If I’ll get Alzheimers.  If it’s a matter of keeping your brain working and exercised, no, I won’t.  God knows I never turn my brain off.  I honestly wish I could learn to turn it off.  I don’t understand how people actually just sit and don’t think. 

If I’ll ever lose another pound.  I’m thinking I don’t know.  I think I’m to the point where I’m just staying steady.  I gained weight when I quit smoking.  Lost some of it, but I’m just staying the same right now.  I am uncomfortable with the weight I’ve gained back.  But I can’t seem to get moving again.

I’ll ever be content with status quo.  I don’t understand people that don’t have long term goals.  I always have to have something I’m working on or I get b o r e d.  I have to have plans. 

Why people have garages so fullof crap they cannot shut the door.  And why they don’t spend a weekend cleaning it out.  And why it doesn’t seem to bother them.

You give some people an inch and they always want more. 

Why that pisses me off.  Why am I required to say NO NO NO and why do you continue to ask me for things.  It’s rude.  STOP.

If any Toyota executives will end up doing the Japanese thing of committing suicide over the recalls.

If I’ll ever learn to not do anything nice for anyone.  It always just bites me in the butt.  Really.  I have to stop.

If I’m becoming truly cynical and suspicious of everyone.  Especially teenagers. 

Why some people say birfday instead of birthday.

Sometimes, I surprise myself. 

Tonight, I wrote up my teaching philosphy.  I did an advanced interview session where I actually had to explain in written detail why I’m qualified to teach.  And damn.  It was fun.  I miss school. 

I know more than I think I know.  I’m more eloquent than I sometimes think I am. 

I do my mini-teach on March 13.  And right after, I’m going to the Renaissance Fair.  Hazzah!

So this weekend, I made Thanksgiving dinner.  And dang it was good.  And strangely enough, all of the children opted out and it was adults only.  HOLLA!  Oh man it was nice.  And then it got to be 9 p.m. and everyone had left.  I was pouting because here it was 9 p.m. on a Saturday night and I was all by myself.  B O R I N G!  So I was texting  Bob whining about it.  Heaving heavy sighs and being mad because he left me.  And he’s texting me, just egging me on.  “GO TO BED” he says.  HMPH.  I’m getting madder and madder and I finally just call him.  And strangely enough, I hear his phone ring.  In my house.  WTH.  I say, “Where are you?”  He says, “In your room.”  The man had snuck back in the house — and yes, there are two dogs that live here and neither of them barked — and was messing with me.  How funny is that?  He said he could hear me doing my heavy sigh thing the whole time.  TURD!

Overall, we had a great weekend.  We got to snuggle, laugh and enjoy each other’s company a lot.  Wow…this is what a healthy relationship is about.  DUUUUDEE!  Now all of the children are back so no more fun for us!  LOL.