Meme

A Meme from Sex Ed in Higher Ed. Tag, you are it!

You are supposed to use only one word, with no explanation. You can use more words if you type them together and are a big cheater like me.

Yourself: Tired

Your partner: Sweet

Your hair: Cut

Your Mother: Reliable

Your Father: Variable

Your Favorite Item: Kids

Your dream last night: Interrupted

Your Favorite Drink: Pimms

Your Dream Car: 65Vette

Your Dream Home: Beach

The Room You Are In: Living

Your Ex: Drunk

Your fear: EarlyDeparture

Where you Want to be in Ten Years? NewCareer

Who you hung out with last night: Family

What You're Not: Organized

Muffins: Yes

One of Your Wish List Items: InstantThermometer

Time: Limited

The Last Thing You Did: Nursed

What You Are Wearing: ColdFeet

Your favorite weather: Spring

Your Favorite Book: One?

Last thing you ate: Cheerios

Your Life: Blessed

Your mood: Irritable

Your Best Friends: Distance

What are you thinking about right now: Sleep

Your car: Dented

What are you doing at the moment: Resting

Your summer: Busy

Relationship status: Married

What is on your tv: PBS

What is the weather like: Cloudy

When is the last time you laughed: Today

Appreciating the finer things

When my niece was about three, her dad was gone one evening and my sister said to her "what do you want to do while Daddy is gone? Sit around and watch TV and eat chocolate?"

"YEAAAAHHH," said my niece, her eyes wide and her voice full of wonder, as if to say "I did not even know that was an option!! Wow!!!!"

My niece is 11 now, and about a year ago she said to me "when are you going to start BigSister on chocolate?" as if it was a food group, part of the progression. You know, first you start on vegetables, then fruits, then meats, then chocolate. And at some point, BigSister had chocolate.

I have a confession here. I'm not a chocolate addict. I have respect for chocolate; I like it. But if I'm looking at a dessert menu and there is a chocolate torte or a carrot cake, or lemon sorbet, or pumpkin pie, I might go for any of them.

In my family, though, I'm alone. My husband loves chocolate. My sister loves chocolate. Even my mother, the queen of Scandinavian self-deprivation, loves chocolate.

And I know my children are bitten with the bug now, because last night when my husband started rustling in the Halloween candy my kids came running faster than a cat that hears a can opener.

I guess they've started on chocolate.

Slowly Emerging From Chaos

Our floors are done. Our stove is back in place. We still have a lot of boxes. Here are a few thoughts from our travels.

• One of the relatives we visited had in the basement guest room (among other trash, boxes of textbooks, and non-functional appliances): a can of black pepper, a jar of Folger's decaf, and a container of brewers yeast. Should I therefore not be worried that in the computer room there was a tube of KY jelly?

• At King's Dominion there was an attraction labelled "Witche's Cave." Apparently lack of grammar isn't limited to college students. Why wouldn't you proofread, or at least spell-check, before paying a sign painter?
  

• In the metro, we saw a sign for a local university offering you the chance to "Get your dipoma or MBA." Back when I hired people, if their resume said they had a dipoma I would not have offered them empoyment.

Must unpack boxes now.....