Sunday, March 13, 2011

Hey kids, what time is it?

The time change has messed up my sleeping schedule.  Since 2:00 a.m. (standard time), I lay in bed dozing and then jerking awake every 10 minutes or so to look at the clock to see what time it was.  Then I had to do a calculation in my head, “OK, the clock SAYS that it is 3:14, (standard time) but it is REALLY 4:14, (daylight savings time).”  And then again, “OK, the clock SAYS that it is 4:27, (standard time), but it is REALLY 5:27, (daylight savings time).”  Arghhhh!

Why am I so weirded out about the time, I hear you ask?  Because I need to be up and out of bed by 7:00, (daylight savings time), this morning.  You see, I have a breakfast date – with my daughters.  In case you don’t remember from this post, I have three children.  One son and two daughters.  All three are grown and moved out of the house, so I truly do not get to see them as often as I would like.  Therefore, periodically we make dates with each other for breakfast, or maybe lunch, or even dinner.  There have been times that we will make dates to go to the market, just to have an excuse to spend some time together.

This morning’s breakfast will be just us girls, my daughters and me.  I am really looking forward to it.  Not that I do not appreciate being with the men in my life, my husband and my son, but there is just something about us girls being together that makes my mommy heart sing. 

It could have something to do with the unique camaraderie that we share as females.  It could have something to do with the lack of testosterone at the table.  However, it may well be a result of the 4 years when it was just us girls living at home.  4 years before I met The Man, The Boy left home to join the Army.  This left just us girls at home.  I did not notice at the time how our relationship was changing, but in hindsight, that time really did have an impact.  The three of us became closer, we became more open with each other, a bond was built between us that is different than the bond that I have between me and my son.

I am looking forward with anticipation my breakfast date with Artsy & Young’un.  I am looking forward to the chit-chat.  I can’t wait to catch up on all of the happenings in their lives.  I look forward with delight the moment when I can hug them close and breathe in their love. 

No 'bleeping' time change is going to mess up my morning.

Friday, March 11, 2011

Road Rage Rant

What’s the deal, Mr. Jerk in the beat-up old truck with too-big tires?  Why the aggressive driving, Soccer Mom in the over-priced Hummer?  What’s your hurry, Pimped-Out Ford Escort with the spinny rims?  We all need to share the road, and if we do so with a little common courtesy and patience, maybe we will all get to our respective destinations alive.  Just a thought.
So there I was….  I was driving to work this morning taking my normal commute on the freeway.  (Yes, yes, I know that the freeway here in Spud Land is NOTHING compared to the freeways in other areas.  I know…  But for us Spuds, this is enough traffic to make some of us a little grey around the edges.)  Anyway, I digress…  So there I was on the freeway.  I admit that I was speeding, but only by about 3 – 4 miles an hour over the posted speed limit.  Considering that I was speeding, and I was traveling along at a wee faster clip than some vehicles, I was in the “fast lane.” 
As I began to pass a slower vehicle in the right-hand lane, I saw a vehicle approaching behind me very rapidly.  Mind you, my commute is quite early in the morning, so it was dark and everyone had turned on their headlights.  The vehicle behind me came right up to my rear bumper very, very closely.  Now, even though as I already stated, I was speeding a bit beyond the posted speed limit, clearly I was not going fast enough for Mr. Jerk behind me.  So how did he express his displeasure that I was in his way?  He turned on his brights!  Yes, that is correct…  On the freeway, right on my tailpipe, Mr. Jerk turned on his bright lights.  Why?  Did he think that I was going to move over into the right lane and shove the slower vehicle into the ditch?  Did he think that I would speed up even faster than I was already going?
Unnecessary rudeness.  Listen, Mr. Jerk in the vehicle behind me, if you don’t think that I am speeding fast enough, just wait your gosh-darn turn and when it is safe to do so, I will more than gladly get out of your way.  You go right ahead, speed on up there, and see if there are any Highway Patrolmen waiting to give out tickets.  You just get all over that, Mr. Jerk.

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Random Thoughts

I know…  I know…  I’ve been a very bad blogger.  I’ve neglected posting to my blog in… well in a very long time.  I have been here, but instead of offering anything new to my own blog, I have been lurking around on other people's blogs.  I have no excuse, except maybe pure laziness, and maybe just a little bit of shyness knowing that the whole world could potentially read my words.  It is unlikely that the whole world would read what I have to say, but once those words are out there… Well, they could be read by just about anyone.  For the last few months, I have been shy and extremely hesitant to post anything knowing that my thoughts and feelings would be exposed to just about anyone.  I suppose I need to get over that. 
Anyway…  What’s been going on here in Spud Land?  Not much, to be honest.  Thanksgiving came and went with no family drama.  No family drama on Christmas either.  The only notable occurrence at Christmas was the sudden onset of some kind of vile stomach illness, which knocked me right on my keester on Christmas day.  No warning, no bells, no whistles…  I was innocently sitting at the table eating the awesome Christmas dinner that I had cooked, when *WHAM* Montezuma’s Revenge hit me upside the stomach.  I spent the remainder of Christmas day and a few days after Christmas cuddled up on the floor next to the cool porcelain of the nearest commode, alternately heaving up my stomach lining and praying for deliverance.  Merry Christmas, and a “Ho ho ho” to me!    
Spud Land remains locked in winter’s icy grip.  We have had one or two days of pseudo Spring, when the overly anxious folks trekked down to the local greenhouse and purchased their annual spring plantings.  Premature, people… it is too soon!  I tried to tell them, I really did.  But they wouldn’t listen, and now their newly planted buds are being snowed on as I type.  When will they learn?  This is Idaho, folks, not So Cal!
Alrighty…  I suppose that’s enough randomness for one day.  So…  In the infamous words of Porky Pig, “Th-th-th-that’s all, folks!”