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While I take some vacation time, I'm taking the advice of a commenter and updating the blog format as well...Until this is done, and with my lack of HTML skills it could be awhile...use this link for the Trivia Test! See you all soon and have a great holiday!
...it seems harder to be away from work than it is to just be there? I am taking some time off for the holidays, and I have to say that trying to cover all the things that might come up is really taking a lot out of me...by the time I get back, I'll need another vacation! Of course, this could have something to do with the fact that I am an absolute control freak...just a small possibility...but the vacation part of all this has me excited...no plans, just hanging out at home, catching up on books and trash TV...that should take at least a couple of days...
You know, it's funny...I don't think of myself as getting older...in my mind, I'm still 25 and can party all night. But the reality is something entirely different, and it was brought home to me over the Thanksgiving holiday...my town was innundated with LOADS of college kids home for the weekend and they all decided to go to the local bar where I sometimes hang out...and these "kids" can really party...I was sneaking glances at my watch and hiding yawns while they were still raring to go...but I'm actually OK with that. I've had more fun than my share, and still have many good years ahead of me, and I have to say that there are benfits - when I woke up the next morning, I didn't feel like my head was four sizes too small or like my tongue had been replaced by a large furry caterpillar...I knew without looking that my car was parked in the driveway, and that my bank card wasn't melted from overuse (well, that still happens)...so while I'll still enjoy a big party (my company Christmas party, for example, which was last weekend and is a story for later), I really could get used to waking up on the weekend not wishing I was dead...does that mean I'm growing up, not just growing older? Maybe so...
I know that this will be old news at this point, but I did so want to post about it all…it’s just taken me forever! So Thanksgiving weekend in my family is always interesting. We’re never sure until the last minute who’s speaking to whom, so msbhivin and I are never sure just how many people we’ll be cooking for…This year we got off easy, with only the core members, my grandparents, my mom, my son, msbhivin, and myself…this meant that she and I were not too tired to shop the early-bird sales the next day (not that we ever are!). So my alarm goes off at 4:00…it’s still dark outside, but there is shopping to do! We had outlined our plan of attack, based on store opening times, and what they were giving away. We hurriedly dressed…using effective layers that can be shed if the sun ever comes out…and got in the car…”what time do they open” m asks me…”6:00” I say…but a quick glance at the clock tells me that we’re a little early…an hour early actually…doh! But we had a good laugh about that and then realized that this gave us plenty of time to get coffee (gingerbread lattes ROCK!) and get to the store…
So we’re waiting in line along with several other people, and this homeless man shuffles to the bench at the front of the line…he may be homeless, but he was quite talkative and proceeded to cajole and gently harass the woman at the front of the line…M and I dubbed him “the hobo,” and proceeded to amuse ourselves with lines like, “Is this your hobo?” and “Have you seen my hobo?” We weren’t being callous to his plight, he was actually in a better mood than we were, bless him, but it was funny…laughing it up in my cube as I write this…
So after the adventures with the happy hobo, we went to another store…I had planned to buy a feather top bed cover for my mom, and found that…but then I saw one of those funny shaped pillows that has arms so you can sit up in bed…it was red…and on sale…so I had to get both…now picture this…in one hand, I’m carrying an awkward pillow, and it hits me just about knee level…the other hand is toting the feather top bed cover…both these items weigh about 20 pounds each, and both seem to be knocking me in the knees…not so bad until…THE ESCALATOR. Now I’ve made some mention about my phobia, but to be honest, it really isn’t a phobia. It’s a complete lack of coordination…normally something I can work around, but you get me on the freakish moving staircase at the best of times and I’m likely to fall on my ass…but, add in the 40 lbs of packages, bungling me about the knees, the heeled boots I was wearing, and my general state of abandon, and it was almost a disaster…just as I stepped on, the couch pillow chose that moment to swing sadistically into my knees…but when I went to step back out of it’s way, the feather top decided it wanted into the game and hits me in the back of the knees…I didn’t fall, but I had visions…and they weren’t pretty. Thankfully I made it off alive…to the amusement of msbhivin (and probably others)…
OK, I know I am seriously behind on my posts...I still have all of the Thanksgiving stories to tell, but I'm on another adventure, so...that'll have to wait. First of all, this is just too funny...thanks to my mom for sending it to me...just in case you were wondering, not only am I afraid of escalators (I promise I'll tell about it soon) I can't park worth a damn...so that's what makes is ooh so funny...I'm in San Francisco for a conference...and I thought it would be fun...it's not...but I think that may be my fault, so I won't worry about it just yet...not only am I obsessing about being out of the office, I get to worry about not learning enough while I'm here...like I needed to be any more worried about anything at this point...I seem to be catching a cold, I can't sleep, and I'm crabby. Gee, maybe not the best time to be sharing my feeling with you all, eh? Before I forget, T, if you see this CONGRATULATIONS!! I hope you wore a red dress...