It is 8:41 PM.
The children have been asleep for a while.
I am waiting for Kevin and Breanna to return home from her Youth Symphony practice.
I am seriously craving Panda Express Beijing Beef right now.
I don't want to move my body in any shape or fashion since the last two days my "never ceases to amaze, surprise or let me be lethargic" group exercise trainer has generously helped me rediscover muscle groups all over my body (not complaining mind you, but this is my blog and MY time with my thoughts you are casually reading.)
It baffles me that owners or property managers will rent a home without a refrigerator.
Why in the world would you put a high school, two elementary schools, a day care facility and a home development all together and not put in a stop light but offer a four way stop which allows drivers to show their idiotic decision making skills all hours of the day?
Alabama is growing on me.
My favorite part of Thanksgiving is the dessert part. The many, many dessert parts.
I have a whole stack of magazines glaring their cover stories at me off to the right of where I sit. Wonder when they will get read? Chuckle, chuckle.
Why do we not have snow? I despise brownness. This is probably why I love California so much. It is always green. If it is going to be brown and cold, cover it with white.
I feel like baking a pie for some of my favorite people. I am plumb out of apples, however. Drats.
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
As I was perusing the radio stations earlier this week in Big Red wearing my "Mom Taxi" cap and collecting fares of empty wrappers, excellent conversations and a synopsis of "Catch 22" I found a station playing Christmas music! Yes, I realize it is early---Thanksgiving hasn't even passed yet; however, I think I have become one of "those people" who listens to the music as early as it is played or even many odd times during the year. Derek sang "Jingle Bells" at the top of his lungs and my heart sang with him. "O Holy Night" always stirs the soul and "Let It Snow" verbalizes what each of us wishes for... a white Christmas. It is probably a wee bit early to start watching the weather reports for December 25, eh?