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OMG I am so boring
Apr. 22nd, 2007 06:55 pmWork work work today. Powerpoint and writing stuff. I have bunches of other stuff that needs to be done, but the work stuff is deadline.
I did go to the pet store and buy bunny food.
Also decided with friends to try yet another diet program. We bought some protein shake stuff and I ordered the supplements on line. I just want easy. I can't be bothered to think a lot about what I am eating. Just not enough time for that. I have 2 girlfriends that have been trying different plans with me. M tried Quick Weight Loss for a little while, but it required lots of food prep and planning. Not going to happen. L likes the low fat type diets, but I like cheese in my life. Low carb works well for me because of the lack of appetite. So low carb high protein shakes, supplements and low carb meals. We'll see.
Back to annoying the kids about their chores and back to powerpoint with me.
Ugh. All work weekend.
Oh, excitement planned for later. Doing my toes! Woo!
I did go to the pet store and buy bunny food.
Also decided with friends to try yet another diet program. We bought some protein shake stuff and I ordered the supplements on line. I just want easy. I can't be bothered to think a lot about what I am eating. Just not enough time for that. I have 2 girlfriends that have been trying different plans with me. M tried Quick Weight Loss for a little while, but it required lots of food prep and planning. Not going to happen. L likes the low fat type diets, but I like cheese in my life. Low carb works well for me because of the lack of appetite. So low carb high protein shakes, supplements and low carb meals. We'll see.
Back to annoying the kids about their chores and back to powerpoint with me.
Ugh. All work weekend.
Oh, excitement planned for later. Doing my toes! Woo!
Yay b.org back!
Apr. 22nd, 2007 10:39 amNo fooling this quiz. I often wonder if my accent has changed much since it has been 30 years since I lived in upstate NY.
What American accent do you have?
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Northern. Whether you have the world famous Inland North accent of the Great Lakes area, or the radio-friendly sound of upstate NY and western New England, your accent is what used to set the standard for American English pronunciation (not much anymore now that the Inland North sounds like it does).
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Friday 5 meme
Apr. 20th, 2007 11:05 pmI didn't know there was a Friday 5
1. How are you stereotypically female?
I like to feel/look pretty despite shunning makeup and scents. Most people would describe me as graceful and ladylike. I don't play in the mud or curse. Just a girly girl.
2. How are you stereotypically male?
I make my living in a man's world. I'm a business owner. My position in business is such that powerful educated men seek my guidance and approval on a daily basis. Also, the independent thing.
3. What parts of you do you consider unclassifiable as either gender?
All really because I expect that all my stereotypical male and female characteristics will be commonly found in either gender. My tastes in food, music, and other arts is unclassifiable.
4. Do you think you are primarily male, female, or neither in characteristics?
Primarily female. Without a doubt.
5. If you could be born as any gender, knowing the gender prejudices as they are now, which would you choose to be?
I've never wanted to be a man. I don't see the upside. Gender prejudice doesn't affect me. I don't care about anyone that has this type of prejudice.
1. How are you stereotypically female?
I like to feel/look pretty despite shunning makeup and scents. Most people would describe me as graceful and ladylike. I don't play in the mud or curse. Just a girly girl.
2. How are you stereotypically male?
I make my living in a man's world. I'm a business owner. My position in business is such that powerful educated men seek my guidance and approval on a daily basis. Also, the independent thing.
3. What parts of you do you consider unclassifiable as either gender?
All really because I expect that all my stereotypical male and female characteristics will be commonly found in either gender. My tastes in food, music, and other arts is unclassifiable.
4. Do you think you are primarily male, female, or neither in characteristics?
Primarily female. Without a doubt.
5. If you could be born as any gender, knowing the gender prejudices as they are now, which would you choose to be?
I've never wanted to be a man. I don't see the upside. Gender prejudice doesn't affect me. I don't care about anyone that has this type of prejudice.
Big Guy Love
Jan. 7th, 2007 03:31 pmOne of the reasons I adore my husband is his appreciation. One of the biggest disappointments in parenting is the complete lack of gratitude or appreciation, but that's another post.
DH is always delightfully happy, surprised, and appreciative when I do even the most mundane of chores! If I make dinner (which really I do quite often) he always thanks me and makes a fuss over how wonderful it is. Unless it's awful, then we laugh about it. If he sees I have done the laundry, or some project at the office, he gets excited and recognizes my efforts.
Today I spent a bunch of time cleaning off the top of his chest of drawers. It was a disaster of weeks of emptied pockets. Yuck. The kids knew I had been working on it because it took so long. When he got home I whispered to the children to guess how long it would take him to notice. My son didn't think he would notice at all. Within 30 seconds of him walking in the bedroom we hear a booming WOW! Then he proceeded to thank me and he went on and on about how great it looked and how he would try to keep it clean.
He's just so damn cute about it with the enthusiasm. It could be an evil plot to get me to do more, but if so it has worked for almost 19 years.
What a sweety.
DH is always delightfully happy, surprised, and appreciative when I do even the most mundane of chores! If I make dinner (which really I do quite often) he always thanks me and makes a fuss over how wonderful it is. Unless it's awful, then we laugh about it. If he sees I have done the laundry, or some project at the office, he gets excited and recognizes my efforts.
Today I spent a bunch of time cleaning off the top of his chest of drawers. It was a disaster of weeks of emptied pockets. Yuck. The kids knew I had been working on it because it took so long. When he got home I whispered to the children to guess how long it would take him to notice. My son didn't think he would notice at all. Within 30 seconds of him walking in the bedroom we hear a booming WOW! Then he proceeded to thank me and he went on and on about how great it looked and how he would try to keep it clean.
He's just so damn cute about it with the enthusiasm. It could be an evil plot to get me to do more, but if so it has worked for almost 19 years.
What a sweety.
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Hugh Laurie SNL
Oct. 30th, 2006 01:38 pmWhat fun. Found a photobucket of the AMA bit on SNL with Hugh Laurie. Hee! Enjoy!
Sample Ballot
Oct. 18th, 2006 03:24 pmI always get excited when my sample ballot comes in the mail. Often it is the first time I know exactly which races apply to my district. Only 6 amendments. Routine, but I still need to research a bit more on those. The wording in the amendments never gives the whole picture.
Right on the first page, my decision to make for Representative. Mark Foley or Tim Mahoney or Emmie Ross. Don't have a clue who Emmie is. Tim already had my vote so no change there. The only big change is now he actually has a chance to win. I never thought my home district would go Democrat! Whee!
The race for governor isn't as hopeful. I like Davis well enough, but I think Smith would have had a better shot against Crist. Crist is a step or eight down from Jeb. My poor state. Let's hope for some big scandal the Republicans won't be able to deal with to come out about Crist, quickly. It's there, but I don't know if there is time.
I'm so grateful for on line news. I tried to watch a bit of television on my lunch break. If it bleeds it leads. I just can't watch any more. Tis sad. TV is such a convenient way to get info, but CBS Sunday Morning is my only news show anymore.
Right on the first page, my decision to make for Representative. Mark Foley or Tim Mahoney or Emmie Ross. Don't have a clue who Emmie is. Tim already had my vote so no change there. The only big change is now he actually has a chance to win. I never thought my home district would go Democrat! Whee!
The race for governor isn't as hopeful. I like Davis well enough, but I think Smith would have had a better shot against Crist. Crist is a step or eight down from Jeb. My poor state. Let's hope for some big scandal the Republicans won't be able to deal with to come out about Crist, quickly. It's there, but I don't know if there is time.
I'm so grateful for on line news. I tried to watch a bit of television on my lunch break. If it bleeds it leads. I just can't watch any more. Tis sad. TV is such a convenient way to get info, but CBS Sunday Morning is my only news show anymore.
I share because I love
Oct. 18th, 2006 01:44 pmI was so at a loss with b.org that I read my batch of forwarded crap mail.
But in there was a cool site that translates your name to Russian. Just type in your name and click.
Warning! Has sound! Not work appropriate! Funny!
I'm here to amuse.
But in there was a cool site that translates your name to Russian. Just type in your name and click.
Warning! Has sound! Not work appropriate! Funny!
I'm here to amuse.
Friday the 13th
Oct. 16th, 2006 07:25 pmDH#1 is gone. His wife wrote me to let me know that he passed away Friday morning. No surprise that he chose Friday the 13th. There will probably be tributes here and there where his radio show was big. Miami, Chicago, Tampa. I no longer remember how long ago it was that he retired. His most recent station posted this.
So that’s 2 husbands I have outlived. I’ve told DH#3 that was the reason I robbed the cradle this time. Ups my chances of him outliving me. I don’t want to do the widow thing again.
I met Bob when I was 17. 1971. I had stopped by the radio station to see if I could get a ride toward New Orleans, where I hoped to be reunited with another old love of my life. As wild a notion that it is that a teenage girl would announce on the radio the desire to ride cross country with a stranger, not so unusual back in 1971. Alas, I was not able to secure a ride out of town, but I did begin a friendship that would last 35 years.
Within a couple weeks I moved in with him. He was so very fascinating. 10 years older than me with worldly travel and experience I hadn’t even managed to dream of yet. After a year I matter of factly told him that I needed to either move on or move forward. We got married.
Bob raised me. When I moved in I had never cooked, wrote a check, or managed a household in any fashion. He taught me everything and over the years we switched places. He started out taking care of everything and 12 years later I took care of everything. There is no sense in detailing where we went wrong. We were both at fault. I grew up and we grew apart. I fell in love with another man. He was convinced it was an infatuation but he was wrong. We divorced against his desire. I remarried and in time he did too. She was a much better match for him. I was relieved that he had someone smart and kind to care for him.
Over the years we remained close all things considered. When my dear husband #2 was dying Bob and his wife came and took my dog to live with them until I could manage again. Although every single time we spoke or corresponded he never failed to make me laugh out loud, he also reminded me why it never would have worked. He was a self centered egomaniac jerk. And he loved me. And I loved him. And I will read his old emails and enjoy the memory of his keen wit and insights.
My heart aches for his widow. I know how she feels. I know how it feels to care for the love of your life as he slowly fades away. He has been ill for years. The transition of being needed so desperately every moment of the day and night by your true love to suddenly being alone is not something I wish on anyone. I can’t say that I will miss him because all I need of him I still have. My hope for Mary is that she is able to find love again as that does help.
RIP Sweety.
So that’s 2 husbands I have outlived. I’ve told DH#3 that was the reason I robbed the cradle this time. Ups my chances of him outliving me. I don’t want to do the widow thing again.
I met Bob when I was 17. 1971. I had stopped by the radio station to see if I could get a ride toward New Orleans, where I hoped to be reunited with another old love of my life. As wild a notion that it is that a teenage girl would announce on the radio the desire to ride cross country with a stranger, not so unusual back in 1971. Alas, I was not able to secure a ride out of town, but I did begin a friendship that would last 35 years.
Within a couple weeks I moved in with him. He was so very fascinating. 10 years older than me with worldly travel and experience I hadn’t even managed to dream of yet. After a year I matter of factly told him that I needed to either move on or move forward. We got married.
Bob raised me. When I moved in I had never cooked, wrote a check, or managed a household in any fashion. He taught me everything and over the years we switched places. He started out taking care of everything and 12 years later I took care of everything. There is no sense in detailing where we went wrong. We were both at fault. I grew up and we grew apart. I fell in love with another man. He was convinced it was an infatuation but he was wrong. We divorced against his desire. I remarried and in time he did too. She was a much better match for him. I was relieved that he had someone smart and kind to care for him.
Over the years we remained close all things considered. When my dear husband #2 was dying Bob and his wife came and took my dog to live with them until I could manage again. Although every single time we spoke or corresponded he never failed to make me laugh out loud, he also reminded me why it never would have worked. He was a self centered egomaniac jerk. And he loved me. And I loved him. And I will read his old emails and enjoy the memory of his keen wit and insights.
My heart aches for his widow. I know how she feels. I know how it feels to care for the love of your life as he slowly fades away. He has been ill for years. The transition of being needed so desperately every moment of the day and night by your true love to suddenly being alone is not something I wish on anyone. I can’t say that I will miss him because all I need of him I still have. My hope for Mary is that she is able to find love again as that does help.
RIP Sweety.
Otter Lake
Oct. 16th, 2006 12:26 pmNo pretty leaves here, but mom sent me some snaps from Otte Lake.
Good News / Bad News
Sep. 16th, 2006 04:26 pmThe good news is that I no longer have a pigeon. I fed and watered her for a few days and let her out. She flew away. Yay!
The bad news is that I have to give up on the law school notion for now. Time required was going to be 20-25 hours a week and I just can't do it. I can't do a half assed job.
I still have the diploma bug though and am now researching MS programs. When I find an inspiring program I'll be all over it. There are a lot to choose from. Reality is I can only be sure of 10 hours a week to devote to study.
The bad news is that I have to give up on the law school notion for now. Time required was going to be 20-25 hours a week and I just can't do it. I can't do a half assed job.
I still have the diploma bug though and am now researching MS programs. When I find an inspiring program I'll be all over it. There are a lot to choose from. Reality is I can only be sure of 10 hours a week to devote to study.
5 years ago
Sep. 11th, 2006 04:21 pmMy children were 9 and 7 and were already at school that morning. My dear Brooklyn girlfriend had arrived at my house for our morning exercise time. I was bouncing on my mini-trampoline and she was on the treadmill. (We were listening to Wiseguys, Put Your Body in Motion, funny the details you remember) We alternated tramp, bike, treadmill to our odd mix tape of rock and rap and, well everything. We had worked up a sweat when her cell phone rang. My girlfriend has a far more colorful vocabulary than mine and she stopped the treadmill and starting shouting into the phone: “You’re a fucking asshole!” “That is not funny!” This continued for a minute or so. Finally her friend in NY convinced her she was not an asshole and she wasn’t kidding. We walked to my living room and turned on the television.
I never changed the channel because the first one had the smoking towers. There were still two. I called my mother. She was in upstate New York and she had reached my 3 siblings, but hadn’t been able to get through to me. It was good to hear her voice. My next door neighbor came over and sat down on the couch with us without saying anything. We hugged. We held hands. We were too stunned to even wipe the tears from our faces. We stayed on the couch in our sweaty workout clothes until we picked up the kids from school.
My husband was in a business meeting. I kept leaving him voice messages. Everyone else in the meeting kept getting voice messages. Finally they thought something must be up and they listened to their messages.
My girlfriend wanted to go to school and pick up the kids. I told her we couldn’t do that. We had to have control over our emotions before we saw our children. I was 9 years old when John F. Kennedy was shot. I was in Catholic school at the time. The nuns were sobbing. When I got home my mother was sobbing. She told me that things would never be the same in my country. All I could think about was that my son was 9 and his world had just changed forever. He would feel the same confusing disruption in his world that I felt in mine. All the adults in his world would be crying. He would remember the day like it was yesterday decades later. I couldn’t imagine how my 7 year old would feel. I didn’t want to either.
I drove to school at the usual time to pick up the boys. I asked what they had been told. The teachers had told them that there would be no school the next day because something bad had happened. Their parents would explain it to them. I told them briefly what had happened. I told them it was important. There was always a debate in the car for who got to chose radio station. I pushed all the buttons to demonstrate to them how there was no music today. There was nothing except the horrible tragedy that had happened to our country.
We made it through the day. Brendon cancelled the rest of his business trip and drove home. My strongest memory is my dear friend cursing up a storm at her friend that called with the news. It couldn’t be true. It had to be a sick joke. Then the sadness in the knowledge that of all the wonderful things that happened in 2001 my little boys would have one clear memory. The day all the big people in their life cried.
I never changed the channel because the first one had the smoking towers. There were still two. I called my mother. She was in upstate New York and she had reached my 3 siblings, but hadn’t been able to get through to me. It was good to hear her voice. My next door neighbor came over and sat down on the couch with us without saying anything. We hugged. We held hands. We were too stunned to even wipe the tears from our faces. We stayed on the couch in our sweaty workout clothes until we picked up the kids from school.
My husband was in a business meeting. I kept leaving him voice messages. Everyone else in the meeting kept getting voice messages. Finally they thought something must be up and they listened to their messages.
My girlfriend wanted to go to school and pick up the kids. I told her we couldn’t do that. We had to have control over our emotions before we saw our children. I was 9 years old when John F. Kennedy was shot. I was in Catholic school at the time. The nuns were sobbing. When I got home my mother was sobbing. She told me that things would never be the same in my country. All I could think about was that my son was 9 and his world had just changed forever. He would feel the same confusing disruption in his world that I felt in mine. All the adults in his world would be crying. He would remember the day like it was yesterday decades later. I couldn’t imagine how my 7 year old would feel. I didn’t want to either.
I drove to school at the usual time to pick up the boys. I asked what they had been told. The teachers had told them that there would be no school the next day because something bad had happened. Their parents would explain it to them. I told them briefly what had happened. I told them it was important. There was always a debate in the car for who got to chose radio station. I pushed all the buttons to demonstrate to them how there was no music today. There was nothing except the horrible tragedy that had happened to our country.
We made it through the day. Brendon cancelled the rest of his business trip and drove home. My strongest memory is my dear friend cursing up a storm at her friend that called with the news. It couldn’t be true. It had to be a sick joke. Then the sadness in the knowledge that of all the wonderful things that happened in 2001 my little boys would have one clear memory. The day all the big people in their life cried.
I haven't been able to write my 9/11 memories because I am a big baby and it will make me cry at my desk. Maybe later when I don't have to be all business like.
So, instead I will write about what has been on my mind of late.
I am trying to make a life altering decision. Something I’d like to do, must be out of my mind. So for the sake of clarifying my thoughts and soliciting advice here goes. For the record, I have told 3 people. DH: You know I will support you whatever you decide to do. GF: You need to do this ASAP. Mom: You are insane; you have no time. Yes, you can so anything and you are happiest when doing lots, so go for it.
I want to go back to school. After examining my various options for graduate school the most sensible choice is law school. There are complications with that since I absolutely can’t attend physical classes. The only brick and mortar school here that even offers evening classes requires attendance Monday – Thursday 6:00 – whenever. I didn’t get past the required 4 days a week show up in class part.
My B.S. is in Accounting, but I took a minor in law and received my paralegal studies certificate and all that. A couple decades ago I had planned on attending law school immediately after graduation. Tax/Estate type stuff, which no longer holds any interest for me. I had saved my pennies and was set to quit working and live meagerly while I attended law school. Life took a different path and instead I invested my hard saved money to open a business with my boyfriend. Whether or not that was a good plan is still undecided. But 18 years later we are still in this business.
I looked at a number of Masters programs that I could complete online, but none of them appealed. Then I looked at the law programs and there were a number of them in California, which is the only state that allows students to take the bar when they have a correspondence school degree. It doesn’t make a bit of difference that I would not be able to sit for the Florida Bar, because I have no intention of actually practicing law. I could get any number of law related degrees that don’t involve taking the big scary test, but that just doesn’t have the same appeal either.
Pros:
I love being in school. I like the study/reward ratio. I enjoy getting good grades and seeing the A that says I done good.
Getting the J.D. was on my list and I have felt bad that I never finished that path.
It could be useful in my business. Since my business involves electronic records very often the question of the legal requirements in various industries is a big part of the decision. (justification)
The workload involved would require being extremely organized and structured with my time. This has only happened at those times in my life when I was extremely time crunched. The busier I am, the more stuff I get done.
Cons:
How in the world do I think I will ever find the time!?!
Are these correspondence schools legit at all? I know I don’t plan to be a practicing attorney, but I don’t like throwing away money either. The school I am looking at is Northwestern California University School of Law. I only found them through a list of passing the Bar percentage comparisons of various schools on another school’s site. They have been around for 3 decades, so at least not fly by night.
The length of time scares me. This is a several year commitment when I rarely know what I am going to be doing a year down the road. Also the time period coincides with MS for one son and HS for the other.
Is it middle age crazy? Do I really want to do this? Well, I have told the people closest to me so I have to be pretty serious.
So, instead I will write about what has been on my mind of late.
I am trying to make a life altering decision. Something I’d like to do, must be out of my mind. So for the sake of clarifying my thoughts and soliciting advice here goes. For the record, I have told 3 people. DH: You know I will support you whatever you decide to do. GF: You need to do this ASAP. Mom: You are insane; you have no time. Yes, you can so anything and you are happiest when doing lots, so go for it.
I want to go back to school. After examining my various options for graduate school the most sensible choice is law school. There are complications with that since I absolutely can’t attend physical classes. The only brick and mortar school here that even offers evening classes requires attendance Monday – Thursday 6:00 – whenever. I didn’t get past the required 4 days a week show up in class part.
My B.S. is in Accounting, but I took a minor in law and received my paralegal studies certificate and all that. A couple decades ago I had planned on attending law school immediately after graduation. Tax/Estate type stuff, which no longer holds any interest for me. I had saved my pennies and was set to quit working and live meagerly while I attended law school. Life took a different path and instead I invested my hard saved money to open a business with my boyfriend. Whether or not that was a good plan is still undecided. But 18 years later we are still in this business.
I looked at a number of Masters programs that I could complete online, but none of them appealed. Then I looked at the law programs and there were a number of them in California, which is the only state that allows students to take the bar when they have a correspondence school degree. It doesn’t make a bit of difference that I would not be able to sit for the Florida Bar, because I have no intention of actually practicing law. I could get any number of law related degrees that don’t involve taking the big scary test, but that just doesn’t have the same appeal either.
Pros:
I love being in school. I like the study/reward ratio. I enjoy getting good grades and seeing the A that says I done good.
Getting the J.D. was on my list and I have felt bad that I never finished that path.
It could be useful in my business. Since my business involves electronic records very often the question of the legal requirements in various industries is a big part of the decision. (justification)
The workload involved would require being extremely organized and structured with my time. This has only happened at those times in my life when I was extremely time crunched. The busier I am, the more stuff I get done.
Cons:
How in the world do I think I will ever find the time!?!
Are these correspondence schools legit at all? I know I don’t plan to be a practicing attorney, but I don’t like throwing away money either. The school I am looking at is Northwestern California University School of Law. I only found them through a list of passing the Bar percentage comparisons of various schools on another school’s site. They have been around for 3 decades, so at least not fly by night.
The length of time scares me. This is a several year commitment when I rarely know what I am going to be doing a year down the road. Also the time period coincides with MS for one son and HS for the other.
Is it middle age crazy? Do I really want to do this? Well, I have told the people closest to me so I have to be pretty serious.
Here birdy birdy..
Sep. 9th, 2006 11:06 amFor the moment we are a 4 pet home. Brandy, Georgia, and Trogdor have welcomed a guest bird. We haven't officially named the pigeon because we are hoping he/she will fly home soon. I haven't looked at the pictures yet to see how one determines the gender of a pigeon.
Jumpin' Jo was hopping around my pool area yesterday. Jo can fly up to a chair and down, but apparently not more than that. Jo has 2 bands on his legs. One just a red tie strap, the other has his identification codes. I contacted the organization to reach the owner.
In accordance with the instructions I gave Jo water and a mix of popcorn and rice. Both were accepted with thanks. I'll provide food for a couple days then see if Jo will fly home. Although Georgia is being polite while Jo is in a cage, I know that she will happily have Jo for dinner if flying is not an option.
Huh, I never thought I would have a bird. Years ago a roommate had doves and they drove me crazy. Birds should really fly.
Jumpin' Jo was hopping around my pool area yesterday. Jo can fly up to a chair and down, but apparently not more than that. Jo has 2 bands on his legs. One just a red tie strap, the other has his identification codes. I contacted the organization to reach the owner.
In accordance with the instructions I gave Jo water and a mix of popcorn and rice. Both were accepted with thanks. I'll provide food for a couple days then see if Jo will fly home. Although Georgia is being polite while Jo is in a cage, I know that she will happily have Jo for dinner if flying is not an option.
Huh, I never thought I would have a bird. Years ago a roommate had doves and they drove me crazy. Birds should really fly.
Three weeks ago I told my children that I wanted them to write in their Live Journals daily as a summer project. This is my not-so-secret plot to make writing less of an effort for them. Their writing efforts have been sporadic at best. That whole do as I say not as I do thing just isn’t working out. So here we go with my effort to join the summer writing project.
Basketball! I managed to live 30 some years without ever watching or encountering basketball. Now it’s everywhere I look. On the plane trip from Atlanta to New Orleans I sat between 2 cute bubbly young women. To my right was a tall blond freckled woman from Nebraska that worked as an academic counselor to sports department at Loyola and to my right was a former college basketball player that was squeeing with joy because she had just seen Shaq and Dwayne Wade in a club in Miami. Between basketball conversations we discussed the devastation to New Orleans. The Loyola woman had arrived in New Orleans 2 weeks before the storm and just got back a couple months ago after the sports program lived a couple other places. She had to pay rent on her apartment the months she wasn’t there or lose it. Rents have skyrocketed. The other woman lives a couple hours away from NO, and her town has an incredible number of new residents that have no interest in going back. I didn’t read my book much.
The drive from New Orleans to Thibodaux was straightforward enough and took less than an hour. I’ll be doing it 3 more times in the next few days. It will be a bit worse now that I know there are 2 huge scary heart stopping overpasses. After I left the airport I obediently followed my directions and exited the highway to go to 90 West. Of course there is no warning that you are about to be forced to go over the crazy high overpass precariously perched on flimsy concrete pillars. I stared at the roadway immediately in front of me without a glance to either side or straight ahead into the void. Just as I breathed the sigh of relief and survival I see that immediately ahead there is a huge frelling bridge! When I drive with my husband he does the bridges and I close my eyes. Closing the eyes didn’t seem the best plan so I annoyed the other drivers (thankfully a slow Sunday) and drove less than the 70mph speed limit while staring at the pavement immediately in front of me. Eeeek. I can hardly wait to do this again tonight, in the dark. The next 2 trips Sheila will be here and I get to close my eyes.
After getting settled in to the hotel and checking out the office where I will be working the next few days I headed downstairs for a bite to eat. Two ways to know I am not in a restaurant at home. Smoking section inside the restaurant! Not outside under a canopy or something. Inside. Huh. Also, they don’t serve wine on Sunday. Well, you know for sure now that I’m not moving to Thibodaux Louisiana.
Basketball! I managed to live 30 some years without ever watching or encountering basketball. Now it’s everywhere I look. On the plane trip from Atlanta to New Orleans I sat between 2 cute bubbly young women. To my right was a tall blond freckled woman from Nebraska that worked as an academic counselor to sports department at Loyola and to my right was a former college basketball player that was squeeing with joy because she had just seen Shaq and Dwayne Wade in a club in Miami. Between basketball conversations we discussed the devastation to New Orleans. The Loyola woman had arrived in New Orleans 2 weeks before the storm and just got back a couple months ago after the sports program lived a couple other places. She had to pay rent on her apartment the months she wasn’t there or lose it. Rents have skyrocketed. The other woman lives a couple hours away from NO, and her town has an incredible number of new residents that have no interest in going back. I didn’t read my book much.
The drive from New Orleans to Thibodaux was straightforward enough and took less than an hour. I’ll be doing it 3 more times in the next few days. It will be a bit worse now that I know there are 2 huge scary heart stopping overpasses. After I left the airport I obediently followed my directions and exited the highway to go to 90 West. Of course there is no warning that you are about to be forced to go over the crazy high overpass precariously perched on flimsy concrete pillars. I stared at the roadway immediately in front of me without a glance to either side or straight ahead into the void. Just as I breathed the sigh of relief and survival I see that immediately ahead there is a huge frelling bridge! When I drive with my husband he does the bridges and I close my eyes. Closing the eyes didn’t seem the best plan so I annoyed the other drivers (thankfully a slow Sunday) and drove less than the 70mph speed limit while staring at the pavement immediately in front of me. Eeeek. I can hardly wait to do this again tonight, in the dark. The next 2 trips Sheila will be here and I get to close my eyes.
After getting settled in to the hotel and checking out the office where I will be working the next few days I headed downstairs for a bite to eat. Two ways to know I am not in a restaurant at home. Smoking section inside the restaurant! Not outside under a canopy or something. Inside. Huh. Also, they don’t serve wine on Sunday. Well, you know for sure now that I’m not moving to Thibodaux Louisiana.
