Sunday, March 29, 2009

Peel Me a Grape

My state has a biennial form of government, which means that a legislative session is two years long. Odd-numbered year are long sessions and even-numbered years are short sessions. In the odd-numbered years, legislators generate a two year budget, however, adjustments will generally need to be made to because the "best laid plans of mouse and men oft go astray." So in the even-numbered years, whatever adjustments that are necessary are made to the budget.

We are in the midst of a long session. In addition to the budget, there are thousands of other legislative matters involving where golf carts may be driven, the use of traps to hunt foxes, and my personal favorite, creating a license plate with a logo to commemorate some group or organization. Then there is the more heavy duty stuff like increasing penalties for certain criminal acts, making changes to the state health plan, and trying to provide some assistance to families facing foreclosure. Government is important stuff and I'm proud to be a small part of it but I'm also exhausted! I'm doing the hamster dance again and my legs are really too short and chubby for this type of a workout. Last week, I worked 52 hours (two days were 13 hour days). I really don't know if I'm coming or going. I've made an attempt to read blogs that entertain and stimulate me, but I haven't had the energy to leave a coherent comment on most.

Rather than continue to whine, I have decided to imagine a calming scenario. It involves a beach, but with shade (I have no interest in working on a tan) and a tall frosty glass holding a pina colada so cold that my fingers are slightly chilled, with a wedge of fresh pineapple on the side speared with a maraschino cherry. Here's the best part: a tall young brown-skinned man to massage my shoulders and his twin brother to fan me. I also want a port-o-potty right on the beach. I'm a practical woman and all those pina coladas have to go somewhere. Oh please, somebody peel me a grape.

12 comments:

Gerry said...

As hard as you have been working I am surprised you have the energy to make people smile. I hope they dont take advantage of a workhorse Don't worry, I just want you to get through this legislative session. There will be time for a blog comment maybe when you come to short one! Nice to know you are alive!

warrior scout said...

might i sugggest not simply imagining this beach, but planning it? methinks an active plan may have much more impact in the long run- especially when your toes actually go in the water and the breeze whispers to your face.

Christopher M said...

HAHAHAHA.... The last part made me laugh about the " Young Man" to drop your shoulders and all that

You had me untill you said PORTAPOTTY and then it all went POOF!

Gee thanks LOLLLL

-- Christopher

http://life-accordingtochristopher.blogspot.com/

Des's big daddy said...

It's going to be a while before I get that hamster melody out of my brain.

Belated happy birthday wishes.

Sybil said...

Please can I join you on the beach...I promise to find my own "boy" or even "boys"..XX
Thanks for the giggle.
Sorry though that you have had such a hard week or two...Hopefully you will be able to make the beach dream a realty..
Love Sybil xx

Beth said...

Hmm, DO you get a vacation in the midst of all this insanity? That might be just what the doctor ordered. As long as the doctor comes along. :)

Hang in there, Sheria! We'll keep the light on for you!

Hugs, Beth

Bucko (a.k.a., Ken) said...

Welcome to the cry me a river club, I am doing 72 hour weeks (6-12's) for five weeks straight, and that does not include the #&%@# commute :o)

Alan said...

Sending you some bright sun, cute cabana boys, and high energy hamster food. Hope you catch a happy break soon.

Yasmin said...

My bags are packed and I'll bring my own peeled grapes..and several boys..lol in the midst of you work and tiredness you found time to make us all smile.

Take care

Yasmin
xx

jack-of-all-thumbs said...

Belated happy birthday, friend. We'll have to have that pina colada for real, sometime soon. (Though make mine a scotch....)

Marc said...

And if I know you, you just want the pina colada for show, you won't even drink half of it.
Now the boys are another story. I can see that you wisely chose two of them, one for me and one for you.

Cynthia said...

Excellent, informative post and
your fantasy is enticing.