MommyPie tagged me. And so did Asthma Girl. And because I am a lazy broad, my post today is MommyPie's 10 Random things. Just because AG's was long. And I am so lazy busy. But I will do it, AG. I promise.
“Tell us/me/the world 10 interesting/random/quirky/normal/silly things about yourself … things you’re looking forward to, things about you personally, whatever you want.”
Here we go:
1) I miss Tim Russert so much; you'd think we had something going on. By the way, Squazz, we didn't.
2) I have a tattoo. Guess where and what it is. And, if you know me, please don't spoil this. Thanks.
3) I sometimes drink Cabernet. Shocking. Right?
4) I have a little crush on Joe Biden. Maybe not so little. By the way, when does that old plagiarism scandal rear its little head again?
5) My mother loved Joe Biden. A lot.
6) Her Conservative Republican loving brothers disagreed with her.
7) Can you tell I'm watching the convention?
8) I am wondering if I have a favorite child. People do, you know. I don't think I do.
9) My husband loves his Harley motorcycle. It is a Fat Boy.
I have dream issues. Well, they really aren't issues, because they are almost as predictable as the tides.
First, there are the airplane dreams. I have those when I am feeling tied down and anxious. I am always on a plane that cannot gain any altitude. I'm not scared, we just skim along, turning sideways between buildings and flying under bridges. Then we finally get wherever it was we were going. Sometimes I am even the pilot. And there have been a few flights where I have sat out on the wings. I may need some help analyzing those.
Then there are the dreams with my mother. She has been gone almost seven years, but we have many long talks in my dreams. A lot of times we are shopping together. Sometimes we are cooking. But I alawys wake up feeling a little bit of support and validation. I love these dreams.
This brings me to my dream last week. I was on a business trip. And I had to stay in a variety of rooms which made me very anxious because I couldn't keep up with my computer, phone, chargers, you know, all that stuff... And when I returned, I returned to my former in-laws' house with a very sick child. I had to carry him everywhere, I have no ides who he was, but I could hardly walk with this load.
After I got this strange kid to bed, I visited with all my former family (my ex-husband was one of 9 children) then I went out for a walk. I stumbled into some sort of a cult meeting of these surfer dude type guys. They kidnapped me, took a snip of my hair, made me kiss them all, and I had to wear wet boxer shorts that were inside out.
Send help. I am obviously a mess. Any other weird dreams out there?
Some of my pitiful, random thoughts to get you through your busy day to ponder:
My husband Squazz hates it when I write about my chin hairs. And my tweezing activity. What a wuss.
I never did figure out what I forgot to do Monday.
Because I am a Patriot, and because my mortgage is the biggest bill I have, I am trying out new ways to be frugal. My major project right now is to see how long I can go between hair highlights. It's not pretty at the moment, but I'm hoping to make it a few more weeks.
Oh, by the way, I totally think John Edwards is that baby's daddy.
I have taken an odd shine to my Squazz's boxer shorts. I like to wear them. A lot.
The above may or may not have to do with my new Mental P Belly.
Since I joined Weight Watchers seven weeks ago, I have a net gain of three pounds.
I am still hopelessly addicted to that show Tori and Dean on Oxygen.
There may be one or two of you out there who remember my good friend Lucia and her dating stories. This one in particular is sure to go down in the annals of time as one of the Worst Dates Ever. Well, I am happy to tell you that there is a nice, new man in her life. He is a kind, thoughtful, successful, generous, and compassionate gentleman. Cupid has hit his target, and he's completely gaga over her. And Lucia? Well, she is just not so sure....
I'd like to strangle her, but I actually understand. If there's no spark, then there's no spark. Why do women like the bad boys so much? The drama? The excitement? Lord knows I have had my fair share as well.
When I was in college, my mother had a wealthy suitor with similar qualities as Lucia's new man. And my mother had no interest. At all. I remember one day talking to my brother about it, and I said, "You know, T, you'd think for a hundred million dollars she could muster up some kind of feelings for the guy. I mean, really, what is wrong with her?" My brother responded without skipping a beat, "For a hundred million dollars, I could call him Daddy."
I still have hopes for Lucia and her new friend. She deserves a nice man in her life. The bad boys have taken up waaaay too much space and time. Any bad boy experiences out there?
The Bird and I are in Virginia where she had an interview at a school where I really want to go to she hopes to be accepted next year. We almost missed our flight because of a family in the security line. I'm not kidding. Each one of them must have had to go through the metal detector at least 20 times. And they left all their bags back at the counter and had to start all over. You may or may not be surprised to know that I cussed under my breath. And out loud. It made everything so much better.
Birdy's interview went well, and she had a nice time with the admission folks. I am really proud of her, and have made no secret the fact that my vicarious life revolves around a good deal of her own activities and accomplishments.
Now for the Mental Mama part: One of the major mid-life issues I have had to face is adult-onset asthma. It is horrid. I started getting weekly shots last year, and will continue for another 4 years.
These shots have made a huge difference in my life already. And I'm waiting for my doctor to determine that I'm allergic to my menopot, and find some way to eradicate that. But that's another story. One sad new problem is that I am basically allergic to all hotel rooms. It is not pretty. And sleeping away from my now pristine bed at home is almost impossible. But last night, I was able to steal a little sleep, and I had the oddest dream.
I dreamt about tweezing. That should really come as no surprise since a great deal of my waking hours are now spent in the searching and feeling for new razor-like wires little dainty hairs to tweeze. But, here's the kicker: I had an assistant to help tweeze me. Gah.
I will be back in my own bed tonight. God willing.
And he was finally well and big enough to leave last week.
This is his mommy.
Because cottontails are born with a "sterile gut," it is almost impossible for them to survive without their mother's milk. When I called the wildlife rescue people, they told me the best thing we could do was replace the remaining alive baby rabbits in their little spot, and re-cover them with the grass and hair that the mother placed on top of them. The mother comes back to her babies at sundown to nurse them, and leaves again in the morning. With odds like these, it is no wonder at all to me now why rabbits are known for their fertility. I cannot imagine baby bunny mortality rates.
I hope we don't find any more of these little bunny nurseries. I don't think I can take it again.
Okay, as you were, the science class is over for today...