Thursday, June 09, 2005

Random Thoughts

So much has been racing through my mind this week, here's just a bit:

I read a story this week stating that divorce rates were up with active duty military personnel, one of the stressors being war. Hmm, isn't our President who led us into this war pro-family? Yet, the war is increasing divorce rates. Interesting...

I've been Gouranga'd! Perhaps this is a sign of good things to come...

I'm house-sitting and cat-sitting for some friends this week. I've indulged in the little things while doing so, such as raiding the freezer of pre-made meals (because Zelda Mae is a kick-ass cook - she doesn't need to know how I splattered chili on the ceiling because I've cleaned it up) and utilizing the spray-starch while ironing. Oh, the simple things. I'm also tasked at taking the cats outside, on harnesses and leashes- it's not as easy as it sounds. Regardless, I'm happy to report that both cats are accounted for this evening...

Pedicures, they're my guilty pleasure. Feet are the most awkward body part (although pretty vital) and I just can't imagine being one of the pedicurist. The place I get them done doesn't have native-English speakers. While I'll gossip with my friend as we're enjoying the sensation, we find the pedicurists chattering amongst themselves in a language foreign to us. I imagine they're talking about big, smelly, ugly feet. I could be wrong and maybe they're talking world politics. Who knows...

I'm 35-years-old and had a baby-sitter last weekend, well, only for an hour. My uncle had gone away for the weekend and his kids were being watched by three different sets of people during the course of the weekend. They were to be returned to their home at noon on Saturday by their grandparents and that's when the baby-sitter showed up. They hadn't returned but the sitter arrived. She reminded me of the sitters I had while growing up, she wanted control over the remote control...

And thongs. Come on, ladies. Some of us just weren't built to wear them. I'm OK with that and will take granny panties any day. I was driving down Main Street yesterday and some big gal (larger than me) was sitting on a bench with her back towards me and half her thong was hanging out! I kept thinking, well, uncomfortable thoughts. Shrugged them out of my head and kept on driving...

Today I said goodbye to my therapist. She complemented me on what a good client I've been (of course I'd be a good client, I'm a perfectionist! That's been part of my problem!) Seriously, she has helped me work through a dark part of my life. Ironically, it was the last check I had left in my checkbook with my old address. Symbolic? Perhaps.




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