Snoozing

I really am so tired right now I can hardly stay awake.  I have 11 more hours to go before I can go home and 12 hours till I can go to bed.  This is what happens when I don’t get a nap in the afternoon before coming in to work.

However, my younger sister was in town today so I met her for lunch and then again for supper – taking time to run home to grab my stuff needed for work tonight.  Can’t stop yawning.  She rarely comes up so wanted to be able to visit a bit with her.  I am going down to her place in Missouri for Thanksgiving but there is going to be 25+ other people there so visiting won’t be easy.  It ought to be a great time though.

My coworker who left when I came in told me the forecast advised we’d have snow flurries tonight or tomorrow – that is not even funny.  I don’t see snow on the forecast but tomorrow night is suppose to dip to a chilly 31 degrees.  I’m glad my sister gave me some blankets – the heater in my bedroom doesn’t work so it gets darn cold in there at night.  I need to have the maintenance guy come in to fix it but rarely see him to let him know about it.

My Lt said he’d bring me a diet Pepsi here before long in an effort to keep me awake.  I will probably have to walk down to the Kum and Go later to get another one – by later I mean around 3am.  I won’t get a break now until 9:30 pm but I already have to go to the bathroom so waiting will be fun.

Am I a Prude?

Or maybe too old fashioned? I just saw a movie on TV with Nicollette Sheridan as the star.  It was something she recently made for tv called “Deadly Vision” or something like that.  I hadn’t seen it from the beginning – tuned in over halfway through it.

The thing that irked me but that also makes me wonder if I’m prudish – is that she work short shirts and ponytails throughout the whole thing.  This woman is 45 years old – her wardrobe was something a person would expect to see on a 20 year old.  Why can’t women dress closer to their age?

I guess I was never insecure enough about my appearance to wear revealing clothes.  Short shorts, mini-skirts, plunging necklines, half shirts, etc., did not have a place in my wardrobe…even when I was twenty.  Dresses that plunged what I considered too low were safety pinned together higher up so nothing would be revealed (ok, maybe I had nothing to reveal???). 

Tight clothes were another thing I avoided.  I never liked clothes where a person could see the outline of underwear or, worse yet, a person’s belly button.  You would not believe some of the tight clothes I see on women older than myself who do not have the bodies for it.  But then, I don’t believe anyone one does.  The women, to me, look like they are advertising that they are looking for a lover or a sugar daddy.

I don’t know – I guess I’m just an old fuddy-duddy.