Author Archives: Alison

You Try to be Nice. . .

You Try to be Nice. . .

I was on my way to an appointment today, and as I approached a red light, I saw another driver exiting a parking lot.  The driveway was in front of me, and behind the car ahead of me, so I stopped to let this driver out onto the street.  As I waited, some chick driving an SUV and blabbing into her cell phone came zipping up from the left and drove right into the spot I had left open for the exiting driver.  Of course, there wasn’t enough room for two cars, so she couldn’t get all the way in, and blocked traffic to my left, as well.And she didn’t let the guy I made the space for get in front of her, either.  What is wrong with people?

Science Fiction Would Provide all the Answers

Science Fiction Would Provide all the Answers

If I could shrink everything, or even teleport everything, I wouldn’t have to pack. That would rock. I had to finish a couple of sewing projects before I could pack up the sewing room, though. After I move, I’m keeping it a secret that I sew. Nobody will know, so I will not be hemming pants or making curtains or anything like that. I’ll dive into my stash and create wild and wondrous things and if anyone asks me to make them, I will set the price astronomically high so that they’ll either back off, or make it worth my while. Hubby isn’t going to tell anyone he’s a programmer, either. These will be our secret alter-egos. By day, we will be average New Jersey suburbanites. I can hardly wait.

Exploding Head Syndrome

Exploding Head Syndrome

I was reading about this on some site or another (apparently it’s real, but it doesn’t involve any actual explosions or spewing out of brain matter) and I think it’s an appropriate description of my head right now.  Drove down to the new town today, made appointments to register the daughters in their new schools, scoped out the neighborhood retail and dining establishments, drove back up.  Got home in time to pick up daughter #2, swing by the asian grocer for bean sprouts and bok choy to go with dinner, got home and there was a message from daughter #1 that she’d missed her bus.  Back in the car, pick her up, sit briefly before beginning to prep dinner.  Nasty weather’s a-comin’, so my barometric sinuses are in overdrive, working on applying enough pressure for an actual head explosion (WITH spewing brain tissue!  Film at 11!) and when hubby walks in the door, I realize I forgot to go to the pharmacy to get my prescription.  And he couldn’t find the property tax bill until it was too late to pay it.  And tonight we have violin lesson and survivor night.  So tomorrow, I’ll be running two extra errands in addition to trying to pack a few dozen more boxes.  And Saturday, the home inspector comes early in the morning, we have to drive to south Jersey to borrow Mom and Dad’s pickup truck, and back, take the kids to a halloween party, and pack more boxes.  Sunday, we’ll start the day with some more box packing, then another halloween party.  Monday, I’ll pack some boxes, pick up daughter #2 and get her in her costume, then spend an hour or so taking pictures of the school halloween parade, and then, for a change of pace, pack some boxes. 

It would help a lot if my head would explode already, then I’d stop thinking.