Someday I’ll have my dream blog.…
You know that mechanic with the busted up car? That’s me. I realize that all of my photos and such aren’t showing up and things around here are a bit goofy. I’ve been taking care of other peoples sites and neglecting mine. Sorry bout that. But they’ll be back soon. And just think, maybe I’ll actually write something instead!
Naked time.…
As a born again YWCA member (actually I was a member of the YMCA before but I don’t think it really matters, a Y is a Y to me) I have been trying to get accustomed to locker room etiquette again. I see the “no cellular phone” signs everywhere and obey them, at first I didn’t understand then I remembered picture phones and Twitter and started hyperventilating. I make sure and dry off my feet so I don’t leave slippery trails of death throughout he area. I try to pick a locker not in the middle of a bunch of taken lockers, it may not be a rule but it should be.
My only real issue, and I wouldn’t call it an issue so much as a curiosity, is what is with the excessive nudity? I get it, you change clothes, you switch to a swim suit, you shower, all of these things require being naked at some point and that’s not a big deal but I don’t get why everything has to be naked with some people. The long leisurely public shower? What is relaxing about this? I have definitely hopped onto the scale in the buff for maximum results but brushing your teeth, drying your hair and just kind of wandering around naked for twenty minutes I just don’t get.
I really don’t consider myself a prude and I’m certainly not embarrassed at seeing other women naked but it just seems a little odd. I had to walk by the gal taking the über shower three times tonight and each time she smiled politely. I guess it’s no big thing, I’m just too self conscious. I am, however, a big advocate of not wearing my glasses in the locker room. The fuzzy soft edged shapes i see seem way less intrusive and quite flattering. They might not want the privacy, but I like to think that they would do me the same courtesy…
Tiny bugs…
After a miraculous Dr. visit for Ijah where she just checked me out too I found that I have a sinus infection. Tiny bugs have apperantly invaded my body making me feel all yucky and drained and coughing up grossness, and didn’t let up until I was all infecty. How do I fix this? More tiny little bugs. Nasty tasting if you don’t swallow them fast enough tiny bugs that will wreck havoc upon the currently embedded bugs. Its grasshoppers vs ants, except smaller, and in my chest…weird.
Ijah gets them too, except his are liquid and pink flavored and are going to the right ear battle field.
I am sorry he has an ear infection, it sucks, I’ve had them. But damn am I glad he was acting like spawn of evil because he was uncomfortable, not because he is spawn of evil… I can deal with the spontaneous inconsolable tantrums if I know they are because of ear bugs…
Dulled senses can be a blessing…
The sick fog is starting to lift a bit here and there, and although it did take possession of my sunglasses (which were somehow lost in a fifteen minute visit at the coffee shop), I feel a bit less brainless today. Good enough to actually try to contain a bit of the chaos that has overtaken the house, despite Shermans awesomeness.
These fogs are usually harmless enough, you awake from them and find your peanut butter in the fridge, your purse in the bathroom for some reason, your keys in the nickel jar. But on occasion the mix of fog and dulled senses can create a dangerous combo. For example…when you realize that the cookie sheet is covering not an empty stock pot as you had assumed, but rather the last few potatoes and all of the water they were boiled in from the mashed potatoes.…that you made five days ago.…
Let’s just say Im glad that my nose is still a bit off kilter and my coughing till I gag has paused for the moment…
Cough injuries…
You know that thing you get when you cough too much and the bottom of your tongue hurts because every time you cough you stick your tongue out a little and it just gets over worked and sore? Or maybe you don’t…
I have that thing right now…
Dresses, Water and Cough syrup…
It is possible that I am the WORST sick person ever. So this cough, phlegmy, achey, voiceless crap is bothering me. So Sherman has been Mr. Mom on top of everything else while I whine and kind of rest. Luckily my rest so far has consisted of Chinese food, the T.V., and work that can be done on my iPad that centers around really gorgeous dresses. So, overall it could be worse…but I am going to need to watch my Chinese intake while I’m so settled into my corner of the couch if I ever intend to fit into anything close to the dresses I’ve been staring at…
Oops…wrong playlist…
He was a big dude on a big bike. No helmet just the bandana…helmets are for girls. Harley shirt with the required bikers tan, black leather chaps and fingerless gloves and big mean boots. Engine growling at the stoplight and music blaring out of speakers that don’t come standard on a bike like that…
Unfortunately the song blaring was “What becomes of the broken hearted.”
You could almost see the desperation in his eyes as he tried to skip the song…but the bad ass wrap around sunglasses blocked them.
I could have bigger problems…
Why is it that every time I need a couple Tums I always grab, chew, and then realize I got the nasty banana flavor. I mean really, my tummy was obviously no good before and now I have to deal with nasty banana flavor? I’ve got to start checking out the colors first…
By popular demand…
Lots of goof ups on this one 
. Enjoy Lucas!
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