I got an Apple MacBook about a month ago. I still have an hp desktop that I use as well. I switch between the two of them all day long. (I work from home arranging online content partnerships.) Many of you have asked me how I like the new computer; I am really enjoying the Apple, and cannot tout it's graphics and fun-ness enough. But I still like my PC. Sigh. I don't see me being a one-or-the-other person any time soon.
Please don't tell me how messy my desk is. I know it. And, no, I don't smoke. The lighter is for my candles. Sorry Asthmagirl; I like to have candles burning on my desk on gloomy days.
Aren't those heart-shaped post-it notes cute?
And I found the Spearmint Altoids when I cleaned my closet.
It was almost as fun as finding a twenty dollar bill in my coat pocket.
This is the present view behind me in my office:
I bet you think my desk doesn't look so bad now. Do you?
Since it's behind me, I don't dwell on it so much.
In an effort to avoid aforementioned office, I cleaned Augie's closet yesterday.
He was at school at the time.
Now his closet is very clean.
Um, son, you need to take the boutonniere off your tux before it gets shoved in the closet.
I think I've had enough of the closet madness in this house.
Time for office cleaning.
Has spring-cleaning fever hit anyone else out there?
I spent most of the day yesterday in my closet. Cleaning and switching my winter clothes for my summer clothes. I am very lucky to have a spare closet in our guest room where I can put my off-season togs. In addition to the old switch-a-roo, I got rid of things that I have not worn, or things I did but, honestly, should not have worn in the last 6 months...
If anybody out there has a size 10 shoe and sees anything they want, let me know...
Those cow print clogs (third from the left) are among my favorites, but I tend to sound like a cow when I am sporting them.
And since I am now the size of a cow, I do not need to sound like one too.
My closet hasn't looked this good in quite a while.
It's really too bad that most of my warm weather clothes are too small for my present size, but I am working on that. At least my shoe size has always remained the same. Did I mention I'm a size 10?
I prefer summer shoes to winter shoes hands down.
I also like to strap festive colors onto my size 10 feet.
Except for these dark puppies.
I like these.
These are my motorcycle boots. Size 10.
Sometimes Squazz takes me out for a nice Sunday ride.
I like to go when the ambient temperature is between 74.5 and 77 degrees.
I am not kidding; you should ask Squazz.
As a result, I don't get asked very often.
But I really don't like being either too cold or too hot.
``NOW, my dears,'' said old Mrs. Rabbit one morning, ``you may go into the fields or down the lane, but don't go into Mr. McGregor's garden: your Father had an accident there; he was put in a pie by Mrs. McGregor.''
This poor baby was alone by our front porch last week. The next morning, it was gone. I hope it's mommy came for it. And not Mr. McGregor. Plus, I am also thinking about Watership Down, and that worries me too. You'd think I have enough to fret about with two teenagers. Gah.
Okay. It's meme-time again. I was planning on taking a meme sabbatical, but this one was fun to read, and I just so happened to have a few random-and-useless-to-anyone-but-you thoughts in my head appropriate for this little exercise. Working Mom has done it this time. You should do yourself a favor my dear reader, and pay her a visit. She is quite funny (her masthead is worth the price of admission). And also very caring. My favorite combination in a person.
a. Link to the person who tagged you. b. Post the rules on your blog. c. Write six random things about yourself. d. Tag six random people at the end of your post by linking to their blogs. e. Let each person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment at their blog. f. Let your tagger know when your entry is up.
And away we go:
1) I am 5'9" in my bare feet, but I have profound scoliosis. My doctors have told me that I would be close to 6' if my spine were straight. As a result, I don't know which height to use to calculate my BMI. I generally use the 5'9" because I need the motivation to keep my head out of the Fritos. And the wine rack.
2) I cannot swallow pills. Any size at all. The flavor of Advil kinda grows on you after a while.
3) I believe in reincarnation. In fact, I am pretty sure I know some of the characters I have been before. Some are quite colorful. More on that later.
4) I actually embrace my age. And I look forward to the future very much. That being said, I am not ruling out a little tweaking here and there. More here than there.
5) I am 37.
6) I am normally a very honest person, but, um, I lied in #5. I am 48.
There you go. More fascinating details about me. Aren't you happy you asked me Working Mom? By the way, I'm not tagging anyone, but would love to see more random details of everyone's lives. I'd rather surf your blogs than do just about anything else. Really.
Does anyone remember these? When I was a teenager, we whippersnappers were always looking for some reason to go out into the wilds and look for the legend du jour. In Tennessee, we had a lot of stuff to go in search of. We had lots of local witch covens, and there were always the ghosts of Natchez Trace, but our favorite was...The Bell Witch.
If you have the time, take a few minutes and read about the Bell Witch.
Tammy, you may be particularly interested...this haunting is rumored to have inspired the Blair Witch Project. At any rate, I grew up terrified by the thought of this spirit.
And writing about it has given me the chills right now.
Augie recently asked me if he could go to a friend's house to go look for Melon Heads.
Apparently these descendants of the colonial witches are alive and well in the forests of Connecticut, Michigan and Ohio. And they have these really big heads. You have to go to a certain road called Dracula Drive and wait for them to come out of the woods. Who knew there was all this fun to be had nearby?
You will begin to touch heaven, Jonathan, in the moment that you touch perfect speed. And that isn't flying a thousand miles an hour or a million, or flying at the speed of light. Because any number is a limit, and perfection doesn't have limits.
Remember that one? One of my all time favorite books as a child was Are You My Mother by P.D. Eastman. My poor mother must surely have dreaded reading it to us, but bless her heart, she did. Daily. Many times a day.
Anyway, for those of you out there looking for new children's books, there's a new one coming out just in time for Mother's Day. A Florida plastic surgeon has written this special book that explains all the details of mommy's plastic surgery to the kids. Yup. Because our little ones don't have enough crap to think about already, we are going to fill their heads with all the sordid details of our boob jobs and tummy tucks. Check out this Newsweek article...
I feel like life with my newly retired husband is either 100 mph or 0. Some days, it is all great, and others it is just awful. He can be so irritating. What do you suggest?
This happens to us all at some point, and all the new togetherness you now have is making it more apparent to you. All relationships are fluid, and it is important to stay present and aware in all relational climates. But I do hear you on the wide spectrum of feelings and moods. And sometimes, it might be worthwhile to check in with an objective third party.
It's always good to keep your friends around for the rough times. For instance, last week, I had to pitch in and clear things up for my friend Jules' husband. Just because she needed the reinforcement.
If you, dear reader, have any burning questions, please write to email@example.com, and ask away! I am listening.
Thank you so very much for stopping to come to the aid of my little bird. I honestly believe that the random kindnesses of strangers get most of us through our days, and you are no exception. My little baby bird was blessed to have you traveling alongside her. I thank you from the very bottom of my heart, and I only wish you were still there when I arrived so I could have given you my thanks in person.
Dear Sweet Miss A. and Miss L.,
Thank you both so much for spying your friend in distress on the side of a highway, and waiting with her. I know you missed part of the big test, too, but this old Mental Mama is so grateful for your sweet, unselfish little souls. Thank you, too, for the hugs. I needed them.
Dear Connecticut State Trooper,
Thank you for your kindness, your patience, and your ability to drive a car with only three wheels. My daughter learned big lessons on mortality, responsibility and humility from you. And I cannot thank you enough.
Dear Miss L. KC,
You and your wonderful family are always here for The Bird, Augie and all of us. When you showed up at our door with the wonderful flowers and all the cheer, it was the best remedy to a horrible morning. You are an angel, and we love you.
Dear Insurance Company,
Please be patient with us, I promise we are not trying to bankrupt you. It has been a dreadful month for our autos here in Mental's homeland, but we are doing our best to get our acts together.
My car will be finished in a week.
We don't know about this one yet.
Dear Baby Bird,
I hope you know how lucky you were to literally walk away from this whole thing. You have only been driving a few months, and when I tell you to be careful, drive slow, and take your time, I'm not just talking to hear my own sweet, lovely voice. If anything ever happened to you or your brother, I don't think I could survive it. No, I know I couldn't survive it. Please, please, please pay attention. I love you, Mama
Thank you for the constant reminder that we are not alone. As always, Lauren
There was this 'lady' at the nail salon yesterday who made the poor girl paint her nails FOUR different times because she didn't like the colors she was choosing. As I was leaving, she was moaning and groaning to the owner that she wanted her polish removed. ~~~
I had a dream last night that my Baby Bird got into the college of her choice. My kids are only juniors.... I'd better get used to these dreams. At least they might take the place of all those annoying airplane dreams.
Lucia had a dream that she was babysitting Little Ricky while Lucy and Desi went out to dinner. She also had to take care of their dog. But she was too tipsy to get up off their sofa to let him out.
My rental car smells like a mixture of banana vomit and Glass Plus. Here I am hanging my head out to breathe some fresh air. See how nice my manicure came out.
There is a painfully thin woman at my gym whom I call Grannyrexia. She runs on the treadmill for about an hour and then takes boxing lessons for a half hour. A strong wind would blow her over.
Asthmagirl - Is My Cape Fluttering? has tagged me. And it is a good one. If you don't visit her on a regular basis, you need to do yourself a favor and get on over there. This is Letter Month on NaBloPoMo, and she has already written some doozies, and it is only the 9th! Anyway, I have been blathering on and on for several months here at Mental Land about, well, everything, and I now realize there are some important things you don't know about me. This meme is good because it is doable, even for my thought processes, and it is stuff you really need to know. Six completely unimportant things about me:
My perfect food: cheese
Favorite colors: moss green and cold water-blue
Hair: Honestly? I have no idea. Let's just say blond-ish, mkay?
DVD I recently saw: Breakfast at Tiffany's
Guilty TV pleasure: Men in Trees and Two and a half Men
If I were a tree, I would be a(n): Magnolia grandiflora
By the way, this is not a magnolia. It's a Kalanchoe.
And aren't we all glad it's not a carrot?
Now. Who do I want to see some random stuff about?
This carrot-squid popped out of the bag yesterday.
I didn't know whether to be nauseated
Then Squazz came home,
and he did this to it.
We generally don't play with food in our house.
But this was just too much fun.
Now I must get to my new letters over at Ask Mental Mama. Drop me a line at mentalpmama(at)aol(dot)com and give me your random thoughts or queries. I'll to my best to come up with a witty yet profound solution to all your burning questions.
UPDATE: Lucia's cousin Miss J has sent another carrot for our viewing pleasure. Their Aunt Tre grew this puppy. Any more out there? Or is this enough for ya?