Miscellaneous and Sundry

The wedding I posted about before is a week and some change away. I hear the ex wants to attend and bring that...woman...but not if I'm going to be there. He says it would be too Jerry Springerish for both his ex-wife and his mistress to be there. I am sort of enjoying putting a kink in the plans for her grand introduction to the extended family. Let them eat cake...

I'm looking forward to spending time with my family back home.

I'm trying to convince my sister that she and I need to do a road trip to Red River, NM over a long weekend just to relax and soak in the mountain air & scent of the pines. I grew up on treeless plains but I get homesick for trees and mountains.

The weather the last two days has been a wonderful reprieve from the stifling heat and humidity we've had of late. I want to move to a place where they have this kind of weather year-round. Barring that, I want to move back to Northwestern New Mexico.

It's all about me Me ME, your humble faux queen

Day before yesterday I came home from walking my dog and couldn't get back in the house. For some reason my key wasn't working. I could hear the lock mechanism tumbling but it wouldn't move the deadbolt. I didn't have my cellphone with me to call anyone. My neighbor managed to get the lock to work about an hour later. It was a miserable time. Kudos to people who can stand to work outside in this heat, there's no way I could manage it on a physical level. I took my phone along on yesterday's walk, but of course the key has worked properly ever since.

(30 minutes after writing the paragraph above)I just got back from today's dog walk. This is a stupid time of day to go but I have school in the morning when it's coolest and this neighborhood scares me after dark, besides the mosquitos are worse then. I am rethinking summer being my favorite season now, at least summers in Texas.

I cannot wait to finish school and enter the workforce. I'm frightened I won't be able to find a job because I have no prior work experience to put on a resume. Is anyone going to hire a soon to be 51 year old without a job history? Also, most want ads I've seen for paralegals normally ask for someone with 2-5 years of legal office experience. I'm hoping the internship I'll do through school this coming school year will help with that. If I was asked to give any advice to young women I'd tell them to get their education, start a career early and never ever trust a man enough to be a stay at home mom. Be your own person and not some man's shadow. I made such stupid mistakes, but I'm working on them.

My summer class ends next week. During the remainder of my summer break I think I will go sit in on some trials.

S.C. Governor Mark Sanford is a pathetic, weak, little man. I haven't seen his news conference but I've heard about it. I hope his adultery was worth ruining his family and career. Too bad all adulterers aren't held up to that kind of scrutiny.

Choose your battles wisely

I was looking at old photos saved on my computer yesterday and came across these eyes. My grandson was about 2 years of age in the photo but those eyes still have the power to melt my resolve 7 1/2 years later. He owns me.
Edit: This photo was taken around the time we were planning a move from the Texas panhandle to New Mexico. My daughter, grandson and soon to be son in law were making the move too, but we neglected to make it clear to my grandson that he was going too because he told his mom he guessed he'd have to find some other family to live with since we were moving. Doesn't that break your heart?

In my college courses I can usually count on, at least, having my age in common with the professor if not with any of my fellow classmates, but that's not the case with the professor of my summer course. This prof. is as cute as a bug's ear and looks like she's about 14 years old, and man, she is an unabashed, agenda pushing, liberal. Sometimes, I think with age comes political wisdom, not that I would consider myself wise, but as one ages I think the idealism of youth is tempered with some practicality.

My daughter and I were discussing road rage and how she struggles with it. She said she'd been talking on the subject with one of her co-workers and he related this story. As he was driving home from work one evening he came upon a slow moving vehicle. The car had its blinker on to turn so he sped up to go around it. The next thing he knew his back windshield was blown out. He thought he'd been shot in the back of the head when shattered glass struck him. When he called the police they said it was probably just some kids with a BB gun. Um, no, the guy found the bullet thingie in his car. Daughter is a nurse at JPS so I am assuming this happened near there. I worry about her in that neighborhood.

If you have ugly monkey toes does polishing your toenails camouflage the ugly or call attention to it?

I just finished Mercy by Jodi Picoult. I love her books. I wish my situation had been resolved the way one of the plotlines in this book was. It's too bad real life can't be tied up in a neat little package of resolved plot scenarios.

Woo hoo, Deryl Dodd fun tomorrow night.

Yeah, and people in hell want ice water...

I was reminded again this morning about the book and dvd set called The Secret. You've probably heard of it, especially since it was touted as the second coming by Oprah about a year and a half ago. I think it's a load of hogwash but I'm not saying it doesn't work. I'm saying it doesn't work in the way it's said to work. It certainly worked for its author; he wrote it all down and has made millions. I'm not saying the power of positive thinking doesn't work either. What I am saying is those that want something badly enough are more apt to work hard to get what they want, and that sometimes those people get what they want due to a sense of entitlement and questionable ethics. Just because you want something doesn't mean you deserve it. Yes, there is a back story for the reason I question the veracity of the book and its teachings but I'm not going to tell you right now.

I'm going to go to Weatherford for Golf & Guitars next weekend so I can ogle Deryl Dodd in person.

Interesting tidbit from email

AT 5 MINUTES AND 6 SECONDS AFTER 4 A.M., ON THE 8TH OF JULY, THIS YEAR, THE TIME AND DATE WILL BE: 04:05:06 07-08-09. THIS WILL NOT HAPPEN AGAIN UNTIL THE YEAR 3009!!!

And something pretty to look at.

How cute is this?

The title on this video is "Are Women Born Like This??!!"

A little birdie told me...

...a certain someone finds him hawt.

Dearly Beloved...

I'm invited to the wedding of my ex's nephew in July. We were married for over 31 years so it got to the point where I didn't know where my family stopped and his began, at least while we were married. After we divorced I never heard from any of his family except for one brother. It hurt my feelings but I knew it was awkward for them and they wouldn't know what to say if they did call, so I was a little surprised when I got an invitation. While I was pleased to be included I had to wonder whether they really meant to include me or if it was sent as a courtesy and without any real intention that I would actually attend.

Since I am going to be back home in Kansas at the time of the wedding anyway, and because my daughter will attend the wedding too, I checked yes on the RSVP and sent it back. Then I realized that my ex will likely attend, and wherever he is, the homewrecker won't be far behind. I have never seen them together. A wedding probably isn't the ideal place to meet up with your ex husband and the conniving bitch he left you for. Then I thought, OH! I would finally come face to face with the person who helped rip my life apart, maybe I could do a little ripping of my own. But, alas, ruining someone else's wedding would be a cruel thing to do. Besides, even though she's built like a dwarf she still out weighs me.

Now I've found out he's not going to the wedding, ostensibly because of work obligations, but I think it's really because he found out (more probable that SHE found out) that I am invited and plan to attend. I could renege on my RSVP so he'd feel more comfortable going, after all it is his family, but why should I go out of my way to placate him and Leatherneck? Why do I feel guilty? More importantly, why did I blog this story?