Today I was awakened to the not-so-delightful sounds of enormous dump trucks, (you know the ones that are a dump truck and they haul a trailer behind?) dumping truck load after truck load of dirt behind my house. Then the most incredibly noisey and squeaky (do they not grease the tracks on those things??) grader began shoving the dirt and rocks around. I had to fight the urge to throw a can of WD40 over the fence to the driver. It wasn't even eight in the morning. It wasn't even 7:30 yet. So I reluctantly arose from my bed and cleaned up the kitchen. After it was spotless, I went back upstairs to my freeze-zone (the only room in the house with AC) to do some online banking and make calls to check on medical bills, etc. As I was finishing up, in walks my husband! At first I had a moment of Oh-no-he's-lost-his-job terror. Then it passed after he smiled. Seems they ran out of work for the day. Odd, but then that's Boeing. So hubby was roped into going school cloth
A wife, a mother, a Humor Columnist, Chef, Sea Glass jewelry maker and Author's babblings on life. It's like this...
no one appreciates humor about themselves until they are 30
ReplyDelete17 with big hair - you're moving into second place Pammy.
ReplyDeleteTom, you go for the big haired seventeen year olds, eh? Remind me not to bring my daughter when I come a callin' on you dear.
ReplyDeleteAnna, so true. Most teenagers can't see the humor in themselves, mores the pity. I wish I'd been more carefree when I was that age as well. It's not easy to do.
Carefree teenagers are few and far between around their parents. It used to be the ultimate humiliation to be seen wandering around, say, the mall with my parents. The horror!! Now, my mom is my best friend. Funny how times change. Give her another 12 years and she'll find the "big hair in the middle of nowhere" comment hysterical. :)
ReplyDeletePam, Sorry I haven't commented much on what seems to be a great time across the west.
ReplyDeleteLooking at this pic, though - what a great artistic shot! Wish I could get my staff photographer off his "grip and grin" saddle and work on a neat piece of composition.
I'm not joking either. Just look at it. Girl looking out at the road ahead, with the past wedged neatly in that rear-view mirror.
Jeez, I gotta stop thinking and talking shop.
Janis? Is that you?
ReplyDeleteOh My God!
you know what Pam? I was so insecure growing up, in comparison, I'm actually younger at heart now, because my self esteem has set me free. It's hard to have healthy self esteem at that age. I really think that's what they mean when they say youth is wasted on the young. They're so worried.
ReplyDeleteYou're right Fronty, that is a good picture. I was so fixated on the hair I didn't even look at it.
ReplyDeletePammy, her hair is PERFECT! Nice pic.
ReplyDeleteFronty, you are sweet. I wasn't really trying to make it so beautiful. It just happened that way. Plus I took it with my cell phone camera. Weird huh?
ReplyDeleteVicus, methinks you may be having flashbacks.
Anna, I agree with you totally. Youth is indeed wasted on the young.
Stay-at-home-mommy, I recall going through the not wanting to be seen with the parental units stage.
Carmentza, thank you. Her hair is gorgeous, but you know how teenage girls don't like to do the big hair thing. When my hubby saw the picture he thought it might be me.