Monthly Archives: February 2008


If you’re reading this and there’s a possibility that I don’t have your birthday on my calendar, please go back to yesterday’s post and leave it there for me. Shanks.

To give a little background on the kind of day I had, I’ll tell you… I’m back on “Those Pills” again. The ones that make me extremely hormonal, tense, testy and homicidal.

There were problems at work today that affected the entire clean room, so I wasn’t the only tense person. I may have been the only one in the room that wasn’t tense due to the work issues but at any rate, there was a whole freakin’ roomful of tense people. Made for an extremely interesting day.

Not to mention that the temperatures here were 60-something at sunrise and maybe 30-something at sunset. Damn.

My mom called me after work yesterday (Tuesday) and said “Aren’t we going shawpin’ today?” Apparently not, Mom. We canceled on Sunday since I was sicker than a dog and when I related that the news were reporting a period of contagiousness lasting 3-4 days afterward, you laughed and said, “Well I guess we can’t go until Wednesday then!” So we planned to go today. I told her I would call her after I got home from work and would be there to pick her up when we decided on a time. We chatted and said our “I love you”s and “Goodnight.” The phone rang moments later. Mom said “Wouldn’t it be easier if you just picked me up on your way home?” No, Mom. I have to drive past my house to get to yours and besides, I’d like to go home first to freshen up and have a snack.

This is going to be longer than I’d planned. The shawpin’ trip or the post? you ask. Pick one.

So I pick Mom up. Where might she like to go first? She doesn’t care. I mull over in my head all the places we need to go and throw together a plan and present it for her approval. Sounded fine to her. She adds two more stops to the itinerary and I must reformulate. Approved again. The show is all hers with one exception. I need to drop off PD’s movie rentals. We arrive at Destination #1 and shawp. She fails to find one designated item and adds one more stop to the list. Still fine with me. We next venture to Destination #2 and shawp, shawp, shawp. Lord, this woman can shawp. Approximately 1 hour into the ordeal excursion, I notice her struggling to juggle her coat, purse and pile of potential purchases. I offer to carry her coat and purse. She resists, I insist. So I carry my purse, her 5-pound purse, her coat, and my purchases (a baby outfit, size 3 months and a pair of earrings) through the store while she tries on several items. Check out time and she’s succeeded in depleting her Christmas gift cards. Partial Mission Accomplished!

Destination #3 is dinner. I am a few light years past hungry by this time. Mom is disappointed that the dinner buffet has stopped serving. She really loves those Cinnamon Stix. I do a little arm-twisting and the waitress tells me, she’s going to the kitchen, if we want Cinnamon Stix, grab a plate and just take some but do it Now. By the time I convince Mom that it’s not a misdemeanor and the waitress will not get fired, we get the Stix a few minutes later than Now. Of course another waitress has noticed by now and rats on our waitress and she gets in trouble. But Mom is enjoying those Stix, by golly- that is, until she realized what has transpired and spends the duration of the meal worrying that the waitress will be in the unemployment line first thing tomorrow morning. I attempt to assuage the whole situation by leaving a ridiculously large tip.

Looking at the time and starting to feel the effects of a 5:30am wake-up time and the shawp, shawp, shawpin’, I feel a wee bit of the cranky coming on. Mom decides to forego the next Destination (#4) and instead go to Destination #5 and #6… which totally screws up my plan for dropping off PD’s movies. So I suggested dropping her off and (via a Major back-track by this time) returning to pick her up after returning the movies. And then on to Destination #6.

Despite the map picture I’ve painting here, we had a lovely time. I guess my point is simply that there is no such thing as a simple shawping trip. Not with my mom, God love her. And not on Those Pills.

Incidentally, if you kept up with all this, next time, you’re driving. 😉


I should have done this at the beginning of the year, but I din’t .  So I’m doing it now.  Putting birthdays in my datebook.  I have quite of few of them already but some I’m not sure of.  If you would like to share your birthday, please leave it in the comments.  I can’t promise an entire post about your birthday but maybe we can talk someone on my blogroll into jumping out of a cake for you or something.

Thanks 🙂


I woke up in the middle of last night with a full-blown touch body-slam of the flu. All this time I’ve been trying to gain weight? Ha ha. Gone. That’s all I have to say about that.

I laid around all day with my new best friend, the down comforter. We bonded. Tea and toast and omg why is it that when you can’t have real food, your mind and body become obsessed with food? When I can eat regular again, I’m going to gorge myself.

I have a huge backlog of movies that I’ve bought because I couldn’t pass up a good sale and brought home and put on the shelf. Just as I do in most areas of my life (bad habit?) I save the best ones for last. It’s kind of hard to do with movies you haven’t seen, but I picked Friends With Money to watch today. Frances McDormand is one of my favorite actresses so I’ve been collecting everything she’s done that I can get my hands on. Anyway, the movie was interesting, up until the freakin’ stupid ending. But I did completely fall in love with the song at the end, Rickie Lee Jones’ Circle in the Sand. So it wasn’t a total waste, I promptly went to iTunes and downloaded it.

So I’m sitting here and PD has The Game on. There is a commercial break. I look over and there is this huge, red-neck dude with battery cables attached to his nipples, dancing to something in front of his monster truck complete with speakers all over the place. WTF. Before that was a Victoria’s Secret commercial that was moderately dumb, but the girl was gorgeous. After the red-neck dude, I found out in a big way that Ben Roethlisberger (or whatever his name is) can not sing. So if anyone asks me what I thought of The Game, this is what they get. I still cannot accept what advertisers pay to get air time on there…


Today marks another very special occasion. It is Jeff A’s birthday. I would like to wish him a really great day.

Of all my blogging buddies, I’m pretty sure Jeff and I go back the furthest. I used to read Rude Cactus daily. I would always read the comments because usually they were as good as Chris’s posts. (Well, almost...) After having read many of Jeff’s comments there, I decided he was a pretty funny guy and I started reading his blog. And have been ever since. I did a little searching and the oldest post I found on my old blog that Jeff commented on was this, so he’s been reading here at least since then. (January of 2006)

I kind of feel like Jeff is the fifth brother I never had. We’ve had some interesting parallels in our lives and I’ve always admired how he keeps such a positive attitude and maintains his great sense of humor. When I’m having a rough time, he’s always there offering prayers and kind words. He’s often been an inspiration to me and I cherish the friendship we’ve built. Even though I sent him a Christmas card and he had to explain to his wife who I was…. lol. [He gave me his address when I expressed that I’d like to send him a card for crying out loud; it’s not like I just surprised him… ;-)]

Anyway. Amigo, please have a wonderful birthday. I’ll be thinking of you and sending you a huge virtual hug. (I’d send you a card, but… you know. )


Every now and then I meet up with another person and things just click. It might be a little click at first but after a very little while it becomes obvious that it’s a big, loud click. That’s when I think, gee, knowing this person is going to be an adventure.

The really cool thing about people we click with is that you don’t have to explain yourself. It’s like that person has a little receptor that allows them an inside track to your brain and your heart. They finish your sentences and understand your moods and anticipate your needs. It’s comfortable to have someone around like that. You can get past all the complicated things and just start right in enjoying that person and making history together. I guess it’s kind of like Love at First Sight but without all the messy stuff like sweaty palms and drooling.

I’m talking about Piglet. Her birthday is today and I want her to know how much she means to me. I haven’t known her for a terribly long time, but long enough to know that she is one of the coolest people I know. She’s genuine. She’s a survivor. She’s spunky and sweet and she makes me want to be a better person, to steal a line from As Good As It Gets.

Yeah. Piglet. She’s gold.