Gettin Antsy

Today I started packing for Blog Camp Reno. I know, I know, you think I'm getting ahead of myself, but that's not really the case. Although BC Reno doesn't start until Friday, I am actually going out Wednesday. Actually I'm not a true Blog Camper, but more of a pseudo-camper since I'll be staying at my moms house all week. I'm kinda bummed about that, but my mom, who doesn't consider herself elderly (she prefers Outrageous Older Woman), needs my help. I could wax philosophical about being in that stage of life where I'm not only caring for my children, but also caring for my parent. However, that's not what THIS post is about. This is about being totally excited about finally getting to go to my very first Blog Camp!

So, because I know how much most of us love lists, here is what I have so far:

• Blog Camp t-shirts -- yes I got 2, one lilac and one green
• Big girl camera (although it's a Canon, not a Nikon)
• Big girl lens for my camera
• Sony P&S just in case
  
• Tiaras -- yes, plural
• Big ass Starbucks mug for my morning fix
• Bottle of wine for my evening fix
  
• Extra wine glass just in case
• iPhone and iPod
  
• Giftie for hostess
• Three bottles of prescription strength Axe Repellent
• Very cool, very pink Sperrys -- not Chucks, I couldn't find a pair that grabbed me. The Sperrys practically jumped into my hands. I love them!
  

However, there are several things that I'm afraid I won't get to before I leave:

• Lose excess wine weight
• Lose the gray hair (I mean if I had any...)
• Manicure and pedicure
• Lose excess wine weight
  
• Buy a Nikon
• Get my Moo cards delivered in time to gift (free shipping was 5 days, I leave in 2)
• Lose excess wine weight

Hopefully I can get some of that stuff done. I don't see it happening...

Things I Learned This Morning

• When you have to wake up early on a Saturday morning, you will not sleep well the night before. 
• I stayed up later than usual to catch up on my Bleeps blogs
• Was woken up 3 different times as 3 different teenagers came home (they are different ages, therefore they have different curfews)
• One teenager sleeps with her phone. Normally this does not cause an issue for me, but last night she rolled over and slept-called me. At 2AM. I was NOT happy.
• At 4AM, fat Jenny decided to freak out about something. I still don't know what. I still don't care.
• A 6:45 alarm sounds like the devil coming to get you on a Saturday morning
• Technically I could have slept a little later, but before heading out to the build site, I had to go out of my way to make a certain stop. It was non-negotiable:

•  A smiling face is always nice to see first thing in the morning:
  

•  You never know who will prove to be a construction dynamo. Seriously, she could frame a wall lickety-split!

•  There's always time for a little fun:

 

• When framing a wall in the basement, you have to use galvanized nails on the bottom. In case you have never had the pleasure don't know,  trying to drive galvanized nails into treated wood is like trying to hammer jello to a wall. They are coated with zinc so they won't rust, and this makes them very soft. It sucks takes some patience. For every 1 nail I got in without bending it, I had to pull out 3 or 4 ruined ones. I had them all in a pile to photograph, but a very kind person (obviously not a blogger or photographer) cleaned them up before I could snap my photo. Here are some I found lying around. The lighter ones on the bottom are the devil galvanized ones.  As you can see, sometimes the regular nails had to be pulled out also.
  

•  It's fun to see a little bit of American pride in unexpected places:

 

• If you try to hammer your finger into the wood, you will get a blood blister. I'm surprised I got off so easy...

• A Habitat for Humanity build day is a fun way to socialize, give back to your community, avoid going to the gym, sweat a whole lot, tire-out yourself (and your snoring husband next to you), get points for working hard so you don't have to make dinner, and feel good about helping out a deserving family. Check out the H4H in your area. It's worth it!
  

You know what is sad?

I'll tell you what is sad. So will Otin. Otin is sad about a lot of stuff... Go check him out...

• It's thursday night. I should be working on Pharmacy Friday but I'm not because I have to worry about getting sued by some crazy person. 
• It really makes me sad when I ask for NO Pickle and I still get a stinkin pickle screwing up my lunch. Gack! It totally pisses me off!

• It makes me sad when a doctor calls me at work, asks for my advice on a medication, then gets mad at me for not telling him what he wants to hear. I DID NOT MAKE THE DRUG. I AM TELLING YOU WHAT THE MANUFACTURER SAYS. DEAL WITH IT. IT IS NOT MY FAULT!
• Copays. Copays make me sad. But FYI, your pharmacy does not dictate your copay. That comes directly from your insurance company. If you don't like it, call them. It's NOT MY FAULT. 
• Have you ever noticed that when you are on time all the lights are green? It's only when you're late that you hit EVERY RED LIGHT IN TOWN. That makes me so darn sad...
• It's sad that I can't answer 'someones' question (I'm not allowed to use first names anymore -- dang lawyers) about tracking of medications. But yes, some states track the usage of control drugs (hence the 'control' part). If you're in my state I can look online and see which control drugs you have gotten and see if you paid cash or used insurance. Unfortunately it's not every state. That makes me sad.
• It also makes me sad that people get addicted to drugs.
• Some people think Sterling (The Penguin) is scary. That makes me sad. He's totally cool (haha no pun intended) and he brings me wine.

• It makes me NOT sad that Otin  asked me to post a You Know What is Sad post with him. He's the Bestest! 
  
• I didn't take my dogs for a walk today. That makes them sad. 

• I get sad when I have to clean up dog poop because I didn't walk them. Grrr. 
• It makes me really sad to see that rigor mortis has set in.
  

•  It makes me sad when I think I could lose 30 pounds if I gave up wine. I like wine. It makes me happy. It makes me sane. But I hate when the bottle is empty. An empty wine bottle makes me really sad.
•  I'm sad my post is over now...
• What makes you sad?
  

I Suck But You Don't!

This whole post goes out to my friend GOOSE at What's Good for the Goose. Not only is she my bloggy friend, she's also my Real Life Friend! And she puts up with all of that crap in the pharmacy!

Now you might ask yourself "Why Goosey?" And I'll tell ya. I suck. Suck suck suck. She is a new blogger and I should have tagged her for a Love Ya award. But I didn't. Because I suck. She doesn't suck though. She's awesome so go check her out.

So this award is called the I Suck But You Don't! award and it is all for you!


Here are the rules:
Give this award to someone you like that doesn't suck!
Let that person know you gave it to them!

Umm, that's it. Enjoy!
*** I've been getting lots of comments on the picture. It's not mine. Click on it and it'll give you the source :) ***

The Good, The Bad, and the Sucky Part

The Good:
Actually I should have called it The Awesome cuz that's what it is! While I was in New England, Little Ms Blogger bestowed upon me the Love Ya Award. I'm so honored and excited and all gushy inside!

Here are the rules:

"This award is bestowed on to blogs that are exceedingly charming. These kind bloggers aim to find and be friends. They are not interested in self-aggrandizement. Our hope is that when the ribbons of these prizes are cut, even more friendships are propagated. Please give more attention to these writers. Deliver this award to eight bloggers who must choose eight more and include this cleverly-written text into the body of their award."

1. Barb at Sassy & Ginger Chronicles
2. Marion at Create Joy and Wonder
3. Amanda at Four Molnars
4. Willow at Willow Manor
5. Lordana at Escape into my Thoughts
6. Marinik at Marinik's blog
7. Ali at Little Pink Clock
8. Lisa Michelle at Random Thoughts of a 30-something

Ok. That was kinda hard choosing just 8. There are so many good blogs out there and I find more every day. But check these ladies out, they are awesome. Oh and go ahead and check out Otin if you haven't, he loves being tagged for crap.

Ok, now The Bad but it's really just The Sad
I can't do Pharmacy Friday anymore. Well, I can't answer questions anyway. Apparently I can get sued. Husband has been worried about it for a while so I checked with a lawyer friend of mine and unfortunately she agrees with him. If you want you can give me topics for me to write about, but I can't answer any personal questions. I'm really sad about it because I love Pharmacy Fridays, but I have lots of girls to put through college and pay for weddings etc.

The Sucky 
I hope I don't lose too many followers over the Pharmacy Friday thing. It sucks that as a society we are all sue-happy (and not Sue- Happy -- you know cuz my real name is Sue -- you know that right?). Oh well. Now I have to put my life back in order since it's my first full day back from vacation. It's amazing how much dogs will shed in a week...

Another Deep Thought... Or Two

How come I keep gaining and losing one follower at a time? What am I doing wrong? Why do they keep leaving? Darn it all...

Okay, that wasn't really my deep thought for the day. Actually my deep thought is about this:

GETTING TO KENNEBUNKPORT from BOSTON via COOPERSTOWN for the Baseball Hall of Fame:

• Time spent bonding with hubs: 13+ hours
• Miles driven in rent-a-car: 575
• Fulfilling a big boys dream: priceless I guess it was worth it
  

 

Here's another Deep Thought or Two about Cooperstown: 

• Ummm, adolescent boys stink
• Put a couple hundred of said adolescent boys in one building, the building will stink as well
• Don't forget that most of these boys are wearing their athletic gear (clean? maybe, but I'm guessing not)
  
• Add their dads, sisters, mothers, grandparents and a Very Hot Day
• What do you get? An inexplicably fragrant venue. Really.

Tomorrow I'll have my Deep Thoughts about Maine. They don't start out well, but it gets better...

Thoughts on Boston

• I could definitely live here. I love it. Some things to consider tho:
• I've been here 3 days and the weather has been beautiful. I've heard the winters are pretty rough.
• We're staying in the Back Bay, I'm also guessing we wouldn't be able to afford to actually live on this side of town
• I'm not sure how often I can walk past all those shops on Newberry street without having a total meltdown about not being able to afford anything here
  
• I love that there are towering skyscrapers next to 100+ year old churches

• I love that this city is the literally where we became a nation. I'm so proud to be an American.
• I've learned a great deal about the history and birth of our nation. Did you know there were only 5 deaths in the Boston Massacre? I always thought it was more. And did you know Paul Revere never finished his famous Midnight Ride? He was arrested. I guess I didn't pay enough attention in school.
  
• I'm surprised at the number of French speaking people I have encountered. In St Louis I interact with Spanish speaking people all the time, and we have a large Bosnian community. If someone could tell me why all the French people are here I'd love to know. I've though about asking, but that brings me to my next point...
• There is no Southern Hospitality here. You may know that I'm relatively friendly and out-going and will chat with servers and cashiers etc. Not here. Don't try it. And don't ask for directions. Apparently in Boston I am a RWP.
  
• I'm not sure why Bostonians have only 25 letters in the alphabet. They are missing Rs. Really. "Get ya watah heah!" I've heard this all day long.
• I don't know where all the fat people are. The only fat people I see are the tourists. It must be the sweltering heat. I've showered twice today, thinking of doing it again before retiring for the night.
  
• In relation to the above statement, it must be the tourists keeping the North End in business. It's Boston's version of Little Italy (or The Hill if you're a St. Louisan). We had lunch at Villa Francesca and it was awesome. Then we went to Mike's Pastry for cannoli. Oh. My. God. I. Was. In. Heaven. Thanks to Cyndy at 110 Penned for the heads up. Yum. Really.
• Ok. A somber note. I was trying to decide if I should post this, but figured what the hell. I've had a glass (or 2) of wine. I am surprised that a few pieces of etched glass could cause me to become so emotional. If you don't know, I'm talking about the Holocaust memorial (here's the photo source)

• The memorial is 6 glass towers that you walk through. Each tower has 1 million numbers etched in the glass. Each number represents someone killed at one of the concentration camps. We passed by it on a tour earlier in the day, then walking back to our hotel we passed it again and I suggested going through it and taking a look. I didn't get passed the first tower of glass before the tears started and by the 6th I was a mess. I have no idea why it affected me so much (well, other than the obvious). I mean, I'm not Jewish, I don't have any Jewish relatives, or even German, Russian, Czechoslovakian... I don't have a personal connection to anyone that had been in one of the death camps. It had always seemed so distant, do you know what I mean? It was before I was born, it was in another country, what on earth does it have to do with me...? There aren't even any photos, just numbers and a few quotes. We had to stop so that I could compose myself before going on. Here's the website. You should look, I think it's important.
• Whew. Thinking about it has gotten me all worked up again. Plus hubs is telling me to shut down the Mac and go to bed. I think I will. thanks for reading.
• Oh crud I just realized it's Friday. Sorry. Pharmacy friday will be postponed... I'll try to get to it tomorrow! 'Night y'all!
  

Wild Turkey

I've always been more of a wine drinker, but I'll take wild turkey any day...Yesterday as I was getting out of the shower I happened to look out my bathroom window and see some wild turkeys just beyond the backyard fence.

When I first looked out, Mr. Turkey had his butt facing toward me (a coincidence, I assure you) and he had it all fluffed out and feathery. I first grabbed my iPhone, which luckily was on the bathroom counter. However, unfortunately one major problem with the iPhone is that the camera doesn't zoom! Grrrr! I snapped a shot or two then dashed to the closet to get hubs' Cannon. By then the stinking turkeys, although still nibbling, had decided they wasted enough time flaunting and were on to serious breakfast eating.

I watched for a few minutes but no kodak moments presented themselves. I should have just chucked caution to the wind and ran outside in my birthday suit... But 1) I like to have sports bras on when I run and 2) I didn't want to trip over my boobs and 3) although we back up to woods we still have neighbors on either side that I'm sure would not have appreciated such a sight so early in the morning.

Alas... this is the only half-way decent shot I have. It'll have to do. Now if I could just find some Fat Bastards or Toasted Heads in my backyard...

Oh oh oh... speaking of "chucking" I also went shoe shopping yesterday! Can't wait to show you my new shoes!!!

Random Tuesday Thoughts

• Ahhhh, no more spilling evil truths. Now just regurgitating things I think about.
• This style is for both the Optomistic Pessimist and Otin.
• the OP cuz stream of consciousness makes her ADD go crazy
• Otin cuz if he can change then so can I
• I did not shower alone this morning...
• There was a spider in there with me
• He didn't make it out alive (sorry dude)
• Yesterday I had a quad venti skinny caramel latte and completely got the jitters. Weird because I get them fairly often and never get jittery. Usually I just get a grande, but I thought I needed extra caffeine. I guess not.
• Sunday I was pretty useless cuz I had some friends over to hang out in the pool. It was very relaxing. there was much day drinking going on. You may know that I'm not much of a day drinker, but I was on sunday
• I haven't been to the gym in over a week. I'm thinking of taking August off. I work all this week, then next week I'm going on vacay (and hopefully meeting the OP in real life!), then I'm home for a bit then off to Blog Camp Reno!! Well, that's actually in September.
• I forgot to feed #6's fish while she was in Tucson this week. I sure hope he's not dead. Actually I did feed him once. Is once a week enough? I remembered on the way to work this morning.
• I just realized that my misspelled words aren't underlined. Now I have to go thru and make sure I haven't misspelled too much.
• By the way, I cheated in 7th grade spelling. Now I am a horrible speller. Deal with it.
• Whoo Whooo! I'm engaged! One of the elderly patients came in here and said he had the winning ticket for tonights lottery. 124 million smackers. He said he would buy me anything I wanted. And he'd build me a mansion in the country with an outhouse and everything!  Not sure what hubs will think when I tell him I'm engaged to someone else. I think as long as I share he'll be fine, and maybe buy him a membership to a bunch of golf courses.
• Ok, this will have to do. Work is piling up and I think the techs are getting annoyed that I'm playing and not working.
• Ready to count? Lets do it!

Honest Scrap

Today I was trying to decide what I should write about. My last post was from 3 days ago, so really it's time for me to say something, but I'm lacking in inspiration. Then I remembered Otins blog from last week, the Honest Scrap Award. I figured if I couldn't come up with anything intelligent to say, I might as well spill some truths about myself. Some of these are pretty bad. Really. But, I grew up Catholic and I carry guilt around with me like so much baggage, maybe this will be cathartic. Or maybe I'll just be driven out of the blogosphere forever... I'm not sure. Just know that for some more than others, it was a long time ago, I was stupid, and so lucky there were no consequences to anyone other than myself...

The Honest Scrap Award rules are as follows:

* “The Honest Scrap” award is not one to hold all to your self but it must be shared!

* The recipient has to tell 10 true things about themselves in their blog that no one else knows.

* The recipient has to pass along this prestigious award to 10 more bloggers.

* Those 10 bloggers all have to be notified they have been given this award.

* Those 10 bloggers should link back to the blog that awarded them.

Here are 10 things some shocking, some not:

1. The story I tell of how I lost my virginity isn't true. Well, it is a true story, but it was the 2nd time, not the first. I don't like the first time. It doesn't suit me or my life. It's not who I am. I choose not to accept it. I don't like it, I don't think about it, and I don't talk about it. And pretty much, as far as I'm concerned, it didn't happen. The way I tell it is how I want to remember it.

2. When I was in about the 2nd grade I wanted a candy lipstick from the 7/11 and my mom wouldn't buy it for me. I pretended like I put it back, but really I just put it in my pocket. You might think that I was young and didn't know any better, but I did know better. That's why I sat under the dining room table to eat it so my mom wouldn't see me.

3. I was a real shit when I was in junior high. I'm surprised my parents didn't ship me off to boarding school or something. By the 8th grade I was the kid that all the other parents wouldn't let play with their kids. Luckily I went to a high school where only a few people knew me and I had the chance to start over.

4. I had a summer of slutdom. It was after a particularly hard break-up and I sought solace where ever I could find it. Amazingly enough, I could find plenty of it. Also amazingly enough, it did nothing to mend my broken heart.

5. I learned the hard way that you couldn't buy love. I bought guys stuff all the time (dinner, a motorcycle, a car, paid rent, etc). They still left, and I was still alone. Sad thing is, I didn't learn after the first guy. Or the second.

6. My loser starter ex-husband and I had a very stormy marriage. He threw me across the room once and I forgave him. He did it a month later and I filed for divorce.

7. I have taken 2 dogs and 4 cats to the pound. I don't know if they ever made it out alive. It was several years ago, but I still feel horribly guilty. I volunteer at Hope Rescues as penance.

8. When #5 was in the 6th grade I slapped her across the face. Hard. I was so mad, and she just kept pushing and pushing. She told me I hit like a girl. I couldn't help but laugh.

9. I have been in and out of the shrinks office since junior high. I haven't been since 2005 and this is the longest I think I've gone without one. Most of the time I'm fine about it. But I have one obsession that I can't seem to shake. Although years of shrinking didn't get rid of it either, so maybe it's just a part of me.

10. I had worse things on here, but decided to take them off. Even I know that peoples tolerance has limits. Maybe I'm just an evil person.

Well... there ya go. That's who I am. I decided not to tag anyone because I don't know who wants to share dark secrets. So, please, take it and share so that I don't feel like I'm the only bad guy out there...

Rants and Raves

First let me explain that the title was not my idea. Someone, a fabulous blogger, and one that I still follow, came up with the idea of Rants and Raves. However, as I am getting on in age, I seem to have forgotten who this person is. So... if you know (or if it is you) please share, so that I may give proper credit.

!!!! Update: Thanks Otin! It is Little Ms Blogger that does Rants and Raves!!!!

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Rant: I hate it when I spend days hours quite a while putting away all the clean laundry only to walk into my closet and see another basket full of clean clothes.

Rave: I'm thankful for my washer and dryer. They are spectacular! 


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Rant: I hate that I work-out and work-out and eat ice cream and pizza and run and walk dogs and work out and drink wine and work-out and I still can't lose weight. I keep losing and finding the same five pounds. Hate it.

Rave: I'm really so thankful that we have food on our table and the opportunity to choose what to eat. Really, we're blessed.

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Rant: Sometimes I hate where we live. It's so stupid. Its just a dumb smallish town about 1/2 hour from St. Louis. I have to drive 30 minutes to get to a real mall. It's a 30 minute drive to anywhere in St. Louis including The Hill, U City, Forest Park, Delmar, the Fox, the Zoo... Sometimes I'm embarrassed when people come to visit and they are staying with me cuz I'm just not a small town person. Not even smallish town. It's kinda hokey.

Rave: Sometimes I love where I live. It's a smallish town about a 1/2 hour from a wonderful metropolitan city. Plus we have a (fairly) vibrant down-town with several funky little stores, art galleries, several bars (of course) and 2 gourmet wine shops. We have several great restaurants. Not to mention 2 Starbucks (which I single handedly keep in business I think). Usually when I'm out and about I run into someone I know. Not every time -- it's not that small -- but often enough. There is also a university here, one that is rapidly gaining in prestige and has just become a Division 1 school.

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Rant: Sometimes -- really this one is bad -- sometimes I get a twinge of anger feeling of nostalgia kinda jealous when I'm out with one or more of my daughters and boys men guys are flirting talking to them and I'm standing there going "Hellooo... I'm here too."

Rave: I'm so lucky to have beautiful, friendly, easy-going daughters. And so lucky that they are all healthy. Yes, they all have issues and yes they all make me nuts at some point, but they are growing into wonderful young ladies that I am so proud of.

Rave 2: Then, if the boy man guy person is smart, he'll look at me and say something about my being one of the sisters. Although it's a total line and not true at all it totally makes me feel better so I don't have to down my sorrows in a box of Oreos bottle of wine. Silly, but it makes me feel better.

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Rant: I hate it when people don't like me and I can't figure out why. Seriously. I mean, I may be a bit somewhat narcissistic, but really it's because I'm insecure. I mean, don't we all just want to belong? To find people who like us for who we are, warts and all? And besides, I'm not always looking in the mirror checking myself out, I'm looking to make sure I don't have food in my teeth, or boogers in my nose, or any number of things that could be construed as gross. Why do you have to be so hateful about it??

Rave: I have got a really great group of friends. Actually several different groups. The reason, I think, is that I tend to get along with almost everyone. I'm not terribly catty (okay, yes, I can be catty sometimes, but I'm working on it), I'm not overly loud and obnoxious (well, unless I've had too much wine), and generally I think I'm okay. I also think most people are also generally okay. I can respect  people for who they are, no one has to play games to be a friend of mine. So come on, lets give each other a shot. I think some great friendships have started out with less...

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Rant: I have to stop blogging now to sit with #6 while she eats dinner cuz she has to babysit tonight

Rave: My teenager actually asked me to sit with her while she eats!!

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Random Tuesday Thoughts

I love random tuesdays cuz I don't have to think. I just wish I had more intelligent thoughts running thru my head. Pink says she's afraid of silence cuz it screams the truth. At first I agreed but I kinda like the silence so maybe not. I'm so glad I went to my reunion last weekend, but I gotta tell ya it dug up some buried memories. You know the kind. They are all dusty and covered with muck, but they're there, seeping out of my subconscious and punching me in the gut. Causing that lump in my throat, and those prickles of tears. Prickles, not pickles. I hate pickles, you should already know that. Speaking of pickles and prickles, is it time for lunch yet? No? How about another latte then? It really sucks that the Sbux down the street closed, thank goodness the one near me didn't close or it would be bad news. Ack! I only have one Pharmacy Friday question! Thoughts anyone?? Ok, if I were the Pharmacist In Charge (PIC) and had my own store and went on a maternity leave, then 2 people quit, then 1 went on vacation, and my store were left with a temp pharmacist, a new tech, and a fill-in tech, chances are I would only take a 10 week maternity leave instead of 12 weeks so that way my pharmacy would not go to hell while I was gone. I'd also keep that 2 weeks over my bosses head so that I'd get an extra 2 weeks of vacay when I wanted it since my maternity leave was cut short. Really. Because no matter how good your relief pharmacist is (that'd be me) when you have a pharmacy full of people who don't really know exactly how things are done, people tend to get pissy. Especially when your temp pharmacist has another temp job for a couple weeks in the middle and there is a temp-temp pharmacist in. Although I usually just bat my eyes and tell them in 2 weeks it'll all be back to normal so please bear with us. Or is it bare with us? After seeing some of the people that come in here I'm gonna go with bear with us. If your doctor writes for cream and all I have is ointment, I have to call to have it switched. It's dumb, but it's the law. Sorry. Ohhhh, not good. Just found a narcotic bottle full of blood pressure meds. Someone is in big stinking trouble. Is it lunch yet? Better yet is it quittin time cuz I'd really like a glass of wine please. Ok enough thoughts for today lets go count some drugs baby!

Don't forget your pharmacy friday questions!

Ruminations of the Weekend

• Walking into a room full of people you haven't seen in 20 years is quite stressful. You think that as a grown woman you can handle yourself in all situations. But driving up to that beautiful house, all those old insecurities come flooding back. Looks? Weight? Hair? Clothes? Success?
• Walking into a room full of people you haven't seen in 20 years is quite exhilarating. You know all those fears you had a minute ago? Gone in a flash.
• Being hugged by 40 women in one evening does wonders for one's self-esteem.
• Being hugged by those same women the next night is even better.
• Lessons from a nonagenarian:
Ladies do not walk around with food and beverages

Ladies never walk around with a cigarette

Ladies never drink from a bottle (except a water bottle)

Ladies sit with both feet on the floor, not with legs crossed

Ladies never sit on their boyfriend's (or husband's) laps

Ladies do not wear barbaric earrings

• Mrs S is amazing. I thought so 20 years ago, and I still think so. She is one sharp cookie. Which, of course, she would never eat.
• People don't really change over time. The quiet ones are still quiet. The loud ones are still loud. The goofy ones are still goofy. Uh oh, which one am I?
• Unfortunately, for some, cliques don't really change over time either.
• Wool skirts and saddle oxfords look as bad fashionable today as they did 20 years ago.

• Where's the spring uniform? The blue, yellow, or pink cotton dress. So lovely.
• Breast cancer can take your ta-tas, but not your spirit.
• Everyone should learn to fight like a girl.
• A solid education is one of the best gifts you can give to your children.
• Our graduates have been all over the world, from Alaska to New Zealand, from South America to Asia and everywhere in between. Oh, and Destin Florida. Duh!
• You don't have to be in your 20s to look and feel amazing.
• The women of SAA class of 1989 are absolutely fabulous. Seriously.