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The VIM, who is away this week, sent me this early morning picture from the road:
Scary Ronald
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I work for an organization that is growing rapidly. Yay us. The downside is that what was already a bad parking situation has turned really, REALLY ugly. There are only so many parking spaces. There are way more vehicles than spaces. There is no public transportation in the area where I work. Carpooling is pretty popular, but even THAT doesn’t leave enough spaces for all the cars. Each year I pay $ for a parking permit to park in a reserved lot. Every morning, the lot is parked full of cars that do NOT have the permit to park there, but security doesn’t ticket them because THEY HAVE NO WHERE ELSE TO GO.
I have to go to work an hour early EVERY DAY just to get a parking space.
I need to develop a better attitude about this and come up with a plan to deal with the frustration because winter is on the way, and then there will be even FEWER spaces available.
Help. Me.
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So Keri mentioned she wanted to hear more about the Definition of Femininity from my list the other day. It’s not really all the exciting, but it IS something I’ve been thinking about, so here goes:
This weekend I was reading an articled required for a class I’m taking. The article, regarding Ambition in Women mentioned a study that was done in the 70’s (I think. I’m too lazy to get up and go get the article). The study asked people to read over a long list of attributes, and label them either feminine or masculine. Not surprisingly, the “feminine” list included words like nurturing, shy, gullible, cheerful, etc. The “masculine” list included words like strong, stand up for cause, forceful, etc. Not really earthshattering, eh?
What WAS interesting to me, and it is truly something I’ve never considered before, is that the study revealed that almost every attribute on the feminine list was relational – one has to nurture someone else, be fooled (gullibly) by someone else, be shy around someone else. The masculine attributes were more stand-alone. A person can be strong all by themselves. I don’t know how I could have gotten through 40 years old without ever considering or even knowing that the theory exists that people perceive femininity can only exist in a relationship or in a group of people. Perhaps this is a common theory – a cornerstone of the feminist movement and I somehow didn’t get the memo. Whatever. I have no idea how I feel about it. Do I agree? Disagree? I have no idea. I need to roll it around in my head for awhile.
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- Deck Brush and Bleach
- Sausage
- Pool Party
- Steelers
- Pinched Nerve in Neck
- Cat on Lap
- Forgotten Grocery List (nope, there it is, right in my purse…too bad I’m already done grocery shopping)
- Definition of Femininity
Is it really Monday already?
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A few months ago, the VIM and I decided to celebrate our summer birthdays by renting a convertible and just going. Going where? Didn’t matter.
The Miata Weekend was planned and scheduled before I found out that I had to move by the end of August. So a few weekends ago, in the middle of the craziness, we hopped in the convertible and went. Where? Glad you asked!
Saturday morning we got up early and headed to Falling Water. It’s about two hours away, and even though it was still a little chilly, we rode with the top down – in and out of fog as the sun was still working to burn it off. I had never been to Falling Water, so I loved the tour. Loved the house.
Falling Water
Then we went to a nearby State Park and hung out at the waterfall for awhile.
Cucumber Falls
This area is cool because the waterfall seems like it is deep in the middle of nowhere – trees all around – but if you follow the stream just a few hundred yards, it opens up to the river. It was a beautiful day with lots of kayakers.
Kayakers at Ohiopyle SP
Sunday we stayed closer to home – had a picnic at the local state park, then hunted down some covered bridges. Just for the fun of it.
The Official Image of the Miata Weekend
Covered Bridge
Perfect Day
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So.
The long, leisurely move didn’t exactly happen that way. (Surprise!)
The second week of August, I called my landlord to give notice that I would be moving out. I figured even with a 30 day notice she would ask if I could stay a little longer – until the end of September, maybe. I thought she might even ask if I would consider staying through October if it looked like it would be hard to find a renter. I was all for that – a few months to procrastinate get my stuff together. No stress.
When I told her that I wanted to move eventually she said “Great! I have someone who has been calling me for a year that wants a one bedroom first floor apartment and yours in the only one we have. Can you be out by the end of August?”
You mean the end of August THIS YEAR??????? Not Fricken Likely.
I expressed concern that I really COULDN’T be out by the end of the month – three weeks away, every weekend scheduled full, busy time at work (no days off). She said she would explain that to the people who were interested in the apartment, and oh, by the way, can they come look at the apartment tomorrow?
So the people came the next day along with the landlord to view the apartment. Of course it was just what they were looking for (drats!), and I overheard them tell the landlord that they were so excited when she called them that they immediately rented a moving van for Sept 1. *sigh*
Some incredibly ugly days ensued. Coming home from work and packing boxes, driving to the VIMs and unpacking those boxes, taking the same boxes back to the apartment in the AM. Over and over and over. And over. I did take two days off during the last week of Aug to clean, clean the carpets, etc. In the end, we got it done, but Dude – that is SO not the way to move. Near the end of the month we got a little backed up on where to put stuff, so there is a small pile o’ crap in the garage that still needs to be gone through and I just can’t even look at it right now. The sight of cardboard boxes makes me want to weep.
