Rigid. Unfriendly. No Surprises There.
You are starch. You are rigid, opinionated,
hard-willed and not too friendly about it. You
keep people out of places, or you keep them in,
and without you a lot of things would collapse.
hopefully you'll never have the authority to
burn people at the stake. Sir. Ma'am.
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Happy Halloween!
Carved by my talented family - not me.
Stress
The other day I went out and bought a 10 pack of Ho-Ho's and immediately ate 5 of them. I didn't even share any of them with my children and am currently in the process of polishing off the last 3.
I don't eat Ho-Ho's unless I'm suffering from sleep deprivation and stress. They're chock full of stuff you should never eat (but chocolately and cakey and yummy at the same time). In my previous life, the only time I would eat them was when I had to do 12 hour shifts during military exercises.
If I start downing them with large quantities of Pepsi, I'll know I've truly crossed into the category of "Stress Bunny." Nothing good can come of that much sugar.
Well, Now I Know for Sure that the 74 Goes Nowhere Near Where I Need to Be
Today I was running a bit behind leaving school, and the younger child had a Halloween Party. Or Harvest Party. Or whatever we're calling them these days. At any rate - the kids all dressed up in costumes and ended up with bags of treats, including candy. Sounds like Halloween to me, but whatever.
Apparently I wasn't paying very close attention to the buses, and got on the 74. All the other "70" buses go down the street where I park my car during the day. (I know it sounds strange, but you have to just trust me that doing this makes total sense). So all of a sudden, we turn onto a street we don't normally turn on. For the first block or so, I figure there must have been an accident and we were just doing a slight detour - something that actually happens pretty often. But no - we keep going, and I realize that this bus is taking me in a direction I don't want to go!
I got off and ended up walking all the way to my car - just in time to see a parking enforcement officer writing me a $38 ticket for being parked during a restricted time. Which I was, so I can't even contest the damned thing.
Great.
Dear Mr. Criminal - Please Use a Knife Instead *
I ride the bus to school most days. The bus company has kindly provided all kinds of things for us to look at so we don't actually have to make eye contact with the other people riding the bus. They have a "Poetry on Buses" series (really), pictures of their Employees of the Year, generic advertisements, and Public Service announcements - all displayed along the inside of the bus on little 18x24 inch (or so) placards.
One of the PSAs proclaims "Use a Gun - Do Extra Time!" Then there's pictures of 4 scowling young gentlemen who all got an extra 5-15 years for using a gun in their crimes. At the bottom it says "Don't Use A Gun!"
This strikes me as more than a little odd. It's almost as if whoever is making this PSA is conceding that they can't actually
prevent people from committing crimes, but they'll at least try to make sure that no one will be shot while being victimized.
I'm thinking that if a lengthy prison sentence (or a general sense of decency) isn't enough of a deterrent to prevent someone from committing a crime in the first place, another couple of years added on just isn't going to make much of a difference.
Also - it doesn't inspire much confidence in me about my fellow bus riders.
* I fully recognize that women are just as capable of being violent felons - I'm just going off the fact that the PSA people chose to portray all their criminals as males. Also, credit to ES for suggesting the title.
Bizarre
There's a long hallway in my school where the second floor hallway overlooks the first floor hallway - a long balcony, if you will. Right now there's about a dozen students who are dropping foam packing peanuts from the second floor at? into? five containers of varying size on the first floor. I have yet to figure out why.
A Good Day in Sports
Last night was my first experience attending a college volleyball game. I was really surprised at how much fun it was. (Doesn't hurt that our team is ranked #1 in their division and won the game).
In other news - the Red Sox continued their winning streak - yay! Sending them good thoughts, karma, or whatever for Game 2!!! I don't know how any of my professors expect me to be prepared for class tomorrow. Of course maybe if I hadn't spent several hours trying to comprehend 1 case in BusOrgs, I would have actually moved on to the reading for my other 3 classes.
Because Nothing Says "I Love You" like "Let's do Laundry Together"
So my better, smarter, and more rational half came back from a weeklong business trip yesterday, and as noted previously, we immediately went out to celebrate my friends' passing the bar. This evening (after I finish studying) we're taking the junior family members to a volleyball game. Clearly, my husband and I are not spending a lot of time together which doesn't involve other people competing for our attention.
This morning as we were getting set to go our separate directions I made the comment that I would like to spend some time with him this weekend too. His reply? "That would be nice. We could do some laundry." Although I recognize the need for clean clothes, somehow that's not exactly what I had in mind. {sigh}
