Post weekend

Following up on the last post...

So, I did the grocery shopping (I had to go twice, because I forgot some stuff, and then I have to go again on Wednesday for the same reason), and I cleaned the fridge. So, two for four.

Also, the Kansas City Chiefs, my favorite football team, won AGAIN. So we're 4-0, which is crazy, we haven't done this well for a long time.

Weekend!

I am so glad for a weekend with little to nothing to do. I know I should get some things done around the crack den, but inertia will probably win out. Maybe. In case it doesn't, I am putting this short list of things I would like to get done out to the universe:

1. Clean the tile and frame of the kitchen table. We have this table that has slate tile laid in kind of a metal grid, and it gets... well, gross, frankly. I run the tiles through the dishwasher, and clean the grid thing with a brush. Here's hoping.
2. Clean the fridge. This is probably the second most likely job to get done. It just needs the shelves taken out and cleaned, and some expired stuff thrown out.
3. Grocery shopping. I will definitely do this.
4. Yard work/lawn mowing. To be honest, I may bribe the kid to come over from the dorm and do this. We'll see.

I'll check back after the weekend and see how successful I was.

Completely age-inapropriate

Thinks I like that no self-respecting 43 year old should:

• Hello Kitty. Particularly things like This. Yes, I dress like a toddler.
• Glee.
• Biscoff Spread. Yeah, Nutella who? This stuff makes Nutella look like... well, something not as delicious as Biscoff. Try the crunchy.
• Movies targeted to teenagers, from any era. Like Sixteen Candles, Juno, Pitch Perfect, or anything of that vein. Extra points for John Cusack.

Musings on an empty nest

I went out to dinner tonight with a friend and her two year old daughter. I had a lovely time, but being around her sweet little girl made me miss my little girl. My daughter started college about a month ago. Yes, we are the proverbial empty nesters. I know it's a cliche, but it really does go so fast. But, it is so amazing to see our daughter spread her wings and learn to handle everything life throws at her by herself. Such a girl.

The question for me is, now that Mother is not at the top of my job decision, what is? What do I do now? She is not the only one embarking on a new life, I guess I am, too. But what that means remains to be seen.

An Update

Since the first post, five years ago, I finished the Masters program and have started a PhD. I'm about half way through, so I thought I'd blow the dust off this blog (that I started as part of my Masters) and brush up on my writing skills. So here we go (and I promise this one isn't Ambien-fueled... a story for another time).

Scrunchies. Yeah.

I was clearing out some stuff, and opened a drawer in this little roll-around storage thing, and found no fewer than twenty SCRUNCHIES! Remember those? Hair scrunchies? Not only did I drag these around for probably three moves, one of them interstate, but it also means that I hadn't opened that drawer for over a decade or more. I'm starting to worry I'm a hoarder or something.

This Happened.

Oolong is our rabbit. We were thinking that maybe he is lonely, being a solitary rabbit, so we called rabbit rescue places to see if they had an unpaired rabbit looking for a bunny spouse. Well, the rescue person said, we have a few, why don’t you bring Oolong to our rescue, and we’ll see if he takes a shine to any of them.

So, we packed Oolong up, and drove him to the rescue place, about 45 minutes away. Dropped him off, and then went back home. The next morning, we got a call from the crazy rabbit rescue lady. Oolong is upset, and won’t eat, which is bad for a rabbit, because they need food to keep their digestive system going. If they stop eating, their system stops all together.

We go back to the rescue, and go in to see Oolong. He sees Shawn, my husband, and goes ballistic, he is so happy so see him (Shawn is Oolong’s favorite person), he literally JUMPED into his arms, and snuggled right down.

We asked the woman what happened. She said, she put Oolong into a pen with an unpaired female, a large lop who, she admitted, was known to be kind of aggressive. When the lop saw Oolong, a Dutch Mini, she mounted him, grabbed him by the back of the neck, drawing blood, and wouldn’t let him go. Oolong wanted nothing to do with any of the other rabbits after that.

Every time the woman got close to Oolong, he would try to bite her. We looked around a little and left. Oolong remains a rabbit bachelor to this day.

Oolong after a rabbit rock star party. He tore up some magazines, pooped once or twice, and then passed out.

Snoozing.

His Handsomeness.