This weekend we celebrated a wedding anniversary. I’d tell you which one, but you probably wouldn’t believe it. It’s a big number. Not a landmark number, just a high one. If you follow those “traditional” and modern lists for gifts, this was supposed to be a furniture anniversary. We need some furniture anyway, but that’s not what we got.
Nope. We got one of these and one of these.
Romantic, eh? I’d like to tell you about all the grinding that went on in our house, and how we now have a shower built for two, wink, wink . . . but that would be T.M.I.
Let’s just say we got exactly what we wanted.
I’m getting ready to fly again; this time, fluid free and with all toiletries safely checked through in my rolling bag. As usual, I’m obsessing over the trip and the days I’ll be away. I wonder if carrying this on board would make me feel more secure?
The airline was kind enough to send me an e-mail reminder about all the new restrictions and warning me to arrive two hours ahead of my flight. Excellent! I love to fly!
Mostly, I flash back to Sept. 11, 2001, a morning I spent at the airport, attempting to fly to New York for my uncle’s funeral. It was a morning of fear, confusion and despair, followed by days of more of the same, as we all know. I can’t be in an airport without thinking of that day. We’ve all heard 9/11 stories from people we know. I think the idea of the blogger tribute to those who died that day is very interesting. If you haven’t heard about it, 2996 bloggers will post tributes on Sept. 11, 2006. Each blogger will be assigned a name and will participate by honoring that individual with a post in tribute. I’m considering signing up.
What’s your 9/11 story?
How about:
StL Working Mom is a married mother of two, living in Charlottesville, working in St. Louis, living life like a Mentos dropped into Diet Coke.
A six feet tall* mother of two, she has a misguided penchant for high heels and short skirts.
STLWM enjoys good hair days, a successful blow-out and mullet free adventures.
STLWM is a writer, but you probably haven’t read anything she’s written, but hold your breath, that all-American novel’s bound to be right around the corner.
STLWM has two ginormous children who, hopefully, will continue to love her, otherwise they will grow up and crush her like a grape.
*I’m totally not six feet tall, but got so tired of men claiming to be 6′ or taller, looking me straight in the eye, or worse, up to me, insisting I must be 6′ tall. I gave up and just go with it, usually. In shoes I probably am 6′. I’m not going to argue a measurement.
This is, by far, the funniest back-to-school-related post I’ve read thus far.
We’re getting ready to go back, too. Actually, they are. I get to play hooky!
Joys of having the kids back in school:
- I get to see “Smoking Kid” — the delinquent in the hoodie from down the street who puffs a stealth Marlboro on the way to the bus stop — every day!
- No one will stand just outside my office glaring at me until I get off a conference call!
- I get to stay home for days on end, mired in work and looking frightful. Oh, wait, that’s not a good thing.
Dig me in print!
The Back-to-School issue of Albemarle Family features an article by yours truly, about P.E. programs in Charlottesville and Albemarle County schools. The issue is packed with lots of good info for parents with kids getting ready to go back to school. The best part? The magazine is FREE. Find one at Harris Teeter, Kroger or over 100 other places around town.
