Just Rambling on a Monday Morning

Okay, you're my loyal followers.  I can't lie to you.  I got nothing.  Been wracking my brains for a good blog topic for today and it's just not happening.  No great information to share, no deep insights to offer.  Just some rambling thoughts on a Monday morning.

I bought my first Christmas presents this weekend.  One real gift and a few stocking stuffers for the kids.  Guess this is not going to be that year I get all my shopping done early so I can relax and enjoy the season.

Missed my early morning walk this morning.  Pouring rain and high winds.  Mother Nature is doing her best to strip the remaining leaves from the trees before winter arrives. (It's a shame she didn't do that for our friends in the northeast.)  It's unseasonably warm today but that's about to change.  According to last night's weather forecast, the low tomorrow is supposed to be 47 and the high on Wednesday will be 45.  I'm trying to figure out how we get past 46.  What do you think?

Things are supposed to warm back up a bit next weekend.  Hubby and I agreed to put up the outside Christmas lights then even though we don't turn them on until the day after Thanksgiving. 

My eldest called me today to let me know younger grandson's wrestling season begins on Sunday.  I love to see the grandkids play, perform, compete, whatever.  I happily attend games, meets, matches, concerts, performances, and recitals.  Wrestling meets are not my favorite.  Don't get me wrong, I love watching him wrestle, but have you ever been to a wrestling meet?  His are always on Sundays, somewhere between an hour to an hour and a half away (from my house, not his), and begin at 9:00 a.m.  He usually wrestles in three to five matches which last approximately one to five minutes each and are spread over most of the day.  So it's get up early and drive,  find a spot in the bleechers and wait, cheer like mad for a couple minutes, buy an over priced cup of something to stay awake, more waiting, cheer like mad for a couple minutes, walk around to get the circulation moving in my rear from those wooden bleechers, more waiting...  Well, you get the idea.  Swimming/diving meets are pretty much the same (I go to a lot of these, too).   I've tried taking a book to read but it seems rude not to at least pretend interest in the other kids' matches.  Any wrestlers, swimmers, divers, etc. in your family?  How do you handle the long meets?

Okay, I'm sticking in this picture just because I like it.

I took this a few weeks ago.  How could you not want to capture that sky?

Okay.  Nuff rambling for today.  What's wandering through your mind this Monday morning? 

Check back on Wenesday for the winner of last week's Hump Day Caption Contest.

Groaner of the Day: Kenny Rogers and his entourage are aboard their tourbus on their way to a concert in Denver, when they get a flat tire. The mechanic jumps off the bus to fix the flat, but because they're already behind schedule and in a hurry, he neglects to double check that the lug nuts are properly tightened down.

Shortly thereafter, as the bus goes around a curve on a twisty mountain highway, the entire wheel comes off. The bus veers off the road, and plunges down the side of the mountain.

Everybody on board is killed, except for a young "roadie" who happened to be lying in his bunk, and was somewhat shielded from the crash by his mattress.  The kid is lying in his hospital bed being interviewed by the press, and one reporter asks him if Kenny Rogers had said any last words?

"Yes," said the young man, "he did." As the bus went over the edge I could hear Mr. Rogers singing -

"You picked a fine time to leave me, loose wheel..."