Monday, November 30, 2009
She's Ba-ack!
It wasn't like PhillyTwo was just sitting in her apartment last week and looked around and said, "Shit! I think I'll move back home!" Au contraire. The plan had been in effect for months. But did that mean anything? Yes, it meant that since moving day was set for Sunday, November 29th, she was out box hunting on Saturday, November 28th and not a minute sooner. That procrastination gene has a hearty soul. But thanks to the help from her loving family, PhillyTwo and all of her furniture, boxes, small appliances, pictures, books, clothing and food are now safely tucked away in the confines of our over-crowded home. And since she's now officially a work-from-home-barrister, a home office (nee bonus room) even emerged from the chaos. Luckily there was still a little room in the garage and some room, but not much, in the attic for the overflow of stuff, and by overflow, I mean anything she could possibly live without on a day-to-day basis...such as ten thousand pairs of shoes and three hundred purses. The food, on the other hand...bare-minimal.
Friday, November 27, 2009
Giving Thanks
My list of things I'm thankful for on the day after Thanksgiving.
1. That I'm not desperate/stupid enough to camp outside on the cold, hard asphalt for a bargain that will undoubtedly be repeated sometime between now and Christmas in a frantic attempt by the retailer to try to match last year's numbers.
2. That my family lives close enough to come for Thanksgiving dinner, enjoy the food and each other, and then go home so that I can assume my favorite position on the couch to recover.
3. That my husband is playing golf today, so I can continue recovering for hours and hours (in my pajamas) without interruption.
4. That the refrigerator is full of leftovers and beer so that anytime I feel the urge, I can indulge and without a whole lot of effort (the best part).
5. That I have many movie channels.
1. That I'm not desperate/stupid enough to camp outside on the cold, hard asphalt for a bargain that will undoubtedly be repeated sometime between now and Christmas in a frantic attempt by the retailer to try to match last year's numbers.
2. That my family lives close enough to come for Thanksgiving dinner, enjoy the food and each other, and then go home so that I can assume my favorite position on the couch to recover.
3. That my husband is playing golf today, so I can continue recovering for hours and hours (in my pajamas) without interruption.
4. That the refrigerator is full of leftovers and beer so that anytime I feel the urge, I can indulge and without a whole lot of effort (the best part).
5. That I have many movie channels.
Sunday, November 22, 2009
The First Order Of Business
The reason I haven't blogged since Friday the 13th isn't so much about life being boring as it is about life being busy. I've joined two new poker groups, pulled out the trusty Singer to make curtains for the kitchen (which I'm still in the process of), stayed on point with my tennis schedule (pun intended), and played a little golf on the side. I blame it all on the weather. We've had two gorgeous week-ends in a row, which screamed for outdoor activities, and I'm not one to turn down the chance for a little fun in the sun. I was actually relieved when I got up this morning and the sun wasn't bright in the sky. It made it a little easier to just say no to golf and get back to work on the curtains. I'd like to have the windows dressed in time for Thanksgiving. Nobody likes to eat under naked windows.
In the meantime, PhillyTwo has decided to strike out on her own, so to speak, and has signed up to take cases at Juvenile Court as a guardian ad litem for the kiddies. Of course she'll also represent the adults if that's what they assign her to do, but she'd prefer going to bat for the children. In either case, I'm glad she chose a path. Now I'm anxious to see where it leads. Since she's moving back home until further notice, and since she won't actually start making money for a while, she's recruited me to be her secretary. Who else but her mother would agree to work for free? But I have faith in her and I know that one day she'll be back on solid ground and when that day comes, she'd better be booking us on a cruise to Alaska...her treat. That would be the Alaskan cruise she's been talking about since she was seven years old. She was that kid...the one who sent off for brochures and planned out the entire itinerary. I regret that we never took that cruise because she really was gungho about it, but I figure it's not too late. We'd probably enjoy it more now and what better way to celebrate her success than with the cruise of her dreams? I'll bring it up at our first staff meeting.
In the meantime, PhillyTwo has decided to strike out on her own, so to speak, and has signed up to take cases at Juvenile Court as a guardian ad litem for the kiddies. Of course she'll also represent the adults if that's what they assign her to do, but she'd prefer going to bat for the children. In either case, I'm glad she chose a path. Now I'm anxious to see where it leads. Since she's moving back home until further notice, and since she won't actually start making money for a while, she's recruited me to be her secretary. Who else but her mother would agree to work for free? But I have faith in her and I know that one day she'll be back on solid ground and when that day comes, she'd better be booking us on a cruise to Alaska...her treat. That would be the Alaskan cruise she's been talking about since she was seven years old. She was that kid...the one who sent off for brochures and planned out the entire itinerary. I regret that we never took that cruise because she really was gungho about it, but I figure it's not too late. We'd probably enjoy it more now and what better way to celebrate her success than with the cruise of her dreams? I'll bring it up at our first staff meeting.
Friday, November 13, 2009
IsThere A Prize For The Three Stupidest College Football Players?
If these guys are guilty and they did what they've been accused of, they would win, hands down (or hands up, in this case). Have they blown great futures in football and potential NFL earnings? Probably not. They probably didn't have great futures. They're just three thugs who've been masquerading as students on a university campus that currently requires a 26 on the ACT for admittance. Yes, they're big strappin' boys, each of whom has been given a great opportunity to succeed based solely on his physical talent, not on his mental prowess. But, using good judgement? Making good choices? Those weren't part of this deal.
And speaking of DEALS...THREE THINGS I'd be willing to bet on:
1. Drugs were the motivation for the attempted armed robbery.
2. These boys didn't just start down the wrong path when they came to college. They were already on it before they got there.
3. They couldn't score a 26 on the ACT if it hair-lipped Jesus.
Furthermore, they don't get their kicks running through the T in Neyland Stadium in front of a hundred thousand cheering fans. They get their kicks in other ways.
"They were just young and restless and bored
Living by the sword
And they'd steal away every chance they could
To the backroom, the alley, the trusty woods." ..."Night Moves" Bob Seger
Update: And speaking of Jesus, at least one of the three "players" decided to walk with him instead of the devil, for a while at least. From what I've read, it's touched more than a few people's hearts. Maybe he ain't so dumb after all.
And speaking of DEALS...THREE THINGS I'd be willing to bet on:
1. Drugs were the motivation for the attempted armed robbery.
2. These boys didn't just start down the wrong path when they came to college. They were already on it before they got there.
3. They couldn't score a 26 on the ACT if it hair-lipped Jesus.
Furthermore, they don't get their kicks running through the T in Neyland Stadium in front of a hundred thousand cheering fans. They get their kicks in other ways.
"They were just young and restless and bored
Living by the sword
And they'd steal away every chance they could
To the backroom, the alley, the trusty woods." ..."Night Moves" Bob Seger
Update: And speaking of Jesus, at least one of the three "players" decided to walk with him instead of the devil, for a while at least. From what I've read, it's touched more than a few people's hearts. Maybe he ain't so dumb after all.
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
The Squeaky Wheel
I was shopping at Target earlier this afternoon, and though I had stopped in for tennis balls, I had to make the obligatory cruise through women's clothes, more specifically, the clearance racks. Now most of that shit is just that - shit - stuff left over from past seasons that they are pretty much stuck with, so they've marked it down to embarrassment for one last push out the door. But if you're willing to look, (and if I've parked my car, gotten out and walked in, then I'm willing to look) you might find a real steal. Today I found a jacket that caught my interest. Solid brown, so it could go with a lot. My size. Nice style. I slipped it on. It fit like it had been expecting me. I looked at the price. Stop right there! It was only marked down to half price? (Originally $60, now $30) As much as I liked it, I knew I couldn't settle for only half off. I strolled on over to the dressing room attendant and began the negotiation process.
"It was on the 75% off rack," was all I said as I handed the jacket to her.
She examined it and noted, "Yeah, it's an Isaac and we don't even carry Isaac anymore."
I was likin' what I was hearin'. She punched in some numbers and didn't seem to get the answer she wanted, so she promptly called a manager over. I didn't even have to open my mouth. The dressing room attendant instantly became my agent and as such, she did all the talking. She got the manager to knock another 50% off the sale price, bringing the jacket down to $15, which was right where I thought it should be, so I happily threw my new bargain into my shopping cart, thanked them both (though it was really my agent who deserved the credit) and headed for...now what was it I came in here...oh yeah, tennis balls.
"It was on the 75% off rack," was all I said as I handed the jacket to her.
She examined it and noted, "Yeah, it's an Isaac and we don't even carry Isaac anymore."
I was likin' what I was hearin'. She punched in some numbers and didn't seem to get the answer she wanted, so she promptly called a manager over. I didn't even have to open my mouth. The dressing room attendant instantly became my agent and as such, she did all the talking. She got the manager to knock another 50% off the sale price, bringing the jacket down to $15, which was right where I thought it should be, so I happily threw my new bargain into my shopping cart, thanked them both (though it was really my agent who deserved the credit) and headed for...now what was it I came in here...oh yeah, tennis balls.
Monday, November 2, 2009
Batter, Batter, Batter!
Sure, I came in at the last minute as a Phillies' fan, but once I did, I didn't want to be on the losing side of the thing. Just because I haven't watched one game all season doesn't mean I can't get involved in the Series. And my reason for picking the Phillies? Why, their name, of course...so close to my own.
Being a Johnny-come-lately fan takes me back to 1982. I was with child (you gotta love that expression) and it was getting closer and closer to my due date (October 19th). The World Series started and since I had nothing else to do...or nothing else that I could do, I began watching it from the first pitch. I really got into it, pulling for St. Louis like I was a kid from the ol' neighborhood. After a couple of games I knew all the Cards by name and most of the Brewers, as well. It was an exciting Series that year. Going into the fifth game on October 19th, the teams were tied, 2 games apiece. I was primed and ready for the game that day. Then my water broke and not only did I miss that game, I never watched another moment of that Series. St. Louis went on to win in the 7th, but I only know that because I googled it. My interest in baseball was as discarded as my after-birth, and would not re-emerge until 1991, when Ron came into my life and he was one with the Atlanta Braves. So I learned those players' names and watched a lotta games and a couple of World Series before that wave rolled out to sea. I don't think Ron has been all that interested in any team since then, so therefore, neither have I. Not that we don't still like the Braves, we do, but Chipper Jones is the only player that I can name. And we've haven't been to Atlanta to watch a game since before they moved to Turner Field, which was in 1997 (another googled fact).
You can pretty much take it to the bank that I won't be a Phillies' fan any longer than this year's Series. And the way it's looking, this is shaping up to be like a sleezy one-night stand.
Being a Johnny-come-lately fan takes me back to 1982. I was with child (you gotta love that expression) and it was getting closer and closer to my due date (October 19th). The World Series started and since I had nothing else to do...or nothing else that I could do, I began watching it from the first pitch. I really got into it, pulling for St. Louis like I was a kid from the ol' neighborhood. After a couple of games I knew all the Cards by name and most of the Brewers, as well. It was an exciting Series that year. Going into the fifth game on October 19th, the teams were tied, 2 games apiece. I was primed and ready for the game that day. Then my water broke and not only did I miss that game, I never watched another moment of that Series. St. Louis went on to win in the 7th, but I only know that because I googled it. My interest in baseball was as discarded as my after-birth, and would not re-emerge until 1991, when Ron came into my life and he was one with the Atlanta Braves. So I learned those players' names and watched a lotta games and a couple of World Series before that wave rolled out to sea. I don't think Ron has been all that interested in any team since then, so therefore, neither have I. Not that we don't still like the Braves, we do, but Chipper Jones is the only player that I can name. And we've haven't been to Atlanta to watch a game since before they moved to Turner Field, which was in 1997 (another googled fact).
You can pretty much take it to the bank that I won't be a Phillies' fan any longer than this year's Series. And the way it's looking, this is shaping up to be like a sleezy one-night stand.
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