As I mentioned before, I have been on the lookout for a new pair of “hooker boots”…my nickname for a great pair of stilettos, since I sadly said good-bye to my last pair. Not only did I find one great pair of boots at a thrift store, I found two…and I bought them both! What else is a girl to do when she wears out one pair of boots? So now I have the hot ($10) boots:
And the extra hot ($12) boots:
I just have one question:
Yes, it’s true! I’m going on a long-distance family vacation today (the first in 10 years). Unfortunately, not all of my family can make it. Big Guy has to work. However, he will also get to spend 2 weeks with his “step-sisters”, Guinea and Rock Star (our guinea pigs). We aren’t gone for 2 weeks, and I have no doubt that Big Guy will be more than happy to bring them home again!
Today we are flying to Myrtle Beach, South Carolina, and meeting my parents there. They drove down earlier this week. I apologize in advance to all the residents of South Carolina…I will start speaking in a southern accent soon after my arrival. I can’t help it – it happens involuntarily. On the plus side, only my family will likely notice. I’m planning on leisurely walks on the beach, a good book poolside, sleeping late (as much as Little Guy will let me), and a few tasty meals that some else will cook. We may do some sightseeing, people watch with an ice-cream cone, and compete with each other for the best mini golf score. I may post while I’m away – I haven’t decided…which is part of being on vacation. Not having to plan everything in detail! That being said, I did scan some cartoons ahead and if you don’t hear from me for a day or two, don’t believe that I’ve forgotten about you.
The biggest hurdle, however, is getting there. Like my grandmother, I’m slowly developing claustrophobia. I feel a little like this guy:
At least the trip down is 2 short flights, and I’m bringing plenty of candy and practicing my deep breathing exercises. My first flight ever was to Europe and I made it in one piece, so I’m pretty confident that I can do this too! I am NOT waiting another 10 years for a vacation!!
Well, here I am with a fabulous new hair cut and a great pair of sassy boots, and I’ve been housebound for 2 days. Yesterday Little Guy woke up with a headache, and since he was feeling sucky and a little warm, I kept him home. Today, the sun is shining (a little too brightly for my pounding head) and it snowed in the night, covering up all the mud (and dog poo) with which we’ve been blessed this new year! But my head is not pounding from any illness or lack of sleep…it’s pounding as a result of a P.A. Day.
Technically, P.A. Day means Professional Activity Day, but for most parents it means something else…”Perpetually Annoying Day”, Professional Aggravation Day”, or the personal favourite of many, “Pain in the Arse Day”! While the teachers are spending the day writing report cards, I am spending the day listening to two 7 year olds play Toy Story 3 in my living room…at the top of their lungs! I swear a rock concert would be quieter compared the shenanigans going on at my house. I know I shouldn’t be surprised right? They’re boys…
I could have gone shopping. I could have gone to work for a day. I could have done so many things…Instead, it’s a “comfortable clothing” kind of day. OK, I don’t dress this badly, but with loud boys in the house, my only options for peace are to escape to my bedroom (which needs cleaning) or escape to the basement with the stinky guinea pigs (which needs cleaning). Think I’ll post this quick and escape upstairs…the plastic army men are planning an assault in between battles with Zurg…if I crawl under the covers and have a nap while I’m up there, then I maybe I can rename this a “Perfectly Acceptable Day”. Happy Weekend!
p.s. There are 2 more P.A. Days next month…I can hardly wait. (sarcasm)
I live in a house full of men. There’s a reason I have my own end of the couch! There’s a reason I can hold my breath for a long period of time when I have to use the bathroom.
You might think that I could use a canary to warn me when the levels of methane gas have reached a dangerous level indoors, or to warn me that murky gases are creeping, nay wafting, around my ankles and threatening to strangle me in my bed.
Unfortunately, I do not need a canary, for I am the canary. Just the other day, I was curled up under a blanket on the couch, half-asleep and slightly sedated with cold medication…with a stuffy nose…but I knew. There was no sound. Oh no! SBDs (Silent But Deadly) do not go unnoticed… two tiny whiffs and I had to ask – “who farted”? From across the room, one my men, reading the newspaper on the floor, looked at me, surprised, and asked, “how did you know?” Seriously?
I think it’s one of my super powers…strange, but true.
p.s,. http://jenniburkeyoga.wordpress.com just nominated me for The Liebster Award…she says I make her laugh…I wonder if she’s laughing now, or regretting the nomination?
Lynda Carter played Wonder Woman (1975-1979) and I used to watch the re-runs and wish I could be her. I would spin around, hoping to transform into that fabulous one-piece outfit, complete with a gold belt (the source of her tremendous strength), gold bracelets to stop any bullet, a tiara boomerang, and the magic lasso of truth. Usually I just ended up getting dizzy and bouncing off the wall. Now that I have her body…I wish I looked more like Elektra instead. Curves were great…in the 1940’s (and evidently in 1970’s).
So when I saw this comic one Saturday morning, having just shuffled from the kitchen to the couch because I was still feeling the effects of a Thursday workout, I had to laugh out loud. Here’s a new way, in my nearly 40 year old body, that I can be recapture Wonder Woman…(you might have to click on it to see it…I don’t know how to change that – sorry…)