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Okay, its time to stop feeling sorry for myself and pull myself up by the old bootstraps. That’s one of those old sayings; you know the kind that you’re not all that sure what it means, except that you’re pretty sure its wise and should apply to your current life situation. Anyway, I think it means I should just get over it and get on with it, or as Johnny would say, “Quit whining and start shining.”
To that end, I wrote an awesome song (tune only) for my Music Class. Next week we will write the harmony and that will be our Final. My spirit will be crushed if my teacher doesn’t like it, but I can’t imagine THAT happening.
I talked to UltraDad tonight, and he plowed snow half of the night last night. He said he plows with someone else for the present; I’m not sure if that means they are both in the same snowplow, or if there are two snowplows working together, but I’m sure that soon he will be a snowplowing expert, making the roads safer for wintertime drivers.
My poodles made sure I got out of the house today. They whine and look pointedly at their leashes and make me feel I would be a terrible person and a terribly irresponsible pet owner if I refused to take them for a “walk” (actually, in Rowdy’s case, more like a lunging gallop.) Once at the Park, I usually turn them loose in the semi-confines of a sports field and let them run. In the end, it always turns into some sort of running-tackling-wrestling game, which makes me smile for several reasons. First, because they are so funny, and secondly because I am calculating all the energy they are expending. This means they will be ready for an afternoon nap, and I will feel less guilty about leaving them for 5 hours while I go to work.
At work, one of my inmate workers told me how much he and several others appreciate the efforts I make on their behalf, ie working unusual hours on occasion, trying to bring in new store items for a little variety and treating them like human beings. A little appreciation always makes me feel better. You too, I’ll bet. Another thing: we got in some new frozen egg rolls, which are handed out in tandem with a paper wrapper for microwave heating. The guys started just handing out the paper wrapper at first. As the ‘customer stared at it quizzically they would explain that this WAS the egg roll, and it would ‘blow up’ (or expand) when heated in the microwave for ten minutes. Then after a good laugh, they would hand out the real thing. Their enjoyment was contagious.
Tomorrow I will make a trek up to Ruby Valley to bring in supplies for the intrepid snowplow operator. I will work on my Political Science essay and study for next week’s test. Maybe I will even swamp out the house, drag in boxes of Christmas decorations and embark on the annual cookie making marathon.
Maybe…but we all know better. After all, we are talking about UltraMom, the procrastinator extraordinaire.

Wishing you some laughter and appreciation of your own,
UltraMom