Frog and Goat

Now that it is December we are slowly making our way to holiday decorations and celebrating. We refuse to do anything in November other than prepare (order things from Amazon, stock up on cards, etc.) and this year with Thanksgiving being a bit earlier we were outraged-OUTRAGED, I TELL YOU!-at how many people started decorating at the beginning of November. Hold your freakin’ horses, man.

Anyway, we have lights in the windows facing the street, the blinking Rudolph light is up in the kitchen and we have a string of colored lights roaming around our breakfast area (basically the bumped out window). We’ve made our version of Chex Mix twice already–we only make that at the end of the year holidays. I also addressed all the cards yesterday and will be dumping them at the mail box later today. I can’t bring myself to burden our postal carrier. He’s a nice guy and so I’m giving him a break this year.

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BTW, it is now 3pm and it is 75 degrees out. Is it really December?

I started writing this post this morning but I got sidetracked by looking at old MadTV clips on YouTube. After about four of them, I totally forgot what I was going to post. The power of the funny.

This afternoon I talked to my mother on the phone and was reminded about this post. Yeah, I still don’t have a job. I know she means well but when she asks me about what I do with my time all day and what my prospects are it just kind of gets on my nerves. Even though I tell her that I’ve just been on an hour-long webinar about adult learning and social media, I know it comes out to her as, “blah, blah, blah”. And, so I change the subject. I also remind her that I will alert the media when the news changes.

Yes, some days it’s all about reading and doing all the small, stupid things that normally you’d take care of on the weekend. It is just not worth talking about. I went to the grocery store. I vacuumed the heck out of the house. I made granola bars from scratch. Whoopteedoo.

But, today, I’ve had two people reach out about job possibilities and then I sat in on the webinar and tweeted with people on the webinar. So? Interesting day in my book. Also, while I was out this morning picking up some seafood at the fish monger I saw a woman take her toddler into an “Adult Specialty Boutique” (just looked up their description online to get those exact words). That has got to be chalked up to interesting, yes? Yes.

If after you get this:

The calls and mailings disappear to the point if Anne Romney is dialing my number her call just gets cut off automagically?

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We looked at caller id and found we had 51 calls that were easily identified as political calls from 10/30-11/6.

So, you may have heard that the East Coast is entertaining a guest named Sandy. We prepared by taking the trash and recyclables to the dump, the better-half hit the wine store, I made oatmeal raisin cookies and we sold our first born cat to pay for generator gas. We also moved the vehicles into the garage and I’m proud that we’ve been able to keep the garage pretty darn free of clutter over the last month or so:

All day Sunday we waited for something to happen. Nothing did. We made a bet about when we’d lose power and when we’d get it back. I’ve already lost the “when we’d lose power” category and the better-half’s designated time is fast approaching (I wrote that sentence at 11:36pm 10/29).

Now it’s Monday morning and the rain has finally arrived in full-force. I’m looking out over the pool and the cover pump is having a hard time keeping up right now. That means there’s more water falling than it can pump so it’s behind and partially submerged. The wind is mostly gusty and, knock on wood, we haven’t had any trees come over. I know we’re all supposed to be in our bunkers by now shivering with fear, but it just doesn’t seem that bad in Central Virginia. Of course, as soon as I publish this all hell will break loose. I’m sorry.

Lost power at 4:44pm today and it was back after 3 long minutes

Yesterday I stood up from the couch and headed towards the kitchen. On the way there I decided to kick the ottoman like a punter attempts a field goal from the 50 yard line. After I did that, I hopped around on my right foot and said words that made Lucy’s tail curl. Those words quickly turned into ouch, ouch, ouch, my foot, my foot, oh my god my foot.

Last night the throbbing ache made me think I’d broken a bone (but I’ve never had a broken bone so I don’t really know what that feels like). There’s only a small bruise and all my toes are in their normal configuration. So, I’ve self diagnosed myself with a sprained toe. Yes, I could make a doctor’s appointment, but where’s the fun in that?

All my plans for today have been turned into keeping my foot elevated with Lucy on my lap and a book in my hand. The occasional ice pack should round out the day.

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Updated: 10/24/12
Definitely not broken, just finished walking on the treadmill and my toes are significantly less swollen. Just a hard bruise/jam. Thank goodness.