Another piece of my youth is gone...

John Hughes died yesterday at age 59, he was the director of every teenage movie of my youth, The Breakfast Club, Sixteen Candles, Mr. Mom, Uncle Buck-- basically anything staring Molly Ringwald... another piece of my youth is just gone... first Farrah Fawcett (my hair style... she's all through my year books) my music... Micheal Jackson (face it - the man could dance and you remembered the music) and now my movies... Cripes I'm old.

One thing I have to say is those movies had a basic message, be who you are in the end it all worked out... I never did reach the princess status but I was firmly entrenched in the nerd/ semi-jock role. I didn't like High School a whole lot - oh there were moments you look back on and smile but I enjoyed College a whole lot more...

Ok trip down old people lane is over. Couple of other thoughts for a Friday...

In my never ending search for the magic figure-your-husband-out key I pose this... the usual morning routine is this; alarm goes off, Shelby is up and in my face, I get up, me and pups go downstairs, they go outside, we all potty (me inside thank you very much) then doggie breakfast, Shelby is done in approximately .9 seconds, Violet 20 minutes later if she's in the mood to eat, then upstairs, shower and on we go...

The wrinkle comes with the husband's alarm - I hear it, he turns it off then shouts --literally --shouts at me to ask me if I've showered yet... um dear... (think dumbass) if I'm not upstairs yet then I haven't showered yet - you know this routine as well as I do....WHY do you find it necessary every freaking morning to shout at me to ask the SAME STUPID QUESTION? Only to roll over and go back to sleep... it would be wrong to toss cold water on his sleeping backside right? Yeah that would be wrong... and he'd be cranky while it would be fun for a minute, cranky Bubba in the morning is not much fun. Maybe I'll just put peanut butter on his toes one Sunday morning and let the puppies have at it. (insert evil grin here)

And finally... Bubba's frat buddies aka his co-workers. There aren't many women in the new place so the guy jokes are coming fast and furious... yeah... and now he's sharing. I'm putting dinner together last night and he's laughing and telling me all about a slip of the email that only men could find funny... I'm glad your happy honey but it just confirms that boys reach age 12 in humor and that's it. Oh the jokes might get dirtier as the years go on, but the context is the same... why else would American Pie have 12 zillion sequels and still make money...

Anything to beat back the stress of laying people off and wondering when the pink slip is coming your direction... Ah Friday... let the quiet dead of the office begin... continue... back to resume polishing...
Later!