Scarey enough for me

So I went out to my balcony to shoot a video shot of my tree for Jane, just on a whim. I'm all, "Okay, this might work." Meanwhile, it's snowing like a son of a bitch, and as I cleared off the "spot" for the camera on my balcony, I wondered... can this possibly fit into the montage?

Anyhow, I took maybe 20 seconds of video of the tree and the snow falling down. Then I came in to download. Not great video footage; a bit dark, but I think I caught some EVP action, no kidding. As I was watching the movie replay, heard all this odd noise in the background. So of course, I watched it a couple times, just to make sure, and then as I'm watching, I hear this loud, real time crash. This wine glass that was sitting on top of my wine rack in the dining room just hurled itself to the floor. Meanwhile, I'm home alone, so I rip out first the broom and then the vaccuum, and clean that mess up. But now that I think about it, really? I was in the living room, no where near the dining room, the dogs were in here with me, and I'm home alone. What caused that to happen? I'm pretty sure there wasn't an earthquake, and for that matter, I'm pretty sure this wineglass was on the middle of the top of my wine rack, as it's a cute handpainted one my aunt gave me for Christmas last year, and I just brought it home from my mom's last weekend. Do we have a haunting? I certainly hope not, because I'm aggravated enough as it is. And I hate to say it, but if I have to face a ghost tonight, I'm going to be pissed. I'm tired, all my snowblowing has been shot due to the new inches of snow, and I'm really not looking forward to driving to work on my bald tires tomorrow. So on that note, I bid you all good night. May your evening be ghost free and restful. Unless of course, you are looking for a ghost, in which case you are welcome to mine.

I used my adding machine at work today, because I was afraid I’d done the mental math wrong. No such luck. 2011 minus 1974 equals 37. WHAT?? I’m going to be 37 this year? It’s officially time for a mid life crisis, or so I’ve declared it. As I’ve watched time tick by, more and more quickly with each passing year, my mind has remained convinced I’m still at least a decade younger than reality proves. They do say it’s all about how old you feel, but I don’t entirely buy that these days… maybe only because I’m having a mid life crisis. Unfortunately, I don’t have the funds for a smoking new sports car, and thankfully, I’m far from unhappy with the loves of my life and have no desire to replace them, so I guess I’ll need to compensate elsewhere.

What’s a girl to do? Or, a middle aged lady, rather?

I was thinking back to New Years gone by earlier, and I remembered my worst ever. It was either 91, 92, or 93 (way to narrow it down), and I remember for whatever reason, I was devastated by something my boyfriend at the time did. Hahaa. So we had broken up, and my mom tried to get me to go to a party at an old family friend of ours, and Lauri was dating RJ at the time, and for some reason I think they wanted me to go to Pizza Hut with them. Sounds pretty high schoolish, so we can probably narrow it down to 91 or 92, but I decined both offers. I’m pretty sure I drank a 40 and a half of Old English, and I distinctly remember puking in the New Year with Dick Clark announcing in the background. Talking about the half bathroom off the family room, that at that point had ceased to be a family room of any merit. Happy New Year “insert vomiting sound here.” Pretty pathetic…

So now I’m 37. In a few months, anyhow. I suppose I’ve got some time to put a game plan in action. And I have a mild idea; just hoping I don’t lose anyone along the way.