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.

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 ...

Do you ever just want to run away...

Yesterday's post was a rant about a fairly pointless two-hour delay. For the record, if it is snowing in the morning or if it has snowed throughout the night, I am not against a delay; the road crews have a lot of ground to cover. It is unfortunate for those who still need to get to work and are left scrambling to find child care or have to go in late. But I am all about safety. It is the temps that are clearly going nowhere any time soon that do not warrant a delay, again, in my opinion. It will be cold all day today. Having another delay today, once again, seemed pointless, but I am over it. ***** I had a rough weekend, and I have debated whether I should write about it. As my mom and one of my brothers are so fond of saying (though I will be paraphrasing), "Once you put it down in writing (on paper or in an email), it will always be there. You can't take it back." For that reason, when things weigh heavily on my mind, I don't always share them in this blog....

TMI

When I refer to TMI, I am not talking about people sharing (often gross) things they probably should not. But rather sharing a friend's or a relative's personal information with a spouse or significant other. I know people who have cheated on their spouses, had abortions, have been raped or victims of domestic violence, committed (minor) criminal acts, did not disclose things to the government that they should have, suffered from various mental aliments, and who have been drug addicts or alcoholics. In most cases, I have not shared that information with Brian unless the person told me I could or I felt he needed to know for family safety issues (e.g., you have to consider who you let your children around). I am certain he would think less of some of these people if he knew things they did, so what purpose does it serve telling him? But more importantly, I want these people who confide in me to know they have my word. I can honestly say I don't think I can trust any of ...

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