20 years and counting

Married 20 years in June. No wait, I already bloooooged about that...so what could the random blogging queen be talking about now you may wonder? Or not, but I'm GOING to tell you anyway!

Last Thursday I celebrated 20 years with my firm. Yep. Boggles my mind. They're having a PAHTAY for me this afternoon! The boss gave me some champers last week which I shared with my girlies at my supper swap...WEEHOO! Oh and a parking spot. I'm supposed to get a designated parking spot. SWEET...I can actually DRIVE to some neat places for lunch and not be relegated to the "LOSER" lot offsite!

People are alternately amazed or puzzled. What can I say? I'm a loyal person. You treat me right, I'll work my ass off for you. Obviously they did and I did, so we did and here we are 20 years later.

ON to another topic.

Shopping

Yes, I did that ALL day on Saturday. Let me first recommend that if you are going to be shopping all day at an outdoor mall the size of Texas you may NOT want to wear clogs with thin socks. Dogs barking doesn't even really begin to describe it. More like a thundering herd or horde of ravenous and rabid flea bitten canines.

And what do I have to show for the misery? EHHH Not that much. I got the kids lots of clothes, some they'll get for Christmas and some for the trip on Wednesday to Indiana where it's supposed to be a HIGH of 46. Now. That ought to be interesting. We're Southerners. We don't do cold. Our brains may just freeze off and fall out of our heads.

But no toys. See here's the thing. They've kind of outgrown "traditional" toys and have moved on to wanting "grown up, ridiculously expensive toys" like Ipods and flat screen TV's and the like.

Now there's a lot I really appreciate about private schools, but the one thing that I REALLY dislike (with the burning intensity of a thousand suns) is the residual effect that the affluent descendants of Thurston Howell the Third are having on my kids.

ME: "No honey, I'm sorry.

You can not have a flat screen TV for your bedroom.

Why?

Because not only do Mommy and Daddy not have a TV in THEIR bedroom, we don't have one SINGLE flat screen TV in the entire house.

So you might want to check with the bookies in Vegas, but I'm pretty sure your chances of getting a flat screen TV from Santa are between hell freezing over and when dogs fly"

Call me old fashioned, but I am just generally opposed to my children having any high tech, high priced piece of technology that I don't have myself.

And if I don't have it myself, then OBVIOUSLY in my eternal mommy wisdom it is not necessary for THEM to have said item.

Note to those keeping track. This is an extension of the primary directive "If momma ain't happy, ain't nobody happy"

YEEESHHH

Righty-oh....well I'm off.

I'll blog upon my return from the Hoosier state. Guaranteed.

Funny stories ALWAYS follow my return from the Hoosier state.

I attribute it to the air. Or at the very least...the ground water. Or the in-breeding. Whoops. Did I just SAY that???

Gobble, gobble.