Sunday: The Beginning or The End?

March 21, 2022 ~ JodiLea

I hate that the calendar week starts on Sunday.
Sunday is supposed to be a day of “rest”, and reflection. A day to mentally relax before the next week’s chaos gears up for Monday. And of course, for watching football.

To begin the week on Monday makes perfect sense. If you begin the week on Sunday, that means your rest and reflections should be on Saturday – making no sense whatsoever. Everyone knows that Saturdays are for goofing off, yard-work and socializing. Date night.

Answer me this… Why are big award shows like the Grammies and the Oscars on Sunday night? On Monday, people have to get up early and go (and function) to work. Why can’t these shows be on Saturday? If you want to make a night of Oscar’s festivities, you have to take Monday off. Monday’s usually suck, so this is not a big sacrifice, however, your boss may disagree.

In my family (only the women), we have a tradition around the Academy Awards that started with me and my teenage daughter. The pre-show fashion dissing was so much fun that we watched it together – even if we had to watch over the phone or tape it for when we could be together. Then, over the span of years our fun evolved into us dressing up and walking the red carpet while being interviewed and photographed. The awards themselves were chances to voice (loudly) our opinions and eat the smorgasbord of snacks we prepared all day prior to the Event. One year we filmed “screen tests” for Thor.

The past 2 years COVID prevented our traditional Oscar weekend. I don’t think it a coincidence that the last two award ceremonies were blah. This year should be different. We got so excited to hear about there being a Host this year! In fact there are three of them, all comedians, and two of our favorites. Daughter has ‘Oscar Monday’ off, and my soon-to-be 12 year old granddaughter has permission to go on a field trip to her grandma’s and miss school. There are certain things you aren’t taught in the classroom. Like fashion sense. How to behave with dignity. How NOT to behave in public.

And then, there is ‘how to borrow clothes and jewelry you don’t want to buy’, and what ‘after-party’ really means. I could go on. I am so far off track now that I should just wrap this up and call it a night. I asked a question somewhere in the beginning of this post… Oh yeah! Should Sunday be the start or the end of the week?

I’m not really interested in that topic anymore. Besides I must get ready for the Oscars! If you have an opinion about Sunday, please share it with us in the comments!

TTFN

Memos I Have Missed

March 20, 2022 ~ JodiLea

Oh, I’m not talking about workplace memos.

I’m talking about the memos that seem to be sent to everyone but you, leaving you clueless and embarrassed. They are regarding things you should know, do, or not do. Like the image on the right says.

Another one I missed is the memo from hubby to our kids. I suspected this was going on for a while, but not at the level it’s taken to now. This memo must have said something like – “If the trash & recycle bins in the kitchen get full, pretend they are not and keep shoving stuff in. DO NOT complain the trash is full OR take the trash out to the cans in the garage. When someone, i.e. me, gets sick of the overflowing bins and the un-fitables on the counters and the floor next to them, she will take care of all of it. We no longer have to worry about it.” They got me with the trash thing. They all know that I get disgusted long before anyone else will. Their tolerance for filth amazes me.

I would LOVE to hear about the memos you have missed in your life. Just write them in the comment space and let me know all about them!

TTFN

0 Dark Thirty

February 15, 2022February 13, 2022 ~ JodiLea

Departure day from South Padre Island (SPI). The alarm went off at 3:30 AM. It looked and felt, like the middle of the night. My flight to Houston left at 6:45 am, and the rental car was due in at 5:00 am. Poor Maggie’s flight did not leave until 1:30 pm. She said she was able to catch up on her sleep, have a meal, then when she was ready – the flight was postponed an hour. She did make it home safe and sound, but I am sure she has adventures to tell…

Speaking for myself, the last thing you want when you’re on your way home is an unplanned adventure. I am tired from adventuring and I want to be home. I must be on Scotty’s bad side because he never beams me up. Such is life.

Back home, a new year, too many commitments, projects to do, and of course, the usual aggravations. Like dentists, surgeons, appointments, meds. I could go on, but I don’t have the time.