Yes indeed. this article talks about guy who has been a college student for … are your ready? … drum roll … ELEVEN years.
Thank you, Brandon. Thank you very much for your four year UCLA experience. :-)
And Kelsey, you appear to be on track too.
Whew!
(If, however, any of our children choose the eleven+ year experience, they can experience much of that with their own money! ;-) )
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Since I had to drop some things off for Jameson I decided that I’d try again for a pair of shoes. After all, my hair looked good, so maybe that would make shoes look better too …? Okay. Not very sound logic. But it’s my logic. So there.
Hah.
Tried Macy’s. Nothing. Tried Easy Spirit and found a very good pair of walking shoes (which I also need), but no dressier shoes. I finally went to the store down our street and figured if I had to pay nearly $200 for a pair of shoes it would be worth it to get this over with. But THOSE shoes don’t even fit my stupid feet.
Feet are a pain in the … in the … well, feet, I guess.
So for now I’m giving up. I have a pair of shoes that feels wonderful, but the toe is nearly worn through. I’ll just wear those and deal with it. Sigh.
And yes, this blog is all about me, me, me today. There you go.
(I think I want to go out to dinner … I’ll pay. After all, I’m not buying shoes, or so it appears.)
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Now anyone who has known me for a good amount of time knows that I used to be the Shopping Queen. Or at least a princess. But that is no longer the case.
I went to Oakridge, thinking to avoid the overwhelming size of Valley Fair. (I find that the size and the noise make me crazy.) First it was a simple task at Target: find a card. That was easy. Then it was off to look at shoes.
Ugh.
I am no longer a shopper. I couldn’t handle it. After looking at a few pair at one store, I headed to Macy’s. No one there likes to help me … maybe I don’t look like a serious shopper or something. But there weren’t any shoes there that I wanted to try on anyway. I headed to one more store, and quickly ran through it.
And that was enough.
I didn’t try ONE pair of shoes on. Yikes. What a failure.
I think the next time I head on out I’ll “arm” myself; I think if I dress better and look like I mean business I might just do a better job. I really have to get some shoes before Les Mis begins. I also need a new pair of black pants. So I’d just better get with the program and do the shopping thing for “real”. Maybe with the “ammunition” of dressing nicer my mission will be accomplished.
I really have no choice.
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You say grace before meals. All right.
But I say grace before the play and the opera,
And grace before the concert and the pantomime,
And grace before I open a book,
And grace before sketching, painting,
swimming, fencing, boxing, walking, playing, dancing;
And grace before I dip the pen in the ink.
-G. K. Chesterton (1874-1936)
(I found this at A Circle of Quiet … thanks!)
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when a chicken crosses the road?
Ticket the darn thing, of course!
But some chickens get off the hook.
RIDGECREST, Calif. – A chicken that got a ticket for crossing the road has clawed his way out of it. The $54 citation for impeding traffic was dismissed Friday after Linc and Helena Moore’s attorney argued that the fowl was domesticated and could not be charged as livestock.
Ah yes. this makes perfect sense. (Registration required to read, but it’s free and I’ve never been hassled by the Merc.)
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I’m being bombarded by our neighbor’s music. I’m sure he isn’t even aware of it; I went outside and it really isn’t all that loud. It’s just that the bass comes into our family room loud and strong. I think it vibrates through the floor. What a nuisance.
So I’ve cranked up the TV (I’m watching the GIANTS) in order to not hear the bass quite so much, but it’s still annoying. These are the times I really wish we could move. I’d like to live just a bit further from neighbors. And I’d like to have a smaller yard. Hmmm. How does one reconcile those two things? I’m not exactly sure. I suppose the best answer is to live in the mountains where we do have space, but we aren’t expected to have a perfect garden and yard. That might do the trick.
Now we just have to rob a few banks to get some money for this! If we get enough we might even get a car so Jameson could drive himself to all his activities once he gets his license. Hmmm. That’s a good idea, eh?!
Or not. (The robbing the bank thing, that is. I think the move and the car are great ideas. Just not affordable ones!)
Oh … more important news, though … TODAY is:
Return of the Slugs Day (say WHAT?!)
Great American Grump Out Day (not a problem for moi!)
National Senior Health (not there yet although I feel close to it)
and Fitness Day (FORGET IT! It’s Saturday, I taught two students, I’ve done laundry, I’ve shopped and played taxi driver, and now I’m resting before the concert)
News you can use. Provided by yours truly.
I’m all alone here at home; Dan is on a mini-vacation, Brandon is working, and Jameson is at a show at school. I’ll try to stay out of trouble. ;-)
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