Rejection

Well, another job I didn't get...This rejection letter isn't quite so bad as the others - it just says that after assessing all the other applicants qualifications, another candidate was selected for the position. Based on the title of the job I am not getting, I am kind of glad because it sounds like a really boring job. So there. Didn't want that dumb old job anyway!

Holiday Party

So, Christmas is fast approaching and I, once again, am slow to jump on the holiday extravaganza bandwagon...This year, though, I am determined to actually enjoy the season. Every year, two wonderful friends of mine throw an outrageous, totally over-the-top holiday party with fabulous, decadent food and a seemingly endless supply of booze. The guest list is so diverse and distinguished, the people so much fun and so very interesting, I am honored that they even include me. Last year, my husband and I took advantage of having a night time babysitter, and we went toy shopping instead of going to the party... When I called to make our apologies, my friends were a little annoyed (they don't have kids), but they forgave me. The year before, we showed up at their party the day before the big event (I got the date wrong). Of course, we didn't have a sitter for the next night, so we had to skip it that year. The previous year, my husband had an allergic reaction to the Christmas tree, and we debated about going to the party or the ER. The hives won out, and we stayed away from the festivities. So you see, I really owe it to myself to make it to this party...otherwise they may scratch me off the guest list once and for all!

Terror in the Cities

The outlets people develop for their creative talents is really impressive. Now me, I am not really creative unless the project involves Popsicle sticks, paper-mache and those plastic roly-poly eyes. I recently read about these people who KNIT their graffiti: Armed only with knitting needles and balls of wool, they unleash their creative juices and cover urban objects in colorful, thought-provoking designs. I wonder if they do this under the cover of night like most other vandals? And, can you imagine the conversations they must have while they deface public property when in groups or with a buddy? 'Yeah man, I thought I'd really raz those jerks by using McAll's pattern number 736 sleeves over the hydrant... hey, can I borrow your circular needles, I can't find mine in my fannypac...Oh damn, I've dropped a stitch!' In Knitting Circles all over America, needles would stop...poised in mid-air like shiny toy airplanes, as this newest threat against America's cities was evaluated...the threat of Guerilla Knitters!

Crisis in CRISIS

So, I was reading up on mid-life crisis' - you know, just to see if what I am thinking and doing and feeling is typical. Big surprise for me...according to someone way more learned than I, there are actually FIVE types of mid-life crisis...

Now, not only do I have to figure out how to get through the silly thing, I have to figure out what type of crisis I'm having. Just peachy! It took me about a year to realize that I didn't have some aberrant personality disorder...I wonder how long it will take me to figure out what kind on mid-life crisis I am actually having?

Reunion

So, I just got word from a friend that my thirty year high school reunion is happening sometime in 2010. I remember when I used to feel that I wouldn't probably even live to 30, much less be out of school for that long! I really don't remember many people from high school - I went away to college and moved 800 miles away from home pretty soon after after I graduated. I lost my yearbook, so I can't even brush up on names and stuff. As it is now, I can recall about five of my fellow classmates...

Of course I'm going.