6.30.2005

On the 10th day, he strode again

Great news: a phone call from my son last night. After a week and a half in Michigan at my dad's, he hasn't worn out his welcome yet, YES! Looks like plan "ship the kid out and find trouble" is moving along according to schedule!
My father, obviously, is a saint.

"These boots are made for walking, and that's just what they'll do...one of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you."

6.21.2005

Outsourcing

The Plan: my dad and his new wife, both teachers with the Summer off, drove from Michigan to Alabama this weekend to take my 15 year old son back with them (yahooooooo!). My dad will have cheap labor for his canoe livery and my son will have money for more Insane Clown Posse cds. Win-win. It sure sounds a helluva lot more interesting than spending nights on AOL instant messenger and sleeping in 'til noon.

Revision: they think it will last for the summer - I'm hoping for two weeks (I'm a realist). Still, that's fourteen days without that drama queen AND I won't have to cook...I can have beer and popcorn for dinner EVERY night...go gambling in Biloxi. Well, er, actually nothing much will change, but I'm still looking forward to the break.

I will now be under the constant and diligent care of my therapist, Bud Light.

6.16.2005

Fort Savannah

Time for the requisite cat photo - it's been a while and the cats are grumbling.

6.15.2005

Vanity vs. Sanity

I've broken my nose twice. I don't recall the first time, but for the second, I was backstroking my way across the pool during swim team warm-up. Daydreaming, I hoped I would drown after a diver landed on my face. Score: 5.8

As I was adding up my lodging, gas and food receipts from my Florida trip the other week, it occurred to me that I spent more than if I had gotten a nose job, maybe something along the lines of Meg Ryan's cute little button of a nose...or Sharon Stone's. Looks like I'll be living with my twice-broken, slightly crooked, nosebleeding, deviated-septum monstrosity a little longer.

Sometimes being impulsive is not all it's cracked up to be.