It’s May 1st! I know this because:
A) I turned over my calendar.
B) I received a lovely May Day basket
If you guessed C, you win! And it has actually gotten heavier in the ten minutes since I took this picture. I can barely see across the schoolyard. Damn it, I just took the patio furniture cover off yesterday! Frak. I’m looking at a solid half inch of heavy, wet snow, and I’m sure there’ll be more before it quits. Oh, and please do not comment on the White Trash Patio we have. I realize it looks like crap. That is our summer project, to put in a pressed/stained/sealed concrete patio. So, yes, it looks horrible, but hey, the snow is doing a great job covering it up today!
I’ve had several things running through my head in the last couple of days, and absolutely zero time to sit and write them down. Thanks to Dragon Tales (oh, please, someone put me out of my misery; it’s snowing in May and J is watching that LSD-trip PBSkids show), I have a few minutes to spew out what has been running amok in my brain. Careful, it might get ugly. I’m coffee-less and it’s snowing in MAY!
The current stress-inducing events are still current and still stress-inducing. There is a meeting tonight and Tom and I are thinking of bringing flasks for the pissed-off parties. However, we will likely refrain, as we wish this meeting to NOT end up on the evening news. It does, let’s note, have the distinct possibility of becoming quite contentious. There will be much wine-ing once we get home.
With a shovel and a match. That is how I cleaned A’s room the other day. His room can get out of hand pretty quickly, but this was about as bad as I’ve ever seen it:
It’s like playing Where’s Waldo?, but with a bedroom. So let’s see…I see a tent, the box the tent came in, speakers from his stereo, clothes, loveys, toys, clothes, miscellaneous crap. It is considerably better now. You can see the floor. And I refrained from the match.
HOLY CRAP, THE SNOW IS GETTING HEAVIER!
I have an appointment on Monday for getting a funky bumpy thing removed from my arm. It’s freaking out the husband. The dermatologist I go to has, um, how do I say this politely? She has no facial expressions. Methinks the Botox has gone bad on her. I have a significant II between my eyes, so I can sympathize. My II is getting deeper and more prominent with each passing day. I figure that by my 35th birthday this fall I should be able to plant tulip bulbs in there for next spring. I do believe that I’m furrowing my brow more often than not. Can’t imagine why…
My carpool partner has been in Hawaii for the last two weeks. Lucky. But I have been doing all the driving, both ways. I’m so over it. On the bright side, I’ve been listening to a whole bunch of podcasts. I loves my iPod. The podcast I’m into right now is Travel with Rick Steves. I’ve watched his travel shows for years and, with my parents, Tom and I have traveled Rick Steves-style. We both have one of his rucksacks, and they are fantastic for travel. One of the podcasts I listened to yesterday was with Eric Weiner, author of The Geography of Bliss. I read this book a few months ago and loved it. The author traveled the world, looking for the happiest places on earth. It’s been long enough since I read it that I can’t remember all the details, just that I loved the book. And having him on the podcast with my favorite travel author was awesome.
I’m sure there’s a whole lot more I could whine about today, but I shall refrain. I’m sure your brains thank you. Ooh, goody! I get to go to speech therapy now! And occupational therapy later! And drive some more! In the snow! And then go to a very bitter and contentious meeting with a crapload of seriously pissed off people! In the snow!
More actual posts to come in the next few days. I have a book review…from a book I finished nearly 2 months ago. I have the Pancake Puffs Pan review…only two weeks late. But hey, if you don’t hear from me…check under the snow.