella.My evening consisted of getting my doses of Christmas claymation specials that I loved as a kid. Rudolph the Rednose Reindeer and A Year Without A Santa Claus.And no movie mini marathon is complete without Barney. I caught a glimpse on CNN of the accident at Midway involving the Southwest jet that skidded off the runway and into the street. It rattled Zach enough to have him ask me to turn it off and that was just viewing it for less than 3 minutes. I had settled into our usual routine of helping him with his jammies,brushing teeth, saying prayers, and reading bedtime stories until he drifted off to sleep.

Storytime was interrupted by a phone call allegedly from one of Minnie's best friends from backhome. Quinn was completely freaked out over the whole thing. Honestly, I didn't remember that it was a friend of Minnie's and thought this was some nut trying to set me up for robbery,asking me if I was home alone etc... I so wanted to say,"So how's your sister Daria and her friend Jane?" but I chilled.Quinn babbled on and I calmed her down that her beloved Minnie was only out locally for the evening. She laid some song and dance about how I sounded like B.J.,how soothing my voice was, how much Minnie appreciates me and how much she trusts me. Yeah right. As the conversation continued I thought,"Did Minnie put you up to this? Are you high?" Furthermore, now that I think about it. If she's such a good friend of hers then she would know Minnie's schedule. Gee coinicidence she called? Luckily Zach bellowed about how he wanted his stories and that ended my conversation.
He couldn't fall asleep and kept asking for his mommy and daddy.I called my parents to see if talking to them would cheer them up. It didn't work.

After they were over 2 hours late, I finally called Minnie's cell to see if they were stuck or needed a tow. Minnie replied, "I had no idea we were running this late. One minute it was nine and the next minute I looked at my watch, it was eleven.We're on our way home now." I was seething but let it go because I had to get Zach to sleep. He wasn't reassured after I told him they were on the way home. I ended up having to rock him in my arms and sing him a lullaby that I used when he was just a baby.Twenty minutes into his sleep, they came through the door. The streets still hadn't been cleaned.Guess who slept over?

Friday morning consisted of me waiting for one of them to wake up because I was afraid to leave Zach's room.I didn't want to be the one to set off the alarm.The conversation at the kitchen table brought things to light.B.J. mentioned how they did have fun but didn't know when they would be able to see Snooty Smug Married Friends of Minnie's again. Minnie said,"Oh, we're going to their place Christmas night because they're having a openhouse.".If I could have had my ears blow steam like in a cartoon,I would have done it. How selfish can she get? I wasted gas money, my time, missed out on book club(which she knew about), and as well as screwing up things with Chez Paul for this,I'll get to that later. This was so not cool. A lump of coal and mineral oil in your stocking.As well when I was trying to confirm plans to take Zach to a children's holiday program over the weekend,suprisingly Minnie said they had plans.Gee you didn't have plans when I mentioned this two weeks ago.

After I mentioned that Quinn called, I said I wasn't sure who she was and that I held my tongue against saying anything rude to the person on the phone. Minnie got all miffed that I would behave rudely toward any of her friends. Screw you. To add insult to injury, B.J. cleans his car and Minnie's but doesn't offer to do jack to mine. Oh yeah I felt the brotherly love let me tell you. B.J. couldn't figure out that I couldn't move my car until he did because of the snow. After escaping, I treated myself to breakfast at McD's. That was the only thing that went right all day.

Upon returning home,I discovered Fred shoveling.He only has 25% use of his heart left.He is under doctor's orders not to overexert himself or he'll die.I felt so guilty I wasn't here to help out.Minnie has to get her way. At least when Fred find out that B.J. didn't help me clean my car, he was mad and told me not to help them out anymore.You know damn well if they had to pay for a babysitter that there asses would have been back on time.

Saturday was get Ethel out of the house.We did grocery shopping and stocked up on colonoscopy supplies.Because she doesn't get out as often as she used to, she's lost some of her social skills.I'm going to try to get her to the gym so she can exercise.After I got her home, I took off for some alone time. I love watching It's a Wonderful Life. Thank you State Farm Insurance who kept letting the viewing public know that it was the sponsor. I cried when I saw the photo of little Joshua Woods. He's the only one who died when the car his dad was driving was hit by the Southwest airplane. No amount of money in a lawsuit is going to bring that little boy back. Newsreports say he was singing "Santa Claus is coming to town". RIP little guy.

SNL was great. It was hilarious to watch Alec Baldwin in the opening sketch.They did a tribute to Richard Pryor who also died after a 19 year battle with multiple sclerosis.They showed the sketch he did with Chevy Chase. It was the word association one.After all of these years it still gives me the giggles.RIP Mr. Pryor.

Meanwhile getting back to Chez Paul and the debacle of whatever it was we had.We had gotten into a routine of daily emails.Twice a day turned into once a day. That was my doing.I didn't want to have to deal with the fact that I'd see him online and he'd never say hello. Well I didn't return his email on Thursday, he must have gotten mad at me. But keep in mind, he has my number and could have called me. His last few emails did get odd. He mentioned that he had "a friend out of town who was needy" and "he feels guilty". I guess that's code for his other gf and I was supposed to be a one hit fat wonder. I finally said what are you feeling guilty about and he has not written back. So my payback is today. Also I missed Mr. Potential #2's birthday which was Friday. I tried sending an e-card but it said it was undeliverable.Oh yeah my dating prospects have been completely shot to hell. Fine by me. I didn't want to have to deal with the prospect of dating two guys at once. Dating someone new close to the holidays just bites the big one.

Oh there isn't enough Mr. Hankey in the world to show how much I appreciate Minnie for her random acts of selfishness.

Crimson and Clover over and over

Tis' the season to be crampy
Fa la la la la la la la la
Ovulation hurts like hecky
Fa la la la la la la la la
Don we now our pads with wings
Fa la la la la la la la
Hold the ancient remedies of Advil and Motrin
Fa la la la la la la la

Oh, I'm in pain and it's not good. B.J. came by and said that I looked different. Gee Sherlock, how about I give you a kick in the crown jewels and see how hot you feel. And true to form,Minnie asks for last minute sitting from me. At first I just said no but I changed my mind. The entire coven is flying into town very soon and the last thing I need is to be cornered by them for not coming to the aid of their dear sister.

Ethel's visit with Dr. Penny went well.Of course she complained that we weren't leaving soon enough but after we arrived on time she didn't have much to say. He explained how she's eligible to have dental implants as opposed to dentures. Uncle Bubba listened to his wife and got all of his teeth removed and can't taste a thing with his dentures.

Tis' The Season

I know that pen is around here somewhere.I saw it.Somewhere in the living it's saying,"Find me".

I'm actually in a somewhat upbeat mood for a change.Call it what you will. The spirit of the season.Who knows? Somethings is going on and I am most grateful for it.

To start I'd like to give a shout out to the floral industry.After years of red pointsettas,I was stunned to find blue pointsettas.There were lavender one too, but I love the shade of blue on these leaves.It looks like someone took a blue pastel and just decided to go to town on the leaves.Hopefully I can make the plant last to next Christmas.One year I had a pointsetta last until July.I don't know what happened to it after that because someone decided to jones it off of the plant stand in the hall.I picked up a more traditional looking one for Fred and Ethel's table.Of course the first thing out of Fred's mouth is "WTF did you bring a Jewish plant home for?" He continued to complain about the prices I paid which were 7 and 9 dollars respectfully.Then he went on to say how he always bought better ones for the restaurant that were cheaper.Of course he would get a better price, buying in bulk does that.There was a lady who had a whole cartful of them and I thought there was a special sale. She was kind enough to let me know that the cart was indeed hers and there more down that way. Some guy tried to line jump at the checkout counter and this woman just nailed him for it. I was standing behind her the entire time and he had come to the line after me. Typical jerk thinks he can get his way just because he exists. She turns around to look at me and I waved.That's when she let him have it. He claimed he didn't see the line. Sure I'm just waiting line because I don't have better things to do.

This past week,I've decluttered some more.Even though, I have a cold I'm still pushing through it.Usually I just want to baby myself.Curl up on the couch and be surrounded by everyone over the counter helper known to man.


You may think it has to do with Mr. Date but that's farther from the truth.Chez P. ,as I dubbed him, is a good guy.But even I know "He's Just Not That Into Me". Although he's emailed this past week, there was no mention of date number two. I'm totally okay with this. In the past, I'd be consulting astrologyzone.com and have an internal death match with myself about my self esteem. I have no idea what has sparked this change of mind. I don't want to change him. It just didn't work out. I wish he'd just say so but most guys are wusses and want to avoid confrontation.As for new Mr. Potential, I'm not going to hold my breath. I have more important things to do.

The Chicago Sun-Times is doing a five day feature story about single women. I read today's story. The women who were featured appeared to be confident and self-assured about the decisions they have made thus far. That is in sharp contrast to the buzz going on a bitchphd's blog about the article regarding women. After I read the all of the responses I just had to take a step back.

I'm very excited about some job opportunities.There are other things crystallizing in my snowglobe this season but I'm going to leave it to the spirit of the season. Bible verse of today is Matthew 19:26,Everything is possible with God.