My Mundane Monday...


My brothers must have all the thrill-seeking genes in my family. Being real adrenalin-junkies, they ride motorcycles, fly airplanes, camp in the dessert- with scorpions as companions, and I don't even want to know all the other crazy things they do and don't tell me. They really are kind that way.

I love the dull, everyday, "same ole, same ole" routine. If my sweet William comes home and asks me how my day went and I answer, "uneventful" he knows I've had a good one. Hmmm....maybe that's a result of having 5 sons in 7 years. It was a solid decade before an uneventful day ever occurred. True to say, I might have had my share of "thrill-seeking" kicked out of me- a steady diet of adrenalin could do that. Now, I treasure days that require nothing special, no calls to the poison control center(hello, it's me again...), no wails of injustice(those would be mine, by the way) no near catastrophic events(um, Mom, John was blowing up this thing and...) Just laundry and dishes, a bit of sewing and crochet thrown in, fixing dinner, a movie before bed. A stellar day. Oh I still enjoy a bit of excitement, I just have much lower standards than the general public...

Mondays are meant to be mundane. The crazy rush of the weekend comes to a sudden halt when that alarm clock goes off on Monday morning. Back to the regular schedule of routine tasks. It's my "regroup" day.

I did have a date night with my sweet William- after a mundane day. See? My idea of excitement. Dinner- I had an amazing salad, he had enough meat on his plate to be mistaken for the local butcher shop. Then we went to a movie- Cowboys and Aliens. Why? I don't know. Bill wasn't in the mood for a chick flick and I wasn't in the mood for stupid humor, so we do what a lot of couples do- we compromise so that neither of us will be happy! Actually, he had a great time- if his laughter at my expense was any indication. When I saw the previews, I was thinking- a little action, a little western, a little sci-fi- hey, what's not to like? But a very important issue had completely slipped my mind... the whole Hollywood slime factor. Who was it that decided that all aliens must be slimy? As far as I'm concerned, "mucous membranes" is the all-time most nauseating words in the English language. No kidding, I'm holding a bucket on my lap just typing those words. gag. So the cowboys are tough- Daniel Craig and Harrison Ford. The little flying spaceships are tough- all metallic and zoom-zoom. Then they have to throw in these aliens dripping...gag...mucous. Their slippery, snotty, bodies are jumping out at people- just once, I'd like to meet an alien with dry skin- in need of some moisturizer. Nope, not in this movie. The other movie patrons are getting a double feature watching me climb over seats and dash for the bright red EXIT sign! What can I say, I have finely honed my emergency responses. Were the aliens really scary- oh yeah, but I was honestly more concerned that they were gonna drip on the cute...er...tough cowboys. When I wasn't clawing Bill's arm off, I was standing up and making a dash for the door. As Bill's laughter is echoing across the parking lot, he's expressing his amazement at how fast I could move and how far I could get before he'd even had a chance to flinch. Oh yeah baby, that mugger's gonna have to catch me first.

So I'm all wrung out and ready for a tepid Tuesday. Please...


Girls, so here's the red head shot- it was supposed to be brown- with a hint of red. My hair didn't get the memo, I guess.