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movie goal

My goal for the short sweet time I am childless this summer was to see movies that I want to see.  You know the kind I mean, the ones where there are no action heroes?  No Arnold, no Sly, no Bruce, etc.....   The movie I am seeing this weekend no matter what will be Midnight In Paris.  My other movie choices are Larry Crowne (would see Tom Hanks in just about anything), Horrible Bosses (like the cast), and Bridesmaids.  I could wait for Bridesmaids to come out on video.  I guess I missed Tree Of Life.  Whoops.  I wanted to see that one too. I should probably figure out all of the other non action non juvenile movies I missed out on this past year and fire up the netflix cue.  For when I'm not either packing or obsessing about packing.  If there was an herbal cure of obsessing about packing I'd be downing it.  I wish I could get my head to shut up.

Evan's fever is down to 99 something.  If it is below 100 tomorrow the nurse says she is going to let him rejoin in on camp activities.  I asked her to please have a talk with Evan about getting more sleep.  She brushed it off like no one really sleeps at camp.  I said "Okay then!" but you know I thought "Then you'll be seeing him again real soon!"   DUH!  I just told her twelve times that he runs mysterious symptomless fevers when is exhausted!  Whatever .....

At Josh's camp the have "canteen" every day where he kids can buy soda and candy bars.  EVERY DAY!  Is that even camp?  Give me strength.  And dental insurance.

I was so exhausted after spending a day and half in the attic trying to declutter some of the chaos in Stepford.  I got to utopia by the good grace of coffee, coffee and more coffee and tried to read some mail, but couldn't because my eyes were tearing up so bad, I closed them and BOOM!  I was fast asleep on the chair on the dock.  I have no idea how long I was out for, but I was out hard.  That I can tell you.  I'm going to try to get to sleep at a reasonable hour tonight so I don't get off my schedule.  I'm taking bear bait on 4 mile walks every morning.  I have to incorporate some resistance training in there.  I don't want to lose the muscle I worked so hard to get.   I'm also giving juicing a go this summer.  We bought a juicer a million years ago and I dug it out and fired it up.  I better eat right because at a utopian party last weekend, while discussing the virtues of juicing with another newly converted juicer I pointed to myself and said "Take a look.  This is the before picture."  Why?  I never do shit like that.  Now I have to follow through!  Oy vey.

couldn't hate it more

Packing.

Been struggling to do it all day long.

Did manage to swing by the posh club and also the DMV.  Hello motorcycle license!   I'm official!  I also managed to take bear bait out for two long strolls.  Yes, I can say procrastination!  Which sucks because that means there is more to do next week when I come back again.  Next week I'm busting out the cartons and starting the packing.  I've just been doing the pre-packing clean out .  I can't believe how much stuff we have.  I'm having a fantasy that the kids all take their stuff with them when they leave.  I know that is not gonna happen.  I'm feeling somewhat buried over here.

Motorcycle safety school weekend part 1

Leader of the pack!  Meep Meep!

See the hummers in the background?  Motorcycle safety school rents space from an armory.  All the boys wanted to ride my scooter.  

The world's skeeviest hotel labeled their pillows for my convenience.  I think we should make men wear the appropriate pillow cases.  Life would be so much easier.

This was the view out of the room that I had to leave because it was 79 degrees in the room.  I'm pretty sure this room had the best tv reception of all the room in the hotel.  It had hermitically sealed windows too.  WTH is up with non opening windows skeevy hotel?  Were you worried I'd try to jump from the second floor?  Like maybe after I spent a sleepless night sweating through the unwashed sheets?  No wait, the unwashed sheets were in the room that they moved to that was 3 feet from either the elevator or the coke and ice machine vestibule.  

So when you are sleeping on less than stellar looking sheets and you fear that someone else has slept on your sheets before you, you can do what I did!  1. Sleep fully clothed so as not to make skin contact with the unwashed used sheets and 2. put your spare t shirt over the firm pillow so as not to make facial contact with someone else's dried up drool, or (shudder) worse.

help I'm trapped in a skeevy hotel!

First day of motorcycle safety school- check!  It's me and 11 dudes, all but 2 of whom are totally without a doubt young enough to be my son.  I had one guy pegged as older than me, but then I found out his oldest kid is 14, so now I'm not so sure.  The other not-a-child-anymore person in my class seems older than me, I make that judgement due to the overdue status of his grecian formula hair dye for men.  But hey, you never know, at least I never know because I am a terrible judge of age.

But I am a good judge of character.  And I love my hardcore dressed in black motorcycle riding tattooed up the whazoo biker instructors.  At first I could hardly listen to the chick instructor because I was distracted by her full sleeve tattoos on both arms, (I know, I know, it's not polite to stare!) and then I started to fantasize about how I would  photograph her and her full sleeve tattoos, but then I realized she was sweet, entertaining, engaging and really knew her stuff so I had better pay attention.  The dude instructor was all that too.  It was just a really feel day, even though we spent 5 hours in a giant parking lot doing courses and maneuvers, me on my scooter and the rest of them on the school's motorcycles until I thought I was going to pass out from the heat and ended up with a totally fried chest, which I didn't even realize had been in the sun so much.

After the class I made my way to a nearby hotel, which is a great big nasty dump.  Seriously, I am sleeping in a night gown and gym pants and stuffing the pillow into my own fresh and clean t-shirt tonight because I suspect the sheets have not been changed for me.   Maybe I will tell you the gory details of the Bates hotel tomorrow.  Also, I am pretty sure the room I am currently in is haunted.  If I end up with a skin disease or crabs or something I am totally suing this dump.

Cross your fingers that I pass my written and driving tests tomorrow!   Also that it doesn't rain too hard because they are going to make us ride in the rain!!   Also that my instructor likes me enough to consider posing for me!!!  I will be dreaming about those crazy tattoos!!!!

July what?!?!

Spent today getting last minute stuff for Matt's trip to Romania. I made his requested last dinner at home of herb crusted filet mignon with tarragon bearnaise sauce, fresh corn on the cob and asparagus farewell dinner, got into the car, and drove to Newark Int'l, was about 5 min away when husband checks itinerary and asks "Why does it say July 2nd for Matt's date of departure?" Ooops.  One more day with Matt!

Even through my stress induced haze of tension induced irritability I laughed at that one.  And then I turned the car around.

Tomorrow he'll be having takeout for dinner because I will be at my motorcycle safety class.  The one I have to take to get my motorcycle license so I can ride my new scooter 20 mph with my emergency lights on as I wave the other motorists to pass me because since studying the manual for the written permit test, which is either about the penalties for driving intoxicated or how to avoid the inevitable accident you are going to have when all the 4 wheeled motorists plow into you, I am fearful.  It suddenly seems like puttering around on a scooter is a risky thing to do.