Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm 39 today. It is a weird number for me--it seems sooooo fucking old to me. Sort of 'final' in a way. And I know, it's really not a big deal and that 40 is not technically OLD, but it's my brain and I can't make it think any other way. See, I don't actually feel like an adult most of the time. It is almost foreign to me that I have a child about to start high school and I don't have anymore babies...and never will. I am insanely immature. When I see someone like Heidi Klum or some wunderkid business magnate and realize that I am OLDER than them, it just blows my mind. I simply do not feel like a grown-up. I realized the other day that I don't refer to myself as a woman, but as a girl. There's some therapy need, ya think?
W. and I do low key birthdays mainly because we're pretty much always wiped out in March (property taxes) and June (summer, no pay, live off savings), so I don't really get gifts much anymore, which is okay by me. I was given some gift cards yesterday at work by three co-workers (Itunes and Wal Mart), which was very sweet and really made my day. I do love to shop, of course. MIL and my parents will give me money unless I specify something that I really want, but I can never think of anything that I truly NEED. This year is no different. I can't think of what to ask for, so I always end up with cash. I think this year I will pick a store and ask for gift cards if I can't think of an object; otherwise, I know myself well enough to know that my birthday gift will end up being my cell phone bill or groceries or something like that. I rather feel like I should begin looking to acquire more grown-up things...I just can't think what they might be, lol. I have no hobbies to speak of, I don't need any clothes other than a winter coat and a new bathing suit, I have enough makeup for three women (see, I'm trying)...what to get?
So here's my question--what would you ask for as a bday gift? A realistic one--not an Italian villa or Brad Pitt. Give me some ideas---I need to be inspired.
I'm going to make this year positively awesome. I am bound and determined to be one of those people that everyone hates--"No way she's forty...she doesn't look 30!"--okay, that may be a bit optimistic, lol, but I'm going to work my ass off figuratively and literally this year and make forty look fabtabulous...after I finish eating the cookies that W. made for me, of course.
W. and I do low key birthdays mainly because we're pretty much always wiped out in March (property taxes) and June (summer, no pay, live off savings), so I don't really get gifts much anymore, which is okay by me. I was given some gift cards yesterday at work by three co-workers (Itunes and Wal Mart), which was very sweet and really made my day. I do love to shop, of course. MIL and my parents will give me money unless I specify something that I really want, but I can never think of anything that I truly NEED. This year is no different. I can't think of what to ask for, so I always end up with cash. I think this year I will pick a store and ask for gift cards if I can't think of an object; otherwise, I know myself well enough to know that my birthday gift will end up being my cell phone bill or groceries or something like that. I rather feel like I should begin looking to acquire more grown-up things...I just can't think what they might be, lol. I have no hobbies to speak of, I don't need any clothes other than a winter coat and a new bathing suit, I have enough makeup for three women (see, I'm trying)...what to get?
So here's my question--what would you ask for as a bday gift? A realistic one--not an Italian villa or Brad Pitt. Give me some ideas---I need to be inspired.
I'm going to make this year positively awesome. I am bound and determined to be one of those people that everyone hates--"No way she's forty...she doesn't look 30!"--okay, that may be a bit optimistic, lol, but I'm going to work my ass off figuratively and literally this year and make forty look fabtabulous...after I finish eating the cookies that W. made for me, of course.
Labels: burning questions, celebration
I'm not even close to being ready to go to London in about ten days--I'm a loser--BUT, I did dust off my London blog and post something, so the pre-trip festivities can begin. It's over at Kim in London. I guess I could move that to my own server. Maybe after I take a nap. Spring Break has officially started and I think I need to take a little rest.
SPRING BREAK MAKES ME VERY, VERY, VERY HAPPY!
SPRING BREAK MAKES ME VERY, VERY, VERY HAPPY!
Labels: bloggish, celebration, travel
It's been a strange day, this, my 38th birthday. Good God, that looks really old. Anyway, my morning started off fairly well--got up on time, was ready for work early, no rush. Nice. Then I get to school and the first thing up is an exam for my British Lit class. One of the students happend to come up to me just before the class started and ask me a question about a worksheet that she had. At first I answered her without really thinking, then it dawned on me--the sheet she was showing me was an old copy of the exam. WHAT THE HELL? After a couple of questions, I quickly discovered that no student foul-play had occurred. What HAD occurred?
Tuesday, my sub gave the students my old copy of the exam as a freaking study sheet.
Yes, they had the first FIFTY questions from the exam to look at for two damn days and memorize--it was all matching. I could have spit nails. This meant that I had to create a new fifty questions for them super-fast. Lovely. I frantically did it while they were in the library and managed to cobble together something that they could use. Naturally there were some mistakes and I ended up kicking out one page of it mid-test. Eventually, I deduced that I had left the papers with the study sheets and she somehow thought that I hadn't gotten copies made for them. Whatever. It worked out.
The restof the day was okay---I had a dozen chatty freshmen girls at the end of the day and they nearly drove me to pull my hair out, but other than that, it was okay.
Until I realized that I'd lost my cell phone. Fuck.
Off to Wal Mart to see if I could get a new phone. They only had two models--one of which was the sucktastic one I have--and both were over $200. Uh, no fricking way. I'll keep looking and deal with the crappy phone for that kind of money.
While at Wal Mart, though, I found some cute t-shirts, so I treated myself, and I also stopped by the hair place to get a travel sized TIGI Maxxed Out hairspray. I'd seen it the other day, so I decided to get it. The problem was, there wasn't a price on it. I asked about it and he clerk said that it must have been part of a gift set. Then she noticed that the nozzle was missing, too. This was actually in my favor because she realized that they couldn't sell it, so she gave it to me. For free. Wooohoooo!
Then I went back to school to try and find my phone and I'll be damned if my alarm code didn't work. Fanfuckingtastic. I hauled ass out of the building and went home to call our school resource officer and let him know that I might have set it off. He informed me that our codes had all been modified. Well, it would have been nice if someone had told me.
So, as of right now, I sit here with highlights on my hair, watching Survivor on DVR while everyone else is asleep. No phone, but I do have free hairspray, so I suppose all is well in my world.
Labels: celebration, hair stuff, my life, ramble, rant
Congrats to The Dixie Chicks for winning:
Song of the Year
Record of the Year
Country Album of the Year
Country Song by a Duo or Group
Album of the Year
tonight at the Grammys. I don't usually care if a song has a message or a point or meaning, but this one does and it gets me every time I listen to it. Kudos to them for recording the best fuck-you-idiots anthem in the history of music and for not backing down on their opinions. Everyone is entitled to speak her mind, whether folks agree or not and to suggest that they should be arrested, maimed, killed, etc. is just beyond insane. It's a sad commentary on myriad things that are wrong with the thought-police mentality that has swept through this country lately--this Stepfordian attitude that we must all look, act, think and love just alike or else we're not only wrong, but we're unAmerican, terrorists or devil worshipers. Enough.
Damn straight. Sing it, girls. Sing it loud. Not everyone that listens to country music or lives in a red state thinks that opinions in women are somehow offensive.
VIDEO REMOVED BECAUSE THE MUSIC WAS NONSTOP.
Song of the Year
Record of the Year
Country Album of the Year
Country Song by a Duo or Group
Album of the Year
tonight at the Grammys. I don't usually care if a song has a message or a point or meaning, but this one does and it gets me every time I listen to it. Kudos to them for recording the best fuck-you-idiots anthem in the history of music and for not backing down on their opinions. Everyone is entitled to speak her mind, whether folks agree or not and to suggest that they should be arrested, maimed, killed, etc. is just beyond insane. It's a sad commentary on myriad things that are wrong with the thought-police mentality that has swept through this country lately--this Stepfordian attitude that we must all look, act, think and love just alike or else we're not only wrong, but we're unAmerican, terrorists or devil worshipers. Enough.
It's a sad, sad story
That a mother will teach her daughter
that she ought to hate a perfect stranger.
And how in the world
Can the words that I said
Send somebody so over the edge
That they'd write me a letter
Saying that I better shut up and sing
Or my life will be over
Damn straight. Sing it, girls. Sing it loud. Not everyone that listens to country music or lives in a red state thinks that opinions in women are somehow offensive.
VIDEO REMOVED BECAUSE THE MUSIC WAS NONSTOP.
Labels: all the cool kids like Dweeze use video, celebration, kudos, serious
