Dumb thoughts: November 2005 Archives

We've all had those days. We've all had those days before THOSE days . . . the days when you just know that what you're preparing to do just isn't a good idea. Monday, I was out with Curly Fry, my youngest, trying to resolve a chronic sinus problem hoping for relief as much as resolution. (Better living through pharmeceutics???) The nice thing about morning appointments is that you get an opportunity to go to lunch and maybe do a bit of shopping, too. It's a nice way to spend a few hours with your kid if you can get away from work.

I kept feeling like our upcoming trip to Michigan for the holiday was just not a good idea - predicted snow emergency notwithstanding. And there was a lot of snow in the forecast for southwestern Michigan - at one point forecasters were predicting 18 inches! But still, snow usually doesn't deter me. Something else was nagging at me. That CF didn't want to go to Michigan seemed a little weird to me.

It's snowing.

I love autumn. I love the changing colors and temperatures, the wind, and the smell of the woods at this time of year. But like all good things, autumn comes to an end sometime.

We cleared out my side of the garage. No longer the space for construction projects, gardening tools, or the place we put the foosball table for the kids' parties. It's now the place for my car. . . and the dirt and snow it tracks in.

It's snowing. And I do love snow! I love the first few weeks of winter, but I guess I'm just not ready to be stuffed into a coat and to have my hands hurt from the cold.

Oh, I know. Quit gripping.

I'll get over it.

I'm so excited!!! I can't get my fingers to type! I have been blogging in my head for weeks - probably months! And, of course, I'm at work so I can't do ANYTHING right now. I feel like I'm goin' on a date with a hot guy - that's how it feels to have a forum for all the stuff that goes on in my head. Hmmm - that's pretty telling . . .I'm getting all worked up about talking on a blog. . . I'm sure my husband wouldn't be too happy about that! In the infamous words of Arnold - I'll be back!