I’ve just spent almost my entire quiet time this morning on Facebook, looking at (and trying to figure out) all the changes.

Change is hard, especially when you’re 39 years old. Can I get an Amen?  Just going through a list in my mind, here. Wow, a whole lot of changes for me in the last year or so. Incredible. Changes in my personal and professional life, changes in my family’s lives…

Changes are supposed to teach us something. My theory is that change is life’s growing pains. Remember when you were a kid and you’d be lying in bed, and your legs would ache for no apparent reason? That always happened to me (although not much after the 5th grade, heh). My mom would bring in some baby aspirins and tell me that she thought I was just having growing pains. The biggest issue is what’s on the other side of a growing pain. Most times, it’s wisdom, increased productivity, perspective.

Other times, it’s crap. HA

What are your changes doing to you? What have you learned from them? I covet your thoughts.

Since I’ve janked around on Facebook so long, I’m late for the shower. But it’s the day before the day before Friday, so yay!

Monday again? Arg. Where do the weekends go? The way of the dinosaur, alas.

Or should I say, YARRRRR!? It’s Rousseau’s birthday today, which always coincides with TLaP Day. Avast, me hearties.

It’s also the week of the County Fair. There is some unhealthy food in my future, as well as walking around with the Js, looking at animules and maybe taking a ride on the merry-go-round.

Rousseau. He’s 12. That makes him a senior citizen, like the Thriller. And RD.

This week, I’m going to test-drive the new Fanci-Fill cake pan I got for my birthday, since I’m responsible for providing the cakey goodness for Bob’s birthday feast, coming up on the 2nd. Hmmm, ideas. I found one that has yellow cake with chocolate ice cream filling and chocolate icing. That one might be the ticket. Or maybe chocolate cake with mint chocolate chip ice cream filling and cream cheese icing. Or perhaps: both. The possibilities, the possibilities…

Happy Monkday, fiends. Get bizzy!

Wow, my 50th RNF post. Well, actually, most of my posts are just errant neurons. But here is what is falling out of my melon.

Something cool:*

So not good for you, and so fantastic looking. I wonder if Seamus might like them for his upcoming birfday…

• Do NOT go here. (Caveat: some are PG-13 — and the views expressed therein are those of the writers, and do not necessarily represent the views of Rockin’ the Bourgeoisie or of any other individual or corporate entity — but many are downright brilliant.)
• My first tap rehearsal is Saturday. Oy.
• I get the Js tomorrow night for the first time in forever. I also get to see Mavis for the very first time since I brought her home from the hospital on Saturday, 3 September. My horrendous cold (which I am now officially done with, thank the gods) didn’t allow me to visit. Giving her that muckity muck could have been life-threatening in her condition.
• Oscar Wilde said, “Consistency is the last refuge of the unimaginative.” Lucky for me, eh?
• This is a good idea. Of course, the Cloud is even better.
• Speaking of the Cloud…my school district finally went with the Google Apps suite. Fantastic. My IT gal? I worship her. (If you’re reading this, Sparky — you get a big hunk of chocolate very soon)

*Recipe here

Whoa, some pretty things to look at today. Who says garbage has to be unslightly? [Unslightly? I meant unsightly. HA. Thank you and move along.]

According to Wikipedia:

In the early 20th century, Fort Bragg residents threw their household garbage over the cliffs above what is now Glass Beach. They discarded glass, appliances, and even cars. The land was owned at that time by the Union Lumber Company, and locals referred to it as “The Dumps.” Sometimes fires were lit to reduce the size of the trash pile.

In 1967, the North Coast Water Quality Board and city leaders closed the area. Various cleanup programs were undertaken through the years to correct the damage.

Over the next several decades the pounding waves cleansed the beach, wearing down the discarded glass into the small, smooth, colored trinkets that cover the beach today.

How lovely is that? More photos here. Raise your hand if you did not know this existed.

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These are awesome — as long as your light socket doesn’t hang from the ceiling.

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What do you love? Type it in and go.

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This is how I feel this morning. HAA

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And finally, a thing of true beauty. Wonder if we should try those…you up for it, Mavis? Maybe for Christmas Eve?

Happy Tunesday, fiends. And happy anniversary to Helen and Lars!

…and it’s only 5:19 a.m. That’s a good thing, Martha.

1. I’m among the living again, yay! No DayQuil or NyQuil yesterday, and we made it just fine. [I am willing away the tickly feeling in my lungs, however.] Another virus in the books, and all’s well that ends well. And just in time for Dinner Theatre rehearsals to start tonight at 7.
2. I was short on ideas — and time — for Jake’s upcoming 4th birthday, so daughter-in-law Hannah gave me this great idea. And thanks to the BOGO offer, Justin gets a pair, too.
3. Had a great impromptu visit with Simone last night.
4. Mavis is slowly improving. Bigtime PTL on that score.
5. Two of my former students commented on my Facebook wall that they missed choir & musical theater. That’s a feather for sure.
6. Last night at 10:30, I shut down the box and told the Thriller I was going up to read. I said, “…and another week starts.” His response? “Yeah, but it’s another week closer to our vacation.” Touché!