I suppose this makes sense. Times of transition always scatter us a bit, don't you think? Just as the move has settled down, the kids are out of school. Life happens. 2012 is almost half finished. It will be Christmas before I know it, as all the Hobby Lobby Christmas decorations, which go up in July, will tell me.
Here's some of what I'm noticing this week as life blurs by me.
+People post actual porn on Pinterest. (And now Questioning my Intelligence will receive lots of hits from people googling porn...and boy, won't they be disappointed!) I'd seen edgy stuff on Pinterest before, borderline porn that made me roll my eyes and know for certain that men were pinning. George and I don't let our children stare over our shoulders as we surf that site. It definitely gets an R rating. But yesterday, I reported a picture for the first time ever, and it was so obviously porn that I didn't feel the least bit prim doing so.
Considering how many tens of thousands (okay, okay, hundreds of thousands) of photos I've viewed on Pinterest, I have to congratulate their team for image management. One out of that many is a pretty fabulous record given the, uh, free-for-all that is the Internet.
+Isn't it just awful when someone does something mean to you in a dream and you wake up ready to plot revenge?
+I might not believe in karma, but karma believes in me. When I was a child, my grandfather took me shoe shopping...precisely one time. After that incredibly painful experience at Kmart, Papa told my mother he would pay for my shoes but never, ever, under any circumstances, take me shoe shopping again. Fast forward 35 years or so, and I find myself at Shoe Dept. with my firstborn son, who spends precisely ninety minutes choosing one pair of shoes. That's ninety minutes of my life I will never get back.
Papa, I'm sorry.
+While we were at Shoe Dept., Jack wandered a bit...easy to do in the aisles of a shoe store and not alarming because Jack was making so much noise I always knew where he was. At one point, he found me again and loudly said, "Mom, I'm just a kid. You need to keep better track of me!" A very attractive, well-dressed lady near us snorted like a dude. If she'd been drinking, she'd have shot Diet Coke through her nose.
+Why are flattening irons for hair so expensive? Seriously, you can pick up a curling iron for $9.99, but a flat iron costs $100? My hair looked good when I left the salon yesterday, but it won't look that good again for a long time.
+I'd rather spend my money on stamps than on my hair. Which is why so many people ask, "Are you going to color your hair?" And I say, "No."
+Still, I'm developing a complex about my gray hair. Darn that Tina Fey. She looks so good with color from a bottle. My friend Mary clearly thinks I'm insane for not coloring my hair, and I catch other friends--who just as clearly color their hair--staring at my head with looks of pity.
+Then, I remember a conversation with Nick's fourth-grade math teacher, who told me she admired my courage in going gray. See, I'm not old, I'm courageously making a statement about artificial hair color and embracing middle age with grace and style.
Yeah, that's what I'm doing.
+I just snorted coffee on my laptop screen.
+Let's see how many google searches we can mess up. Cougar. Lactating Mothers. XXX. Gas prices. Winnebago. Queen Elizabeth. Jubilee. Terrorism. Celebrity photos. Labradoodles. Cheese. Lasik. Money laundering. Barack Obama. Mitt. Inflatable dolls. Pixie Sticks.
+ADD can be fun!