Straight from the muse on events, moments, opinions, you know -- miscellaneous ramblings.  It is the way of my people...

On cell phone etiquette...

Just because we have the ability to discuss any issue at any given time in the public forum, does not necessarily mean that it's a good idea, and if you are in the public forum and feel you might have to lie, confess, argue, or give confidential advice, then my vote is, don't use your cell phone.

On school bureaucracy...

The most difficult part of completing these forms really isn’t the pulling of records or looking up of phone numbers.  It’s more about attempting to make stepfamily information fit into their neatly designed forms that haven’t been updated since the divorce rate was 10% of all marriages.

On technology...

You know you're using E-mail too much when after a prayer, instead of saying "Amen," you say "Send." My ribs are still sore from where my husband elbowed me, not to mention the remorse I still carry, for having triggered a bad case of the church giggles two pews in either direction.

On home improvement...

There was that time last fall when we remodeled one room in the house. It took two and a half months. For one room. I dreamt my last name was Villa, sported black and blue fingers, and on more than one occasion, wore my nail apron while I prepared dinner.

On overdoing it...

Several years ago I worked for Amazon.com and was in week six of training, which covered the various methods, prices, and policies of shipping. I knew I was blurring the line when once again; I woke myself (and this time, my husband) because I patted his backside and stated, very matter-of-factly, "We're going to have to ship this bad boy in two boxes." I could have sworn I was packaging books.

On vacations...

When we plan our Family Houseboat Vacation for next year, there are going to be some changes. While it will still include the family, the house is going to be near the lake, not on it, and the boat is going to be just a boat. One we rent for a day.

On aging...

I propped up my swollen feet, picked up the paper, and turned to the obituary page, looking for acquaintances who had passed away.  I was on a roll.  Six gray hairs and six minutes later I was my mother.  It was that easy.