May 12, 2015

This is getting ridiculous and I'm not quite sure I'm cutout for "grown-upping."  I do know that if I were  in a different culture, I'd have been stoned to death for my indolence (as in with rocks...).Well, if they could read my mind, anyway.  All I want to do is sleep.   Managed out the door early to get package to UPS where Ethan proudly delivered it for return.  Work was.... 10 more days.  60 hours.

After work the race was on – off to get kids, race them home and head to supervision.  Here are the facts about my supervisor: I love her and think I scored the best supervisor on the planet.  I have another client, a little one, which excites me.  She also holds the name of my favorite little girl student from the Montessori preschool.  As soon as I get the paperwork confusion figured out, it’ll be a great thing.

 

After supervision, I RACED into town for a spray-tan appointment.  I intended to become a bronze goddess and have no issue in the nudity aspect of it at all…until I saw this cute little perfect thing would be tanning me.  So there I stand, full Monty for a petite supermodel.  Mercy.  It made my thighs look even worse.  I stood there thinking, shit, I should do some squats.  <sigh>  But at least now I am semi-bronze.  I’ll save the goddess aspect until I meet someone.  Oh, by the way – the guy will have to love Def Leppard so he can dedicate a DL song to me.  

And….now to race home,  Lizzie is going in for an oil change and  get the ignition switch changed before our long trip to Big Sur on Thursday.  On the way to the mechanic, at the Dreaded Four-Way stop, once again a lady couldn’t count to three and went, then shook her hand at me (I’m in the bus).  This stop  will be the death of me.  My window was down, so I stuck out tow fingers and screamed, “Count to TWO!!!”, but then realized that from everyone’s vantage point, it looked like a hippie giving a peace sign.  My wonderful neighbor Carol followed me there and afterwards, we sat in my driveway and talked about the goings on in this neighborhood.  It is not as great a place as it once was.  There are people living on the hillside across from us (who choose to be without homes), there are the local meth folks.  It has increased crime in this area incredibly.  This makes me wonder if we should move elsewhere before Europe or just wait it out.  I do love most of my neighbors.

 

I was delighted this evening when, after we’d finished homework, Ethan let me pluck his eyebrows.  There were these stay hairs under his brow which I have been wanting to get at ever since he was about three, but I didn’t want to traumatize him.  Tonight that dream was realized. We are also having a great time listening to secret recordings of me the kids have taken.  Tonight's "secret recordings" (taken without my knowledge) are entitled "The Who."  I am gonna be hell of a hoot pretty damn soon in my older years, when all "common" sense has left me.  The gifts of sobriety just keep on giving!!

Pictures:  Family passport pics - in smiling there!  This is some serious shit; Ten more days; The flags for the track trails.