That was arguably my best week of posts ever, to which y’all paid the least attention. Whine!
#41Five Questions Driving Me Crazy:
What have you got?
Living in 100 degree weather for 8 years had some effect on me. In Seattle it was fine to wear jeans and a sweater all summer, but here in San Diego you’re on the beach! You want to wear a swim suit! Maybe a sundress! The weather living on the water is very inconsistent. There’s these ocean breezes and hot inland systems and something something something meteorology something so sometimes it can be quite cool and quite warm in the same day. Then if you’re driving inland… well, pack a couple outfits.
I have learned about myself from this. I have the world’s smallest range of comfortable temperature. And I think it’s 80 degrees. Maybe 80.1 to 80.2. One ocean breeze and I need a winter coat over that little sundress. Brr. In Texas I just needed a sweater for the AC certain places would blast. Here you have to position yourself out of the breeze. Those plexi/glass retainer type walls aren’t for decoration – you can’t lay out without them. It might be sunny, but it can feel like the temperature changes in the shade by 30 degrees or something.
I am imagining menopause. Since my body is already insane, it will either have no effect on me at all (sweet!) OR I will be able to make ice cubes for your drink in one hand and light your cigarette with the other.
Every where I look, there’s an announcement for all these new shows.
You have to admit that writer’s strike came at a great time for us, right when we began life without cable. It was a tough adjustment at first you know, getting out doors and in the sun when we first got to San Diego. I imagine if we’d stayed through the winter in Seattle I would have DIED without cable, after experiencing like three days of that weather before we left. Ugh.
So at first we watched what we wanted, all two shows (Heroes and Grey’s) online. That was relatively simple. But now…NOW there’s some valuable night time that we would love to cuddle up and watch crap TV and our options are American Idol and Dancing with the Stars (The two channels that come in with the tin foil on the 12″ screen). I in all earnestness can’t handle the fact that some people can actually get/sit through an entire episode of either. (Riverdance? People still do that???)
The internet and commercials during The Simpsons keep taunting me with all the new stuff I’m missing out on. Especially, there’s The Hills, which a friend got me into briefly, and Workout, which is awesome because I always workout after, or sometimes even while I watch it, so it’s truly guilt free reality crap.
Back! New Episodes! It’s not fair. But hey, it’s almost moving time again, so I get to make sure that soon I can get back to the Sunday marathons to get caught up. Until then, I’m pretending I’m allergic.
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It is unreal to me that this song is over 10 years old. It was on a CD that SB bought/made me in college and I never ever have been able to stop listening to it. The new remix is only made better by the video keeping the all time important ‘running man’ alive. You know if you’ve been out with me that to embarrass my husband, nothing works like breaking out the old dance moves. He’s really sick of me showing him this video. I’ve been watching it for a month now, and just wanted to share “in case you missed it”.
Most of you should know about MK’s forced vacation by now, if you don’t, well, you’ll have to ask somebody. We’ve hit that super loving spot of needing to spend some serious time apart. So, in the height of his awesomeness, MK finally got started on his new hobby, and spent the weekend with an instructor learning how to sail a boat. I, to be sure, was all for this new hobby in concept. We can charter a boat without a crew, even buy one without me worrying who’s going to work it.
I’m envisioning all these fantastic moments:
Then, however, I flip through some of his manuals. MK informs me, when he cranks it to top speed or whatever, he could fall off the boat and I will have to know how to sail back and get him. (Or some other silly scenario that makes me have to work). Gone is my bikini and mimosa, suddenly I’m all geared up.
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MK had me all set to suggest we buy a giant catamaran and live on it for years to come, but that was when the only schooling I was going to have to do was to read about provisioning (easy: spaghetti every night). That was when I was entertainer, lounge model, person in charge of relaxation. Now, we go shopping and he’s suggesting deck hands gloves and adventure pants. Usually with any new hobby we attempt, it’s the shopping for a whole ‘hobby specific’ wardrobe that gets me excited. Boating gear is not as alluring as I had imagined.
It’s time for links.
#40Five Sites Keeping Me From Even Minor Accomplishments:
I’m pretty easily distracted by the internet even more than usual…
The last time that I put forth a true conundrum, our discussion was pretty interesting (read here). So here’s the latest situation that we found ourselves in. I need your advice.
This past weekend, MK was in a wedding. We had to go to the mall (no choice) to get his suit. As we were dropping it back off, it was prom or whatever, and the place was packed. With ME IN THE CAR, he pulled into one of the 7 available handicapped spots while he ran in and dropped the suit off. It maybe took a minute.
Mall security approached us as we were reversing. Apparently the big fat guy in the orange shirt behind us had mall security on speed dial, could see from our front dash that 100 yards away that there wasn’t a handicapped tag, and made the call. The nice gentleman mall employee let us off after we apologized.
I would never, on my own, steal a single handicapped spot. But MK leaving me in the car was to show that, were the other 6 spots filled, I would drive around until I found MK, but since he had been driving, we stopped instead of switching spots. Internet, is this the same as murder? I felt pretty huffy about it. And the orange shirt guy glaring and looking mad we didn’t get some sort of penalty or ticket or whatever the mall has the authority to give.
To top it all off, I saw another person (17 year old) park his car and go in, obviously using his gram’s handicapped pass. Isn’t that far more wrong??? Someone, please let me know the rule breaking etiquette.
It’s been a while since I last participated in the MTC via Blog Ninjas , but these things happen. (#6 can be read here – now we’re on #10). I’m back, and hoping you’ll read and enjoy my musings on the following topic:
Describe someone or something that changed your life, but the change agent has no idea that it or they had any affect on you.
Usually if someone has an impact on me, I let them know. Many of the people I met as I grew up taught me that ideas I got in my head from books didn’t always work in real life. Their patience and life lessons made me so much better now than I used to be. And I thanked them for that. So if you affected my life but didn’t know it, there has to be a reason.
Reason #1 – I don’t like you. Well that’s a bit harsh. Maybe ‘people that I’m no longer close to’. Or maybe people who taught me backwards. As in, chances are good that each of them, in their own way impacted me by teaching me how not to be. I think there are people that cross everyone’s life and their negative actions cause you to adopt positive ones. You can’t really call them and tell them that, but it’s there.
Reason #2 – Not human. It may sound silly but there’s a couple animals I had as a kid that taught me how to be caring and other important things like how to scratch good behind the ears. I couldn’t write them a thank you letter, and they might not know how much they meant to me. Sniffer probably would have rolled his kitty eyes. All my fishies would laugh about the nightmares I used to have about not feeding them. Hopefully Riley heard all my hacking sob tears from puppy heaven.
Reason #3 – Too famous. So much of what I’ve gleaned about writing has been from other writers. All that reading would leave me with such a long list that even given the opportunity to talk about it on Oprah, it’s not going to happen. But I’m thankful to writers. And funny commercials, tv shows, and people that design clothes that look good on me. Stuff like that.
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Hmmmm…..what other reasons could there be?
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I’m not really going to pay them back or anything, but the thought is nice.
#39Five Fads I’d Go Back And Tell My Parents Not To Splurge On For Me:
Anyone? No? Oh, okay…
Cat Killfoil 