Tuesday, July 3, 2012

Done




I'm done. Done and done and done.
30 CEU hours. And I only needed 24. What in hell was I thinking?
Oh well. What's an extra six hours of my life?

I'm just so glad to finished with it. When I was bubbling in the answer sheet I felt as if it would never end, some sort of weird nightmarish situation where physics would prevent me from getting to #174 but I did it and I hope I just pass the damn thing.

And now I've got peppers and eggplant and tomatoes and green beans and garlic and basil and onions simmering in a pot and I'm cooking quina pasta and waiting for Mr. Moon to get home. It looked like it was going to rain, but it's not, I think, and that's so sad. The pink phlox look electric against the darkening sky. It's that sort of light/not light.

Tomorrow is the 4th of July. Do you celebrate it? Do you make a red, white and blue cake? Do you cook hot dogs and burgers and eat watermelon and watch fireworks?

I don't know. I just can't really get behind a big 4th celebration. Fireworks are nice. Nothing wrong with hot dogs or cake and of course watermelon is truly swell. But somehow it's not a big day for me. That patriotism gene, I guess. Which I was born without.

I'm going to town tomorrow to meet up with Lily and the boys and see if I can find Mr. Moon another pair of those linen shorts I got him for his birthday. He likes them very much. And they were on major sale. It's hard to find that man clothes because he is so tall and yet so not fat. If you shop in the Tall and Big Man section of a store, you will find that most of the clothes are for the Big Man, meaning, round, and not especially the Tall Man who may or may not be round. He is determined to get his cholesterol down with diet and exercise too so I fear he is going to be even less round soon. You know men- they lose weight so quickly. They do fifteen pushups and lose five pounds whereas we women diet and exercise and get on the scale all trembly-like to find that we have lost one quarter of one pound and we want to rush out and eat some doughnuts because what is the point?

Ah well. Life is not fair. Some of us are tall and some of us are short. Some of us are round and some of us are not. Some of us have the patriotism gene and some of us do not. We can only work with what we have.

I am SO grateful to be done with those CEU's. Did I say that? Yes. I know I did.

I think I'm going to go eat a bowl of pasta and vegetables and see if any of those Real Housewives are on. I especially love the ones who live in Beverly Hills because they are the richest ones, as far as I can tell and by god, if I'm going to watch ridiculous TV, I want it to be as ridiculous and jewelry-filled as possible.

I'm done.

17 comments:

  1. Love it. And love the Big and Tall Man dilemma. What's a CEU?

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  2. Gradydoctor- A continuing education unit. I have to do them every two years to renew my worthless (to me) nursing license. This time I did gerontological nursing. It depressed the hell out of me.

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  3. we don't gather or celebrate the 4th and we gather for everything. one of my daughter's did buy sparklers and maybe they'll get together on the other side of town and sparkle with the grandkids.

    we got a nice rain here in SW atlanta.

    what is that i'm supposed to identify to prove I'm not a robot?? the one on the left looks like a label and a plant.

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  4. Hi, that simmering skillet of veggies sounds delicious. I'm eating leftover chicken pot pie that I made.

    My friend and I have adopted your patriotism/religion gene theory and we laugh because she got patriotism and I got religion and together, I guess we'd make a lovely Republican. Hmm. Nah. We're not that kind.

    Love.

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  5. Kristin- I hear it poured in Tallahassee just a few miles down the road. And we didn't get a drop.

    SJ- And I didn't get either so there you go! Some raging Republican got both of my genes!

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  6. Must have been my dad!!! =)

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  7. Glad that your exam is done. I scored 100 today on chart plotting. I guess that I have a few brain cells left that are working. Amazing. And now I'm going to chill out. Tomorrow is a picnic at the marina. And lots of fireworks. I'm happy about that.

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  8. For whatever reason, the 4th is my favorite holiday, though I am hardly a patriot. I love the small town parades, the marching bands, the ancient VFW men in their uniforms and wooden guns, all those families lined up down the main drag. It was the only time I ever spent with my dad as a kid, and I can barely contain my weepiness when I take Jonah to the parade every year. It's terribly dorky and prosaic, but there aren't any gifts to give or expect, there are people being happy and friendly everywhere, teenagers with their clarinets and flags and batons. It feels less like patriotism and more like family to me, in a way Christmas or Easter never have. Happy 4th, Ms. Moon.

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  9. There's a store in Beverly Hills for short men, but it's not called Short and Small Men -- I wonder why it's better to be Big and Tall when you're a man?

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  10. We call those things you've just endured Professional Development, PD, here. Sounds ghastly but a good thing to keep up with, I imagine. Nor do we celebrate 4 July as you'd expect here in Australia but I always recognise the date as significant because of your celebration. Such is the degree to which life in Australia is steeped in American culture.

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  11. happy 4th July....any excuse to eat cake of any colour is worth celebrating no??!!

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  12. I know you are glad to have that over with! It poured at my house yesterday and we had some pretty impressive lightning too, which I hate. I will keep you posted on any baby happenings. Right now my daughter-in-law is on bed rest because her blood pressure is through the roof, so we are in "wait and see" mode.

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  13. My husband is working in Cape Cod this week, so my son and I are mainly just watching a Star Wars The Clone Wars Marathon and going to the zoo's splash pad later. Maybe ride bikes when it gets dusky. I don't like fireworks because they make the dog bark and my nerves jump and I worry about fires. I am a meemaw that way.

    Mr. Moon is built just like my Dad, and he has trouble finding clothes, too. Especially in summer! So many shorts will look like 'short shorts' on him, which is fine because he has great legs, but not always the look he's going for. Heh.

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  14. Well we did it up right this 4th and went to the magic kingdom, with every other human on the planet besides you, sweet mm. There was an awesome fireworks show and we spent a shit ton of money. That's pretty much the most American we have ever been. Also, there was a huge thunderstorm that afternoon and it rained cats and dogs. It was nice since we were burning up in the heat.

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  15. Daddy B- Every time I've ever been to Disney it was hotter than hell and they sell water in tiny bottles for twenty-nine dollars. I'm glad y'all went and were Americans but I'm glad I didn't have to. Although I would probably go to Disney World with you. We could sit in Epcot and drink.

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  16. Animal Kingdom also has beer, and it is my new favorite park. Let's sit there instead. We could watch street dancers in Africa and drink ethiopian beer. It's only $400 a bottle.

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  17. Sounds fine to me. We should bring a flask, though.

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