Kind of Like Speed Dating But With Bullet Points Instead of Questions

It’s rare that I simply post a bunch of things that are going on in my life, because that’s just not my writing style, but it will be today. I have so any thoughts pinging around in my head, I can’t seem to focus on any one thing in particular, and I’m so busy I can hardly stand still. Hmm. I’m going to schedule a vacation. Alone. Ha ha ha. I crack myself up.

Ready? Set? Go!

-Our weather went from feeling like early spring to mid August overnight. It’s like someone flipped the humidity switch onto “high”. I love summer, so I’m not complaining, but my body has not acclimated to it yet, and when you add hot flashes? Holy cow! I’m gonna have a lot of shirts and dresses with yellow stains under the arms this year. On the up side, I could use some new clothing.
-The season finales to my favorite TV shows have been outstanding. Grey’s Anatomy? Great. While the whole premise of a hospital shooter making it to each and every floor before getting taken down was totally unrealistic, it still had me on the edge of my seat. I was all, “Oh my gosh he killed HER!” and “He just shot HIM!” and “I can’t look; he’s pointed a gun to Bailey’s head!!” Silly or not, it was an entertaining two hours, and I’m relieved McDreamy didn’t kick the bucket, especially since all of my favorite eye candy on Lost is now gone from television.
-Everybody’s debating the ending to Lost to which I say, “People, shut your trap and focus on the economy!” Hubby and I have watched Lost for six years, and you can count on one hand the number of episodes we missed. I liked the ending. Watching the characters pass over into the afterlife together, reunited with their loved ones satisfied me emotionally. I didn’t need all of the answers. Of course, that’s probably because I’m an emotional thinker. I scored a capital “E” with an underline and an exclamation point on that portion of the Meyer’s Briggs personality test. I suspect the folks who liked the ending are like me and the folks who didn’t are engineers and other sorts of folk who are most comfortable when there is an answer to everything and the rules are followed. Ha! I’m a rule breaka’.
-If you do not watch Breaking Bad, you are missing out. It is one of the best shows on television. The premise of a financially strapped high school chemistry teacher who resorts to making meth to provide for his family before he dies of cancer is just superb. It is smart, funny and well acted. The moral dilemmas this character deals with are fascinating, and I haven’t missed one episode of this show. Can I get an amen for DVR? I have been on the edge of my seat all season long now that he’s in over his head with these big time drug distributors. Run to the Big Red Box, rent the first seasons and catch up on this one.
-I don’t watch as much television as this post would lead you to believe. I am one of only two people in the United States who has never watched American Idol. Hubby is the other one.
-The man in front of me at the McDonald’s drive-thru today insisted that his shake be served in the Styrofoam cup because a shake melts too fast in the cardboard cup. I wanted to hop out of my car, shake his hand and say, “It’s not just ME! Someone else demands the Styrofoam cup, too!” After all of those dirty looks from McDonald’s servers I’ve gotten in the last year, I was beginning to think I was difficult.
-Speaking of difficult….Papa T. has been hard to satisfy with dinner lately. I’ve cooked a week of meals that didn’t really suit him for one reason or another. Last night he didn’t like “that *#@% pasta salad” and I didn’t put enough food on his plate. Never mind that he told me last week to cut back because he wanted to watch his weight. Normally, I can overlook it because of his condition, but I’m having a week where I feel like I’m all give, give, give and everyone else is all take, take, take. So for dinner tonight I slapped on my martyr badge, made minute steak with vegetables and piled his plate with enough carbs and meat to pork up half of Philadelphia. I stuffed him tighter than a tick. I’ll be over myself by tomorrow. And feeling very guilty when he complains of indigestion. Please don’t ask me what Jesus would do on this issue, ‘cause I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t stuff Papa T. full of mashed potatoes and minute steak out of spite.
-Today was the last day of school for Teen Angel. She is officially a senior. Somebody get me some smelling salts. I can’t even talk about it at this point.
-Coon in the yard! Coon in the yard! The latest critter to wander up into the backyard was a raccoon the size of Rush Limbaugh. I didn’t see it this morning, but Hubby and Teen Angel did. They said he was the mother of all raccoons. In fact, they even called me at work to tell me about it. Great, one more mouth to feed. Hope he likes minute steak and taters.