Day Book

I am wearing new jeans and a bright tangerine pullover. I actually went shopping for myself the other day and fell into the same old trap, but at least the jeans look nice and don't fall down everytime I stand up. I am always yanking on my pants. Sadly, still haven't made it for a trim. Maybe this week...probably not.

I am reading nothing dammit. Not even the cereal box. But wait, I don't eat cereal. I do enjoy a bowl of grits every now and then, but almost refuse to make it just for myself. Reminds me of a cruise we were on some time ago. The last day of the cruise, I found where they hid the grits. I was thrilled and then realized it was the last breakfast I would have there, and then made me sad. I made up for it and had, no joking internet, 3 bowls of grits.

I am hearing Mike Rowe on Dirty Jobs while trying to stay focused and get some work done. I can't tell you what a big fan I am. No seriously, can't.....God forbid Dan should read this and get all weird on me. I don't know what "it" is, but he has "it." When he changes his shirt on camera, I just about have a stroke.

I am learning to accept that I am over 50. I just find this to be so confusing as I really do not know where the time went. I was doing some planting this past weekend and it just about killed me. I took Saturday off and planted, shopped and ate dinner out. What a day!

I hope that the girls continue to like their jobs. I find it worries me silly when they are unhappy where they work or worry if they will keep their jobs with the economy in the tank. I hope this country can heal. At this point, I don't care who wins, but trust me, I'll be watching. They have a big job ahead of them and I hope they are up to the task.

In the kitchen nothing changes. I still have this love/hate relationship in there. I enjoy cooking, just wish I had a better place to do it. Hard to make a thoroughbred out of a donkey.

Around the house things are slowly getting done. I want very much to replace the carpet in the master bedroom. Dan forgets to take his boots off and trashes the off-white carpet, the dogs have their way, etc. I've tried several cleaning companies, but no one can get it clean really. Dan picked this carpet out several years ago. Every time I let him have his way, it turns out crappy. He likes to think he actually has taste and of course, he doesn't.

Out my window there is a slight breeze. We were expecting a great deal of rain yesterday and today...but alas, NOTHING. Isn't it amazing how the weatherman can always be wrong and YET, keep his job. So you say, 'well, sometimes weather changes and does something totally unexpected.' Fine, just get rid of the weatherman. What's the point? Really.

Plans for the week work..what else is there?