|Cleaning out the mental attic
||[Sep. 12th, 2008|08:16 am]
I can't do the "secret question" meme. Too hard, too long and I started to stress out...|
I'm still a little traumatized that so many people listed me as the most grown-up person on their LJ. After having spent the week hearing one of my colleagues bemoan the fact that she's turning 30...I now, at 45 and grown-up, feel old. I thought that not having children retarded my maturity, but apparently it snuck up on me anyway. Sniff. I will require much flirting this weekend so that I can at least console myself that if I HAD had children, maybe I'd still fall into the MILF category. And thank goodness I don't live in West Virginia or ALASKA, where I could actually be considered a GILF. Yikes.
I kept typing attict and it took great effort to repair. Freudian slip? There were jokes here but I've been struggling with this entire sentence, so instead of making addict jokes, I'm going to sigh about what a long day it's going to be now that I'm having a finger-dyslexic day...Here's to two days of not having to type anything!
One of my praying mantis babies has been keeping company with us the past two nights. Night before last, he spent most of the evening clinging to the picture window, nabbing moths and other critters. Last night, he took up post on the mailbox underneath the porch light, which I left on all night so that he could feast. Hey, it's just a birdfeeder of a different kind! He's a fine specimen -- beautiful green, russet sides, and shiny shoebutton black eyes. It was all I could do to not capture him and bring him inside just to look at him at length. But he had business to do and I wanted to give him the best chance of being the Dad of this year's brood. While I had nothing to do with the fact that I had dozens of egg cases and thousands of baby mantids in my front garden this year, I still feel as proprietary as if they were a flock of chickens. Other than not using pesticides/herbicides of any kind, being careful when I pruned and willing to have my virburnums look funky in order to preserve egg cases, I still feel like Mom.
Meeting with customers yesterday and one of the guys had a commemorative sweatshirt on, navy blue with a NYFD insignia all over it, including an embroidered patch on the arm facing out of the conference room. Afterwards, my boss said he went by quickly and thought "What are the police doing here?" Noticed that I was in there and then thought "holy crap, I wonder what she's done now?" I don't think it's a good sign that that was his first thought.
If you're a steak person, now might be a good time to stock your freezer. Prices on beef are expected to rise. Not like crazy, omg, buy a cow, it's going up the way gas went up...don't panic! This is a normal market rise. But rise it is, and I lurve me some rib-eyes, so I'm picking me up a big pack of rib-eyes at Costco this afternoon, while they're still a relative bargain. Also a good time to stock up on white meat chicken.