Thursday, March 26, 2009

W.U.S.S.


This is what my hair cut looks like. One thing I was not wussy about was NO bangs. So I spent the better part of today brushing my hair out of my eyes. (You don't even want to know what the other part of my day was like!). So the STP and Booger are watching Lord of the Rings tonight. And as I walk through the room I realize that my hair is styled just like Aragorn's. Evidently I conveyed to the stylist that the movie star look I was going for was an elfin (elven?) creature from Modor.
FYI--I tried several ways to spell woose. I tried to make it rhyme with something. Goose. Pus. Cuss. Foos-ball. Moose. Mouse. Tush.
FYII--(FYI2?)--The reason the Thursday night movie is Lord of the Rings is because we had taters for supper.
Booger: What we need is a few good taters.
STP: What's taters Precious. What's taters eh?
Booger: PO-TA-TOES! Boil 'em. Mash 'em. Stick 'em in a stew!
Ours were actually done in foil on our new Weber grill. Yeah for cooking outdoors in sub-freezing weather.

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Haircut Day

I had an appointment on Monday afternoon to get my haircut. But my stylist called and said she couldn't lift her arms over her head for a day and a half. (?) I offered to kneel on the ground, but instead we rescheduled for this afternoon. I thought I knew what I wanted, but I am a complete woose about things like this. And I had a hard time trying to describe what I wanted.
Last week the STP suggested I watch an episode of What Not To Wear. I don't care to think why. (I've been wearing my hair in a pony tail and really bad outfits around Dodge City this week, just in case he nominated me for the show and someone is following me around with a hidden camera.) But now I know what I need. $5,ooo and a week in New York. I'll take the stylist and the make-up lady, but I won't even need the services of the other two to insult and make fun of my current clothes and help me pick my new ones. (I've got people in New York who could do that for me.) What I need is someone to come here to Dodge City and use my budget and shop in the places I have to shop. That would be reality TV. Here is a shot of me walking into the thrift store. And the Western wear store. Dark jeans that drop straight down from my hips. (See me following 'the rules'?) Here I am trying on cowgirl boots and big silver belt buckles. Wait, we still have 45 minutes and $4500? Lets just head down to the Sugar Shack and have a milkshake.
So when my haircut was done and I put my glasses back on and the stylist asked if I liked it, I wasn't really sure. And I had no idea what I would want her to do with it. But it wasn't the amazing transformation I was hoping for. So I just said I would wear it around for a day or two and decide. I think I'll sleep on it.

Saturday, March 21, 2009

The School Dance

The Booger thought he would go to the school dance this evening. So his Dad took him and dropped him off at the school gym. (Maybe I did drive my car off a cliff and I am now in an alternate universe.) Until supper time I did not know there was a school dance. He was gone from the house about an hour and a half. He called to be picked up at 9:00 because he wanted to watch Superman and the Clone Wars on the Cartoon Channel. I didn't even ask how the dance was. Or if he actually danced. He brought me a diet Pepsi. Obviously, I am still the most important woman in his life. I'm okay with that.

Thursday, March 19, 2009

Woot, Woot!

Guess whose federal AND state taxes are submitted AND accepted. Oh, yeah!

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Still Thinking...

...about doing the taxes.
...about what my dreams mean. (The recurring ones where my car ends up in a body of water.)
...about what to make for supper tomorrow.
...about what to plant in the flower boxes.
...about flat rocks.
...about buying new underwear.
...about being a good mom.
...about the price of gas.
...about the meaning of life.
...about going to bed.

Monday, March 16, 2009

High Rollers

Just a little rant today about people who roll their own coins as opposed to bringing them in in bulk and letting the bank machine count them. Please don't come to my window. I do not want to be short a penny in each roll. If you think you can just roll 49 pennies in a roll and not get caught that is fine with me. Think whatever you want. But it is stealing!! It is a sin! But if you are willing to sell your soul to the devil for 8 cents go right ahead. It doesn't sound like a good deal to me. But then again maybe you know yourself better than I do.
God only knows why this bothers me today. Maybe because it reminds me of the little 'compromises' I am willing to make. The tiny things I am willing to overlook in my own life. The thoughts I think cause I think no one will ever know. Only God knows.
Ouch!

Saturday, March 14, 2009

Too Much Fun-gi

I just love a good fungus. I thought these were especially good fun.

Maybe people in Wyoming are happy because they are easily amused.

Spring is Coming


The flowerboxes are finished and on the front porch awaiting some dirt. And some seeds. And some water. And the Dodge City Town Council voted last week to allow outside watering EVERY DAY this summer instead of the Tuesday, Thursday, Sunday on the southside of town and Monday, Wednesday, Saturday on the north side of town. So now I don't have to keep track of what side of town I live on or what day of the week it is. If I want to water, I can. Except between the hours of noon and 6pm. Because the Dodge City Police Department needs something to patrol in the hot afternoon hours when they are not pulling over speeders.
FYI- I live on the south side of town. One of the Goober's friends told me that Hispanic people who leave their doors open and play their music really loud live on the south side of town. (He lives on the north side of town.) He said this because I was playing my music really loud. I can hardly wait for Summer when I can open the windows and the doors. Ole!

Friday, March 13, 2009

Dress Down Friday

The STP attended the Dodge City School Board meeting one evening this week. It is televised live on the local community station (I'm thinking that this might be common, but as recent subscriber to cable TV, it is a reality TV novelty to me.) So, while sitting on the couch with Goober, remote in hand, watching "The Biggest Loser" (at least I wasn't eating at the same time), I switched over to local channel to see if we could see the STP. As a quiet observer he wasn't getting any camera time, so the Goob said "Let's call his cell phone." Which was such a great idea, but I refrained only because I am trying to set a good example for my son. If I had been with Sara or Ami I totally would have done it. (If I was watching with Min, she would have called before I knew what she was doing and we would have laughed so hard we wouldn't have been able to talk.) But I digress--we didn't actually call and he had his phone on vibrate anyway.
One of the issues at the school board meeting came up when a mom raised the question about changes in the parent/student handbook. The superintendent responded in such a way that it was obvious she knew where this was going. It seems some 5th grade girls received in school suspensions for wearing pajama pants to school. There was no rule against this in the printed handbook, but online a 13th rule had been added concerning not wearing pajama pants, tops, or slippers to school. A meeting on the issue with the principal and the superintendent did not satisfy this mom, so she came to the board meeting to revisit the issue. This made the superintendent unhappy (I think she might originally be from Ohio or West Virginia). I, a call-the-school-mom from days gone by, was cheering on the mom. If I had known about this beforehand, I might have attended the school board meeting in my pajamas just to demonstrate my support. No one could say when, why, or by whom the 13th rule was added.
Hats are also against the school dress code. But in the Fall, if you paid $1, you could wear a hat on 'Hat Day'. Part of drug prevention week.

Seems that we are teaching that the rules are subject to not only interpretation, but also change, by those in authority. And that if you have a certain amount of money, the rules don't apply at all. Might makes right?

Today is Friday. So if I pay $2 I can wear my jeans to work at Dodge City Federal. The money goes to a benevolent fund for use around Christmastime. Wearing jeans is inappropriate for counting money any other day of the week.

I miss my scrubs. Healthcare--a place where pajama pants with drawstrings are appropriate every day. Maybe I could speak at the 5th grade career day.

Thursday, March 12, 2009

State of Happiness

If you're from Ohio or New York--don't read this post. (I don't want you to feel worse than you already do.)
According to a recent poll, I live in the third most happy state in the entire United States. Right after Hawaii. That makes me so happy. In fact, the level of my happiness over this news just might move the state of Wyoming ahead of Hawaii on the list.
(I'm so happy right now , I should live in Utah.)

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Treasury Secretary?

I still have a job in the financial industry. I don't want to do my taxes. And I certainly don't want to pay my taxes. Could I be destined to be in the president's cabinet?
Or should I just fire up the Turbo Tax and finish my taxes? And empty the dishwasher and put my dishes away in my kitchen cabinets?
I think I need to think about it another day or two.

Saturday, March 07, 2009

Saving Daylight

Today I went to the Dodge City Building Center with the STP. And I took along my materials list for my new planter boxes for the front porch. And I talked the DCBC into delivering my materials free of charge. (Of course it is just across the street). And the STP measured and cut and drilled and fastened. And one box is far enough along that I could carry it to the front porch and try it on. And then the STP and the Goober had to go shoot guns. And now they are pursuing their favorite of Father/Son activities. Watching a movie. If only the day was an hour longer, instead of an hour shorter.
But I am going to soak my feet and browse through my idea file and decide what wonderful things I will plant in my new planter boxes. And I will imagine that they will all grow and flourish and be the envy of everyone who drives through Dodge City all summer long.
In other news, the snow is completely melted from the backyard. The Goober cleaned up a winter's worth of dog poo.
I just read the book Outliers. I don't think it will make me any more successful, but now I understand why I am not a professional athlete and why I can not play the piano.
Now I am just trying to figure out when we used to start saving daylight so I can be prepared for the dreaded automatic changing of the clock.
If I could save time in a bottle...

Friday, March 06, 2009

Ratatouille-With Emphasis on the Oooey


For the past ten days we have been eating vegetables and drinking only water ala Daniel in Babylon. It is a lenten experience of sorts. A few years ago the Goober discovered Lent and we participated by giving up TV and video games. Since then the Goober has done a little more research and decided that he could not find a single reference in the Bible of anyone giving up TV (and we have added the HDTV and a Wii which would need giving up). So instead the STP and Goober decided to give up a food related item. And that led to eating like Daniel. So our diet consists of things that grow in the ground. Fruits, Vegetables, and Grains. Rice, potatoes, oatmeal, salads, banana sandwiches--all good. Meat, eggs, milk, milk chocolate, and diet Pepsi--not on the menu. This makes cooking a real challenge, since the STP is gluten-free, and the Goober hasn't eaten a vegetable since he ate sweet potatoes from a jar with the Gerber baby on the label. We decided to try it for ten days and see if we look better than everyone else. (Go ahead and read Daniel, chapter 1)

So I found a recipe for ratatouille, and I made it. I have never seen nor eaten ratatouille. So I really didn't have anything to compare it to. I thought it turned out okay. The Goober said it did not look like the stuff from the movie, and I felt obligated to remind him that the movie was ANIMATED and I did not have a rodent pulling my hair to help me make it. He responded with gagging noises and said not to even tell him what the brown things were. The STP picked out all the green peppers and said it tasted better than it looked, but I'm pretty sure he shared the Goob's thoughts on how it looked.

So tonight I was feeling a little discouraged about supper. What do you want? Nothing. What are you hungry for? Nothing. What do you want--nothing. I would rather have nothing than what we've been having. (I was counting the days and this is day 10.) Open the fridge and look in. Oh, good--spinach, zucchini, cucumbers, leftover chinese vegetables that no one wants, and some tofu. Yes, tofu. Like toe foood.

So we made pasta and served it with Prego sauce with chunks of tofu. The STP had quinoa pasta shells, and the Goob and I had regular pasta shells. And we liked it. The Goober had two helpings of pasta WITH sauce, and tofu. And then we looked at each other and decided we did look better than everyone else and we would continue on for 10 more days.
So I'm open to recipe suggestions from all my vegan friends. Wait... do I have any vegan friends?

Wednesday, March 04, 2009

Of Files and Folders and Filing Cabinets


The file folder was not being used as a flashcard, just as scrap paper. The ten small words were just jotted on the back of the file folder.

There appears to be some confusion if the tenth word was 'is' or 'an'.

The file folder was labelled thusly:





And it has such valuable things as my bills for all twelve terms I attended good old PSU, info on every place I have worked and most places I have applied, the rough draft of my first cover letter handwritten and edited on notebook paper, my first resume typed on a typewriter, test scores from my registry exam, and a hand written note of encouragement from Dr. Glenn V. Tingley. It also has a page where I had written my name and the STP's name over and over in different colors of pen and markers. I suppose I was 20 years old, thinking that I would marry my prince and we would live happily ever after and I would never really have to have a real job. (Which is kind of how it has worked out...)



As an addendum to the filing post...

Yesterday the crazy barking dog (CBD) and I drove Alex to school. Upon our return, on my way through the big room, I noticed the STP had left a file drawer hanging open. (Leaving drawers open is unusual behavior only for the STP around here) So as I walked by, I pushed it shut. But the string from the bottom of my jacket got caught in the drawer. And when I tried to open the drawer, it was locked. So I saw the button with the lock, and I thought ...
PUSH IT! and before I remembered that that is a bad idea, I had pushed it. Which as you probably know (and I do now) locked the drawer for real. And so I had to call the STP and tell him that I had accidently locked my jacket in his filing cabinet. And neither of us thinks there is a key. But the STP is an amazingly understanding and talented man--able to remove stuck jackets from locked cabinets in a single bound. Looks like I was right about him 30 years ago.

Now I am going to find my markers and doodle his name on the back of the cable bill.

Monday, March 02, 2009

Oddly Enough

Not only did I post an odd number of times in February, But Amanda outposted me as well. This is a little troubling to me, because my life is so much better than hers. It is hard to imagine how this could happen. (Maybe I need a new love interest.)

So I am going to back up and tell you about our new TV. After Christmas the STP bought himself a 42 inch TV for the big room. My birthday gift to him was not whining about it. There was some confusion that the TV was actually his birthday gift, but that is not true. (Do not expect that you or I will get comparable gifts for our birthdays.) But also, do not think that not whining is a small gift.

We did not need a new TV. Our current 24 inch TV worked perfectly fine. It was hooked up to the cable for the first time in it's life, and you could watch more that 2 channels, and it did not snow at every football game. (Just the very cold outside ones.) And we are not blind.

But the STP wanted a new TV. A bigger TV. An HDTV. So in an extravagant loving gesture, I let him get one. He shopped online and talked to people and shopped in stores and talked to more people and finally went and bought one. (One of the people he talked to was me and that is why it is only 42 inches.) Here I am looking happy about the new TV.
Now the thing about an HDTV that you (and by 'you' I mean me) might not know is that an HDTV is not really an HDTV unless it is hooked to an HD signal. And all of those shows that say "Now available in HD" are not really available in HD unless your cable company subscribes to those channels in HD and you subscribe to your cable TV HD package. And by subscribe and package I mean pay extra for. Also, it requires the cable people to come and rewire the house and move the cable after you have already paid someone to wire twice. But they will waive the 'installation fee' and you will only have to pay for the HDMI cable and one other $10.00 fee which you have no idea is for. But it will not be recurring, so you do not even call to ask about it. Because, remember the gift. I am not whining. I'm just saying...
So the STP and Goober (who I sometimes refer to as Booger?!?!?!?!) are upstairs in the big room watching Star Wars episode Jabba the Hut on their big TV. Wishing they had a blu-ray player and surround sound speakers. (Which they do not.) And that is fine with me. Because I am not a whiner. I am not a whiner. I am not a whiner. I am not a whiner. I am not whining.