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Home Economics
Well, one mystery solved. The $2000 that my husband’s paycheck was short was because someone added an extra zero to the regular United Way donation. But why the payroll folks would think that my husband is donating HALF his salary? (shaking my head and rolling my eyes, which I never did as a teenager, so I am perfecting it now.) We always donate to the United Way because they support some excellent organizations, like hospice. (1)
So yesterday was the Rose Bowl, and normally we wouldn’t give a rat’s patoot, but Penn State was playing. Penn State is not far from my husband’s stomping ground, and it was his “back up” school. (He got into his first choice, University of Notre Dame. And no, his name is NOT Rudy. Why does everyone ask me that? It’s ridiculous. His name is Joe Montana.)
We had to decide if we wanted to watch the game in a local sports bar where the area Penn State club has been meeting for the games. We have been a couple of times and it’s been a lot of fun. But now this pain-in-the-butt budget thing is getting in the way of fun stuff like beer and nachos. But we decided to go anyway. Because I wanted to see Joe Paterno on the big screen one more time. (Let’s face it—Joe is no spring chicken and any game could be his last.)
So, we showed up and there were multiple problems. First, the bar was NOT showing the pre-game stuff because they were showing Clemson/Nebraska. I really like the pre-game stuff—the human interest stories. And the one guy (not Doug Flutie) who acts like the kind of guy who would be fun at a neighborhood barbeque. So, I was pissed and went to the other room, even though it was not the “Penn State” room. After kick-off I went back into the “Penn State” room, and guess what? There were NO Penn State fans there! Just my husband and me, wearing my Penn State sweatshirt. (I am not a PSU grad, either. I went to a small, private, liberal arts college where not only were there no co-ed dorms, but the male and female dorms were separated by bodies of water. (2) Members of the opposite sex had to sign in during visiting hours, which were between noon and nine pm. My mother thought these rules, along with the fact that this college was in a dry town, would keep me out of trouble. Keep believing that, mom.)
So, we ended up buying dinner and a beer apiece and spending more than $25 for beer we could have had at home and canned chili with a little cheese sprinkled on top. And no Penn State fans ever showed and the Nittany Lions got their butts handed to them. We left shortly before half time. Big waste of time and money. Two things we can’t afford to waste in 2009.
(1) Hospice was invaluable to us when my dad was diagnosed with cancer. By the time he was diagnosed, he was so far along that he began receiving hospice immediately. Forty-two days from diagnosis to death, and hospice was there every step of the way, assisting with his pain management. He got to die on his own couch in his own home looking at his favorite tree.
(2) The body of water was just a little creek, but apparently, in the world of the Presbyterians, it sufficed.



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