It Starts

Already I'm done with summer vacation. I so envy those of you who are "too busy to talk". Each morning, my eyes get misty as I sip green tea and watch professionals head out for work.

How I wish I had somewhere fun to go!

Oh, sure, on some level MOSI and Lowry Park Zoo are a barrel of laughs. I'm just one of those former careerists that liked mixing it up with similarly-minded suits who are probably running the company by now. During school, I can pretend to be part of the machinery. I dress the part. I walk fast. During summer, I feel like an at-home mom.

I've got three full weeks in which to fill with activity before leaving for Colorado. During the day, I'm dragging the kids along. At night, I'm not above dropping them off with my parents to get out and talk. to. someone.

Case in point - guess what I'm doing tonight? Go ahead and guess. An anti-war rally? USF lecture series? As if! Tonight I have a date with my favorite hunter - he is going to teach me how to shoot a gun. That's right, peeps. Do you think this will get me kicked out of the "We Are the World" club? Oh, well. There won't be a defenseless animal in front of me or anything. Besides, I never claimed to be a pacifist.

Hunter Friend is going to start me off with a 22 and we'll work our way to a 44. (I have no idea what that means, I just want to look like Angie Dickinson.)

My point is this - I must keep busy or I will go insane and take two six year-olds with me. After tonight, I'll be one heavily armed liberal searching for cocktails and conversation. Now what's not fun about that?