Stop the world. I want to get off.

I am fairly certain at one point, I may have written a blog post with that very title. But I am not willing to take the time to find out. Because the main point of my post is that I don't have time to write blog posts anymore. And, as bad, I am missing out on reading so many of my blogging buddy's posts. I long for the days when I would have read posts from 10 blogs and then the next day I would be all, "Why can't these people write more often?!"

The truth is that I could make time for this. But once I got the iPhone, the computer took a backseat. And it is fairly annoying trying to write a blog post from an iPhone. That was my last post, and it took me probably an hour. I could spend that time playing Scramble with Friends. ;-)

Anyway, let me just throw out a handful or three of updates, in case any of you still happen by these parts.

Work has been going pretty well. The busyness comes and goes. It should pick up soon. But overall I'm still happy there.
I am now pretty much a bus rider (are you listening, Shannon?!). As it turns out, my usual lot, according to the lot guy, is filled by 8 a.m. or will be for at least the next month or so, with commuting students. I simply cannot get there that early, so I have started to ride the bus, allowing myself one car ride a week, and thus saving some bucks. Look at me giving myself a raise!
School has started, and so far, pretty good. I still have no idea how working parents get their kids to after-school activities. My kid does one thing a week, piano, and that works only because it is at the school and she can walk down to after-school care when she is done (which is where she goes every day anyway). We need more evening hours to be able to unwind, do homework, get dinner ready (which hubby does, thankfully), eat, clean up, play outside, make lunches for the next day, and get ready for bed. If we could stop the world for an hour every day, that would be great.
I did a 1.5-hour Zumba class on Monday. It simply does not occur to me that I should not be able to pick up where I left off when I last did Zumba in March. So I went full force, and it went well. I realize at 41.5 years, I won't be able to do this picking up where I left off months later indefinitely, but I am going to embrace it while I can. Unfortunately, my riding the bus means I no longer walk up and down about 600 steps daily to and from my lot (my having done that for almost five months was probably the main reason why I could still do Zumba). But I do manage to get in other exercise, including walking up and down (and sometimes jogging) the 75 stairs to my office, the walk from my parking space in the bus lot to the waiting bus, and a walk most afternoons. It adds up. If only all the food I keep consuming was not keeping pace...
I stayed up past 11 last night to watch the Pirates. I think it is safe to say I have never done that on a work night in September in my life. You know, because the Pirates have always been out of contention at this point since I have been a grownup.
I am pretty sure the Steelers will not make the playoffs. I don't think I have felt this way, at least not in the last 15 to 20 years.What is old is new! Regardless, I think I am okay with it. But only because of my previous point and my next two.
I hope the Penn State football team does well. Say what you want about the institution and the people who failed, but those football players had nothing to do with that.
Looking forward to hockey season too! I totally expect the Pens to make the playoffs. Not sure about the Cup, however. I do think last year was their best chance.
Oh, and I wish the U.S. would stay in our own country and not fight others' battles. I get it, but I don't get it. And that is all I will say about that.
Fall is coming. Looking forward to it. Mostly. Now that school is back in, might as well embrace it.

:-)

What a year 2021 has been (Day 7)

I have almost no words for what happened yesterday at the Capitol. Protesting is one thing (though I truly think it is and has been time to move on). But to storm the Capitol? A friend on Facebook said, quite simply, " Almost 20 years ago a group of people on an airplane sacrificed themselves to protect the Capitol. How far we have fallen!" Indeed. And, yes, it IS storming the Capitol. I have seen numerous videos of people knocking down barricades/fences, pushing police officers, and breaking windows and climbing through them. That is beyond protesting. And even if a protestor did not do those things, if they followed those seditionists past those barricades and into the building, they are just as guilty. I did not support the violent protests this summer that resulted in damages to businesses and public property (I was in full support of the actual protests). But I also acknowledged as a white person, I cannot truly put myself in the position of a black person who is angry a...

Why do they stand up there and say that when they are just lying?

That extra-long title is courtesy of my nine-year-old and was something she uttered during "Say Yes to the Dress" on Friday evening. I watch very little reality TV, but I make an exception for this show because I like to look at the dresses. And sometimes, the stories are heart-warming. Typically at the end of the show, a snippet of a wedding is aired. In this particular show, a woman who was confined to a wheelchair was exchanging vows with her fiance. After the two of them finished, J made her comment. I asked her what she meant as I must have been on the computer while the TV was on, and she explained that because so many people just get divorced, why do they even say "as long as we both shall live"? That is tough one, kid. I tried with what I thought was a sound explanation: Most of the people who get married truly believe they will be together the rest of their lives, but sometimes it just doesn't work out. But if you don't think that you will be ...

Disenfranchised Republican

When I went to vote this a.m., I handed my ID to the guy, since my last name can be tricky. He looked for several minutes in the box with the cards. Then he asked if I was in the right place (there is another area in this room, for people in a different neighborhood, I presume). And I told him that this is where I have always voted. He then reviewed the bound paper list, found my name, but could not figure out why it was there, yet not in the box with the cards. Then he realized what was going on and rather exclaimed, "Oh, you are a Republican!" One of the ladies sitting next to him said, "Oh, one of those." I said I assumed they had not seen too many of "my kind" that morning, and she said I was the third. Then, being the open person I am, I eagerly said I was coming to rock the vote and vote for Ron Paul. One of the women commented that she liked some of the things he had stood for, perhaps to try to make me feel as if I was not voting for a terrible per...

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