Can We Just Get This Over With Already?

I'm dancing around my post today, trying not to lose any guy readers I may have. But I'm going to post about it. It wasn't on my mind while getting ready for work this morning, the arctic weather was. Worrying about my car starting and making sure I was layered up, making sure I remembered my shoes so I didn't have to schlep around in my fake Uggs all day, weighed heavily on my mind. In my car the digital thermometer registered at 1 degree. Coffee, lunch, shoes, purse, the car started, mission accomplished.
That is why I sat on the exam table for my gynecological visit staring at my socks. "What the hell were you thinking?" I asked myself.
"The only piece of clothing you are allowed to keep on and you picked these?" I yelled at myself.
"These socks are three 'machine washed on warm' away from having holes in them and did you even think of shaving your legs? No, I think not."
I sat there in my paper gown with the opening in the front and fidgeted with the paper sheet. The temperature had gone all the way up to 9 by the time I left work but I sat in that exam room wiping my hands on the paper sheet. My palms were sweating. The armpits started to feel the heat. "I hope they don't smell. Oh my God! You couldn't shave those either? He's going to think I'm a skamoch."
After waiting there long enough to give myself a good talking to, the doctor came in and we finally got that over with. Stay tuned for the mammogram post.

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On a serious note, if any of my readers are also readers/friends of fellow bloggers, The World of Silly Willy and Fluffy, they could use some kind words, as they are going through a family emergency. They are my Aunt and Uncle and my cousin is in critical condition. Thanks in advance.

It's Called a Thermometer

According to the superintendent of our school system, we live in an Arctic Tundra. I've never been that North before, but I hear it's really cold. I'm sure inhabitants of very cold climates have adapted to the frigid weather and dress accordingly. In this day of modern technology we have what is called a thermometer and a weatherman. If you can't read that new fangled gizmo called a thermometer, the weatherman will do it for you. Once the weatherman's findings are presented we can plan to dress our children for school. It's really quite simple, if it's cold outside dress warm. Please don't treat parents like morons and cancel school because it's under 10 degrees.

I'm not a bitter mom, pissed off because my kids are home to bother me. They are teenagers and don't get up until noon, they also keep the dog occupied for me. We are suppose to be teaching the future of the world self sufficiency, but what we are teaching them is to all want to grow up to be teachers. Not that there's anything wrong with that, I just think we might want a little variety. And in the dead of winter, when are little darlings have just entered the workforce, do we really want them waking to their alarm saying, "Dude, do I have to go to work this morning, it's really cold and I don't know what to wear."