Vacation!!

I'm heading out this morning, weather permitting. Going to fly home for a week and catch up with my kids and my friends and my house. I keep trying to juggle the short time I have there, I guess it will be ok. A person can only do what they can do, right?

I could've picked a better time, maybe a warmer time, but I needed to get out of here and re-group. It's been a year and a 1/2 of major changes: different jobs, new place, different climate, two different apartments, school, new friends and I feel like I need to just get back to the place where I spent over half of my life and touch base or touch down. Something to make me come back here with a new energy and a new outlook.

My bags are packed, there's not too much snow on the ground, the cold I've been trying to fend off for a week took this opportunity to settle in and take hold. I'm hoping a nice steamy shower will knock some of it loose and I won't be hacking and wheezing on the airplane. Have you ever sat next to someone like that? I have and I wanted to open a door and bail about half way through the flight. I wonder if they're going to let me take my cough drops on the plane? It would definitely be in their best interests.

Ok, I'm just about ready to head out. Of course the snow had to start again. Nothing in my life is ever easy but it's always an adventure.

See you on the flip side.

My Life Has Carpal Tunnel

Have you ever noticed how much time you spend doing, un-doing and re-doing the same things over and over? I have. As a matter of fact sometimes I lay in bed thinking about it. "Now I'm going to have to make this bed in the morning, I should've just slept on top of the covers."

Does a clean kitchen make you hungry? It does me. As soon as I get my kitchen really clean I want to cook something.

Laundry! I loathe laundry! I gather up all that dirty stuff from my bathroom floor, my bedroom floor, the backs of chairs, on top of the hamper, and of course IN the hamper, shove it into a big blue bag that says "Laundry Bag" on the side (isn't that just adorable?). Then I grab my soap and haul it to the laundry room.

Oh, but first I have to count quarters, find the key to the laundry room and check the time, because my laundry room isn't open until the cleaners get home from church. Seriously? What about us heathens? Why does a laundry room need to be cleaned before I can wash my clothes anyhow? Isn't the fact that it's a laundry room kind of make you think that most stuff in there is pretty clean anyhow?  Personally I prefer to do my laundry by the light of the moon during those odd hours that I am awake because I don't want to mess up my bed or there's still more wine in the box. If I ever get rich I'm buying disposable clothes...

Have you ever cleaned your bathroom and then really had the urge to go to a truckstop to shower and do your morning constitutional because by God you just cleaned all that stuff?

Last week my shower broke. I'm standing there enjoying the warm water and pondering the fact that this "Biggest Loser" guy said the best thing about losing all that weight was that he could now wash his back and wondering if I lose some weight could I wash my back because I haven't been able to reach my back for the better part of my life...but anyhow, suddenly I hear a pop.That little thingamajig that you pull up to make the water come out of the showerhead drops and there is no water coming out of anywhere.

Now you know that had to be a Monday morning, showers never break on Thursdays, but because I am the kind of woman I am I got that sucker to work by fiddling with the handle long enough to rinse off. I remind myself to call the landlady later after they open to get it fixed. All of a sudden I realize I'm going to have maintenance men in my apartment (just the fact that any man is going to be in my apartment kind of freaks me out in a sad sort of way. I cleaned before the delivery man brought my new bed).

So there I am, naked and wet (believe me, it's not as hot as it sounds, but thanks for thinking it might be), scrubbing my tub.

Don't get me wrong, I clean my shower on a regular basis. I even wipe down the walls after my shower to avoid all that stuff that requires scrubbing bubbles (thanks for that tip, Mom), but I don't always move those assorted  half full/half empty bottles of various bodywash, shampoos and conditioners that we women like to collect.

My tub got cleaned, so did my sink and my toilet (for good measure), dirty clothes were removed from the bathroom floor and placed in the hamper and my shower got fixed. Then the lock on my front door broke......

My life has carpal tunnel, I wonder if there is a special kind of brace I could wear?

Monday mornings

Well, it's Monday...again. How does this keep happening? If there was one thing I would eliminate, given the power, it would be Monday mornings. I despise them. I never feel rested, I never get enough sleep and I never get anything done over the weekend that I say I'm going to. Monday mornings are almost always a rude reminder that I spent the weekend being a sloth.

If you're a fan of Monday mornings, please raise your hand.

See, I knew I wasn't alone in this. Mondays suck.

But here I am, in exactly 4 minutes I'm going to get in the shower, shortly after that I'll figure out what I'm taking for lunch, in the mean time I'll be taking one more step toward getting ready to leave the house, because that's what Mondays are, a series of steps designed to get you back into the real world. I want to go back to bed, I want to pull the blankets over my head, I want to call in sick and just stay here ONE MORE DAY.....but I can't and I won't and that just isn't going to happen, so look out world, here I come. Ready or not.

Hi, I'm Kay

Not really, but we'll have more on that later.

I'm single, I'm 50. I have hot flashes and a cat. I'm a walking, talking cliche.

I don't live with my cat because I love cats. I live with my cat because I can't have a dog. I've thought often of getting fish, not because I like fish, but because I think it would give my cat something to do while I'm at work. My cat's name is Zoey and frankly, she's a bitch.

I work. I love my job and I think I'm good at it. I wear a badge and all day long I tell men where to go. It's one of the perks of the job. The other day a guy told me I was single because I'm mean, I told him that he was probably right & then I walked him out the door and sent him on his way.

I am single because I can't find a man that deserves to be in my life, not in that put your toothbrush in my awesome "Starry Starry Night" toothbrush holder cup kind of way. I have men in my life, great men, just none that are mine. Some are relatives, some belong to other women, some belong to other men, none of them belong to me.

I plan on using this wonderful forum to record my thoughts. I'm hoping some people might find them interesting or at least amusing. We'll see.

This is Kay, over and out.