In the Waiting Line

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Mary Had a Little Lamb

My NC friends know that this is a wonderful area to live in. If I ever have children of my own I want them to be raised in an area like this. If you live here you know the pros and cons (weather, friendliness, proximity to mountains, beaches, sports, theater, blah, blah, blah). Where else can you have 80 degrees of steam and then snow in the very same week? If you don't live here you won't be swayed by a few glowing remarks. You just have to experience this place to understand.

My CA friends think I live in some God-forsaken area where I may be the only person who knows how to read, conjugate a verb correctly or count to 100. I think when Kim and her family arrive next month they will be happily surprised to learn that I have indoor plumbing...and shocked to learn I have more bathrooms in my house than they do in theirs.

So, last week my coworker and I are playing the "this headline says it all game" (some headlines on CNN and MSNBC just don't need to be read further) when one pops up on CNN that said something like "Man Arrested with 80 Sheep in House." We laughed at it and went on with our day. Later I learn he lives in Apex (a suburb of Raleigh). No wonder my friends think I'm nuts.

It Ends Tonight

It's a sad day for Canes fans.  I don't know which is worse: having your team sink to the depths in the standings with half a season left to go, or fighting until the 80th game and losing with two games left.  I think I'd rather hang around to the bitter end.  The hardest part, is that today the whole hockey world is using the "f" word* to describe our skaters.  It's simply not true.

Believe we when I say that I know that hockey is not the most important thing in the world.  It's just that the real world is quite scary at times and it's nice to have such an escape from it.  Some days there doesn't seem like anything to look forward to, and then I realize that 7pm isn't far away and another roller coaster ride is about to begin.  I especially love the nights when I get to be in the arena, driving down Creedmoor with my goofy car flags, watching at the parade of red lights racing down the hill...or better yet the ride home with those same cars and flags, after a big win when everyone honks and waves at each other at stoplights.  I'm going to miss it.

Rest well -- we'll see you in October.  It just seems so far away. 

 

*fluke

Martha My Dear

I share my birthday with Martha Stewart and Martin Sheen.  I can't suddenly decide I want to pretend to be the president, so I decided I wanted to learn to cook.  This isn't a new thing, I've been trying new things for a couple of years now.  This weekend I made my mother's meatloaf and a spinach, bacon and Swiss cheese quiche.  Not bad if I do say so myself -- there may be hope for me yet.

Next Contestant

Online dating, or really, online looking and deleting, sucks. I think married people see those happy little commercials on tv and think "everything is so easy now" and they tell their single friends to go try to meet someone online. Then these sad, single people log in for a happy ever after and well....they have no freaking idea. It is not like buying a new cd or a book on Amazon. Wouldn't that be fun -- I'd like a tall, dark and witty man with limited mommy issues and a good job. If junior high wasn't bad enough -- I've been deleted by cowboys who are only five feet tall, a guy who wears his Star Wars costume as a hobby and someone who listed the five things he can't live without as "sex, beer, pizza, sex, and sex." Puh-leeze. As if.