Wednesday, November 02, 2005

A is going crazy

Poor A, the child hates being home. She is so bored. Monday we carved pumpkins and went trick or treating in the shopping center AND the neighborhood. Tuesday I needed to rest but she didn't. Today she got to play at the gym while I exercised. I get tired of hearing how bored she is. Bored is a luxury reserved for the very young.
It was another momentous occasion today as we made it to the gym. I went to the ten o'clock cycle class and the instructor asked me if I was new. I started laughing.

He said, "Have I asked you that before?"

I said, "This is the third time."

He asked my name and said he wouldn't forget again. I told him I would dye my hair pink so as to confuse him. It's almost worth doing to make my point, but wouldn't I look like a huge walking case of mid-life crisis?

I couldn't find any good exercise pants this morning so I wore a pair that is pretty ratty. I had a stained shirt and no make-up. I couldn't find one of my well-fitting bras so I put on one of my comfortable ones. Those are the ones that are way too big and really don't do much supporting. When we pedaled fast, I was trying not to bounce, but the boobages still flopped around like a couple of tube socks filled with flubber. J deserves all the thanks for pointing out to me how much they bounce when I'm going faster than a walk. She told me I look like a cartoon caricature. My children keep me humble.
Every morning I drive J to school. Almost every one of these mornings we see a very old man walking down the road. He's hunched over. His left arm is always up to his coat. I thought he was holding his coat closed before, but am now pretty sure that's the way his left arm is. He pushes along on his way to wherever it is he goes. I think maybe he is walking to the corner store.

J and I have been watching him at least a year. I don't know if he lost his license or just likes to walk but we both admire his spirit. Every day he is out there slowly making his way to his destination. That is one determined man.
One other thing we did today in addition to the gym was go to a "Toys That Teach" store today to purchase a Christmas present for SJ. There was a HUGE stuffed dragon that A wants for Christmas. It is already impossible to walk in her room past all the junk and I hate stuffed animals. Nothing on her Christmas list is small and unobtrusive this year. Sigh.
Today's paper had an article reporting that stamps will be going up another two cents in January. This is yet another reason to pay your bills online. Of course, shipping packages is still insanely expensive. I can remember when a stamp was thirteen cents. I bet some of you can remember farther back than that.
Another article I read a few days ago was about a man who got in trouble for possessing child porn. I don't know about other states, but in California, trading child porn with others is only a misdemeanor. Can this be right? Did I read it correctly?

Insider trading is a felony, right? But having pictures of naked kids isn't? I know which kind of criminal I feel more threatened by.
On Behind the Stove, some of the word verification words were posted and it was suggested to make up meanings for them. My next suggestion is inspired by that.

A asked me this morning what SPD stood for. I didn't know - Stinky Poopy Diaper maybe? So I am posting random letters, and anybody that wants to, can guess what they stand for. There are no incorrect answers.


Go for it.


Blogger OldHorsetailSnake said...

Ha! Ol' Hoss remembers PENNY POSTCARDS!

8:26 AM  
Blogger Mad Rabbit said...

I remember 6 cent letters and 10 cents for Airmail. I will get to the acronyms a little later.

9:35 AM  
Blogger nobody1001 said...

At least we have boob enough to bounce. When I was a kid, stamps were 4 cents. FOM- from old moms
BRA-big round ass USK-ugly, sucky Kandy Korn BFS-Bad frigging season LMP-loud mouthed pissant
RSA-real shitty a--hole

12:37 PM  
Blogger Carolyn said...

Nobody, are you perhaps in a bad mood today? A shrink would have fun showing you inkblots, methinks.

1:43 PM  

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