I’ve missed you! I haven’t written to you since June, Blogary. JUNE! Have you missed me?! Thank goodness you are unable to respond. I always forget to live by the saying, “don’t ask questions you don’t want the answers to.”
Blogary, I feel giddy! No worries, I won’t break out into song, singing ‘I feel pretty’ from Westside Story. Although, I do feel like running and dancing for jooooy!
Not only did I find out one of my nieces reads my blog [Shout-out to one of my nieces!!], but also Blogary, Fall is here! Fall! People are wearing jackets, long sleeves and sweatshirts! As I type, I am wearing a long sleeve shirt under my short sleeve shirt. I love Fall!
When my youngest woke up this morning, Blogary, he told me he put on his underwear while in bed and under his covers. He said it was too cold to get dressed outside his covers. And my oldest? My oldest asked me if he could bring a jacket to school today, because he was a little cold yesterday. “Jackets are allowed at school,” he says to me.
There is a crispness in the air. The sky is a bluer blue. And, extra blankets are needed on the bed. Giddy. I am giddy. Now, as fall develops and moves into winter, this house will become quite cold. Until we replace the windows, Blogary, Summers are hot inside the house, and Winters are cold inside the house. Although working at home when it is cold outside leads to cold finger tips tapping the computer keyboard, the mornings and nights are spent comfortably snuggled on the couch with warm blankets.
Blogary, I find it much easier to stay warm when the temps are cold than staying cool when the temps are hot. With cold temperatures come countless ways to stay warm. Layers are endless, but naked? Yeah, naked ends at naked.
Yes, I feel energized! Well, actually, I’m still the ‘basically lazy, turtle-neck loving, ice cream addict who needs to get off her butt and exercise’ freak. (Which is better than a ‘sexist, egotistical, lying, hypocritical bigot’.) But, with the temperatures cooling and the colorful, but dead, leaves falling, I feel . . . alive! I feel rejuvenated! In fact, I think I will go for a walk today, Blogary. Ha ha ha ha ha! Oh. I crack myself up.
Last night, before I turned off my bedside light, I listened to my NOAA weather radio/alarm. While listening to the current weather conditions and forecast for the days ahead, I realized (with great clarity) that I really am a geek. I turned off my weather radio and bedside light, snuggling into bed with a smile, fully comfortable with my geekness.
This morning, Blogary, as happens every week day morning, I woke up to my radio alarm, which is set to AM 750 WSB. Though the alarm is set for 6 a.m, I stay in bed until 6:50 a.m., so I can hear Scott Slade speak with Jamie Dupree, their Washington insider. Around 8:20 a.m. this morning, my phone rang. Thanks to caller-ID, I saw the caller was my neighbor calling from her cell phone. I answered the phone, and my neighbor quickly asked, “Is it going to rain on me?”
My neighbor was in the middle of her morning walk with her two girls. She knew, if anyone could tell her about the weather, I could tell her about the weather. And, I quickly assured her, the radar was clear and she would stay dry during her walk. I also informed her that, though it was cloudy, there was only a 30% chance of rain today.
While in school, I was a wallflower. And, while in school, I didn’t much like being a wallflower. However, once I entered college, I found tapping into my confidence and shedding my ‘wallflowerness’ an easier thing to do. I was still different, but I was becoming comfortable with being different. In fact, because I lack subtly, my attempts to be like others seemed klutzy and lacked grace. To this day, if I try to mingle amidst the ‘cool’, I fail miserably. I am not a good faker.
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Blogary, please don’t take my wallflower snip-it to be full of self-pity and sadness. To the contrary, I love the fact that I am a geek. Oh, and I should clarify, the word ‘geek’, as it pertains to me, is defined as “an enthusiast or expert especially in a technological field or activity.” Though I don’t claim to be an expert, I do claim to have an enthusiasm for weather, astronomy, organic farming and . . . ice cream.
I also have an enthusiasm for talk radio, which makes me roll my eyes as I type. [Even I don’t understand me, all the time.] As a kid, I remember riding in the car with my Dad. My Dad would turn on the radio, setting the volume loud enough to know the radio was playing but not loud enough to hear what was on the radio. So, though I couldn’t hear what was being discussed on the radio, I could tell my Dad had the radio set to a talk show on the AM radio band.
My Dad typically had the radio set to AM 750, though WGST 640 would also be heard on occasion. Anyway, I remember hating talk radio as a kid. And yet today, I prefer talk radio to other types of radio stations; and, I have preferred talk radio for the past 20 years. Perhaps, talk radio has taken preference in my life because when one is working in an office, talk radio seems less distracting than music, as background noise. (Though accessing an AM station within the metal office walls of corporate America is a difficult task in and of itself.)
Jamie Dupree, Neal Boortz and Royal Marshall at the Democratic National Convention
Blogary, don’t look to me to hear about the latest in entertainment news, unless it involves John Cusack, Ed Norton or Nicolas Cage. [Speaking of John, note to self: Add ‘Hot Tub Time Machine’ to Netflix queue, preparing for the DVD release in June.] However, if you want to babble about the weather, science, the politics discussed by Jamie Dupree or the insults/controversy Neal Boortz spewed this week on his talk radio show, I’m your geek. And, I’m a smiling geek. Oh, please don’t talk to me about physics, I don’t have the time or energy for that matter. (hee, hee, just a little attempt at physics humor. I won’t quit my day job, thanks.)
OK, I best get back to my paid gig. Plus, Neal Boortz’s information overload hour will start soon, and I want to listen to Neal and Jamie talk about today’s political headlines.
Me and the boys enjoying my birthday, while the oldest keeps his eye on the prized ice cream pie.
The word of the day today is ‘giddy’. According to Merriam-Webster, the #2 definition of giddy is a : lightheartedly silly :frivolousb: joyfully elated :euphoric. I am feeling very giddy today, and I am having a hard time staying focused on work. Why? Because it is snowing outside. I am like a kid in a candy store, when it is snowing outside. I live in GA, and we don’t get too many snowy days.
My husband is working from home today. He’s not home due to the snow, though it is certainly nice he is home on a snow day. He works from home on Tuesdays and Thursdays. I think I might be getting on my husband’s nerves, just a bit. I keep calling out to him saying things like: “I love the snow!” “Look at the snow!” “I love that I can sit here, work and watch the snow fall!” “Look! It is still snowing!”
Yes, I do believe I am getting on my husband’s nerves. While he was washing his breakfast dishes, I came up to him, grabbed his arm, started jumping and said, “I’m so glad it is snowing!” My husband is putting up with me today. When he works from home, he typically goes down in the basement to work. However, today he is sitting and working at the dinner table. And, from where he is sitting, he can look out and see the snow blanket our backyard. He likes the snow, too; he is just better at controlling his excitement. (He’s an engineer, and I believe controlling emotions is a common trait for engineers.)
Oh and yes, you read the above correctly. My husband was washing his breakfast dishes. Something tells me that sentence was noticed by many readers. Yes, I am thankful my husband washes his dishes. Yes, I know what I have. And, yes, I am glad our relationship continues to improve.
Giddy. I am joyfully elated. If my joy could be illustrated, it would be a variety of bright colors scribbled scrabbled with curves, circles, dots and smileys. I might have to throw in a few stars, too.
Part of the giddiness is due to my birthday, which was yesterday. I had such a nice time with my boys and my husband. My husband took some great pictures of the boys and I, while singing happy birthday and blowing out the candles. He has greatly improved his photo taking skills. The shots he took last night are definite keepers. I went through the pictures over and over again last night, smiling with every shot. And, when I went to bed, I thanked my husband again for taking such great pictures, while falling asleep with a smile on my face.
I planned on attaching a picture of giddiness to this post. But, I think I am going to post a picture from my birthday celebration last night. I’m not even sure it is the best of the bunch taken, but I do believe the picture is lightheartedly silly. Look at how my oldest son is eying the ice cream pie. His eyes aren’t closed, I promise you. My oldest takes after me, with his love for ice cream. Both boys take after me with their giddiness, too. Perhaps, my husband’s influence will keep the boys balanced, as I can teeter on the border of mania.
The snow continues to fall, and the butterflies in my belly continue to flutter. I just yelled out to my husband that it is snowing. His response? He smiled and played along by saying, “It is? Imagine that!” I need to remember moments like this when I am having a bad day. I hope you have a good day today. If you are feeling challenged and teetering on a bad day, I hope this helps you recall a giddy day in your life. We all have giddy days; the key is remembering the giddy days while in the midst of a bad one.
Blogary, I feel giddy! No worries, I won’t break out into song, singing ‘I feel pretty’ from Westside Story. Although, I do feel like running and dancing for jooooy!
Yes, I feel energized! Well, actually, I’m still the ‘basically lazy, turtle-neck loving, ice cream addict who needs to get off her butt and exercise’ freak. (Which is better than a ‘sexist, egotistical, lying, hypocritical bigot’.) But, with the temperatures cooling and the colorful, but dead, leaves falling, I feel . . . alive! I feel rejuvenated! In fact, I think I will go for a walk today, Blogary. Ha ha ha ha ha! Oh. I crack myself up.
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