More random ramblings

I don't have any one big thing weighing on my mind, so here are the handful of thoughts swimming around my head. And by a handful, I mean close to a dozen.

A deer probably runs in front of my car three or four times a year, right in suburban Pittsburgh. But for some reason, the instant I see a deer (and in yesterday's case, it looked like a fawn), I immediately think dog. Giant dog, usually. I have no idea why; it is not as if I never see deer.
As I was driving down a hill near my house this morning, a PennDot worker must have thought it would be amusing to keep switching the "Stop/Slow" sign back and forth, while three other cars were coming up. What a jag-off. C'mon, how hard is your job that you cannot or will not do it correctly? What if I would have started to drive down the hill as soon as I saw the sign switch to "Slow"?!
When I voted yesterday, I showed my driver's license, as I always do. I don't understand why everyone should not have to show ID anyway. But for me, it is more because of my hard-to-pronounce last name. And despite my saying I was a Republican, the man still tried to search for my name under the Dems. Yes, I get that puts me in a minority. It also made me a disappointment to the three or four people standing outside the polling place trying to hand me cards for their Democratic candidates.
Even though I am not really jazzed about either candidate running for governor of PA, I am glad we are finally going to have a governor from western PA. Let's hope this is a good thing for our region.
And speaking of western PA, I am still not quite over the Pens disappointing and early ending to their season. Today I drove by a car with a Flyers flag in both windows. I think that is the first time I have ever seen something like that around here. But you have to hand it to the Flyers; they are doing what the Pens could not. Sigh.
I can't believe that Lost and 24 are ending this year. What am I going to do with my Monday and Tuesday nights? As it is now, those days and Sundays are my must-see TV nights; I can take or leave shows that are on any other days. I do like Community, which is on Thursdays, if only I could remember to watch it.
Speaking of Lost, I wish the what-seems-like-8-hour finale was not on Sunday. That is the same day as our masterworks performance of Rutter's Requiem. I just can't see too many people missing out on the final episode to hear us sing. And I am not even sure our DVR will have enough room to capture everything.
Speaking of 24, as much as I have loved that show through the good and bad seasons since it began in 2001, the insanely violent path it is now on might be enough to make me not miss it.
And speaking still of 24, I loved David Palmer as president. He is my favorite president, real or fiction, ever.
I subbed for Spanish class yesterday. My knowledge of that language is limited to whatever I remember from Sesame Street and Dora the Explorer. Fortunately, I seemed to know just as much as the kids did; and despite my having no lesson plans, I think I managed to put together a pretty good activity, even if some kids were a little silly about it.
I need to get more sleep. Why do I waste my time staying up for the 10 o'clock news? Most of the news is bad, and the weather is wrong more often than not. If only I was into napping.

That is all. Laundry and vacuuming awaits me.

Let's build something together!

That is one of my favorite slogan's (Or is that a tagline? Over a year removed from a design firm, and I can no longer remember). It belongs to Lowe's, although I am more of a Home Depot gal. But suffice it to say if someone handed me a $5,000 gift card to Home Depot (or Lowe's), I would be ecstatic. If I had $10,000 to spend, you could hear my shouts of joy from miles away. The things I could do with that money. Well, the things I could have Brian do with that money anyway. I love walking around Home Depot and admiring the fancy bathroom sinks and tubs. I look at the lighting and think about where I would put each fixture. I touch textured and colorful tiles and wistfully look at the fancy kitchen cabinets. I admire the various carpet styles and blinds. I look at the fancy front-loading washer and wonder what it must be like to have a steam dryer. I even look longingly at the vacuum cleaners because I can no longer buy a replacement filter for my eight year old mo...

If only I had taken pictures of my detoured drive

When I moved to the Burgh just over 14 years ago, I had a lot of anxiety about getting from "here" to "there." I found the city, which is triangular, and even some of the suburbs quite confusing. On top of that, a lot of the signs were of little help. Clearly they were put up by either natives who had no need for directions or people with a sick sense of humor who thought it would be funny to put signs in random places, leaving off important roads. At some point, I got over that fear of driving to a new building downtown. I don't recall when it happened, but eventually I just figured most of the city out; and when I had to head to a new place, I just drove around, no longer with a feeling of dread, knowing I would eventually get there. But on Sunday morning, that awful, long-ago feeling returned, thanks to the closure of the outbound Fort Pitt Tunnels. I had to pick my mother up from the airport, so there was no avoiding it. (For some reason, my family think...

Summer in review

This summer I made it a point to try to take at least one pic of Jordan whenever we went somewhere, which most often was a park. I wanted to capture all the great, fun things we did this summer, knowing that it was probably going to be my last summer not working for quite some time. So here goes. I have expressed my love of Frick Park, particularly Blue Slide Park, in other posts ; it really is one of our favorites. And this summer marked the first one I did not feel the need to follow J around like a little puppy dog. I actually let her run around and explore, though, admittedly, I would panic if more than three minutes went by and I had not seen her. In the pics above, J is at the end of the blue slide, and then hanging several feet above concrete (which scared the crap out of me). We also visited another section of Frick Park, the area on the corner of Braddock and Forbes, a few times. There is not as much to do as Blue Slide, but we go there to mix things up a bit. In the p...

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