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Time to start thinking about CHRISTMAS, folks. Don’t believe me? Ask your favorite retailers… they’re getting started already. I’m sure dear Wally World is starting to make room in the garden department!
Matt has the whole day off today. I wanted to go to the local amusement park (no, not Kennywood, silly people, the LOCAL park, Waldameer) today, but it’s supposed to storm off & on all day and who wants to deal with that while trying to ride roller coasters?
Instead, we’re going to head to the local “big mall” (good ol’ Mill Creek) and get a head start on Christmas. My hope is that most of the last minute back to school purchases have been made & we can shop with limited distractions.
I’m feeling the Catholic Guilt kicking in about shopping on a Sunday. Perhaps today should be the day that dh learns how to pray the Rosary. It’s something he’s going to have to learn sooner or later, especially if he’s going to go on the March with me in January, and I think it would be a wonderful thing to do on “long” car trips. Lately, if it’s not somewhere right in town, every car trip is a “long” car trip. Even on the trip to our parents’ houses, I can get in two sets of mysteries.
Time to get ready for Mass! (pray for me! in our new parish, everyone stands too much & kneels too little… that’s another entry for another day, though)
P.S. You know you’ve moved way to far north when ERIE is the “local” stuff and Pittsburgh is “far away”! I have to admit that Erie is really probably only 20 minutes closer, depending on where you want to go.
Today, I’m difficult to live with. Eating is not appealing, though I wouldn’t mind a pint of cookie dough ice cream from Katie’s Korner, and I have an overwhelming urge to listen to the Sister Act soundtracks whilst playing Sims, on the laptop, in bed.
The reality of it all? I’m off to eat ham & eggs for dinner. Isn’t being a girl great?
Just a quick, and mostly meaningless, post on this rainy Friday.
Shoes are highly over-rated. I think I ought to go to work barefoot today. Too bad that doing such a thing might get me fired.
Some people just really don’t know when to quit. I have one word for those people: STALKER.
Thank you and have a pleasant Friday!
We’ve had a landline for a little over a month now. And we get a LOT of phone calls. This would be a very exciting thing, except that the calls are almost never for us. Between the telemarketers (soon to cease, thanks to NoCallsPlease.com) and the “oops, sorry, wrong number” calls, we’re also consistently receiving not-so-pleasant calls for Tyson & Bonnie *last name withheld to protect the guilty*. We’ve received calls for them from the doctor’s office, as well as at least two different collection agencies, and one other company calling about a bill. Last night, however, takes the cake.
I went to bed early with the promise that I’d be awakened if Paul Hamm was kicking @$$. I was in bed a mere 20 minutes when the phone rang. I got up to ask my dear husband who was calling at this obscene hour (about 10:20pm, EST), and as I’m opening the bedroom door, I hear Matt finishing the call. He tells me that the police department from the next municipality over was on the phone. Says the officer was looking for Tyson & Bonnie. So last night Matt got to tell a police officer that he had the wrong phone number. Hind sight, I think he should have asked the officer if we should be alarmed by the number of calls we’ve received for them.
I, personally, am concerned. Do you remember when the Camdens made Mary go live with the Colnel & Ruth? Do you remember why? Let me refresh your memory. Mary had to go live with the Colnel & Ruth in evil, snowy Buffalo because she was BAD. Part of her trouble was that she was in debt. Right before she got sent off to Buffalo, a collection company called the house looking for her. Poor Lucy picked up the phone, and the collector insisted that Lucy was actually Mary. HALF OF THE EPISODE was Lucy being harrassed by the collector who refused to believe that Lucy was Mary’s sister and not Mary at all. If we didn’t have caller ID I’d be really really worried that I might pick up the phone someday & the person on the other end refuse to believe that I’m not Bonnie. And I promise you that I’m NOT Bonnie. We have two lovely Bonnies at work already… we don’t need a third just yet. So yeah, my fear is probably largely a result of watching too much 7th Heaven, but it’s still a fear.
*Edited to add, I’m really not that stupid… I promise that I know that just because something happens on 7th Heaven that it won’t necessarily happen in real life. Is a girl not allowed to have ridiculously crazy worries anymore??
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