Saturday, September 20, 2008

Random Thoughts

I think it's called being an emotional eater and it's supposedly bad for you, but sometimes when your down and feeling low, you just want to eat something good. Mexican food and chocolate chip cookie dough is good for the soul in my opinion.

Is it just me, or does it seem like a backhanded compliment when a girl you graduated from high school with leaves you a note at classmates.com that says, "Wow Tracy you've changed and look fantastic! I had to click your THEN pic to make sure it was you."

For the first time in my adult life I am actually feeling the effects of a "bad economy". Teacher/coach salaries didn't increase at the same rate as gas prices. I can actually imagine a little bit what it was like to wait in bread lines. We're not going to starve by any means but why does our area have NO gas?

I volunteered at the First United Methodist consignment sale today. I don't usually do consignment sales because it's not worth the work but I made myself do it for Christmas shopping money (see above random thought). I was helping sort things when it was over. There's actually something therapeutic about putting the clothes in number order and then stacking them neatly underneath the consignor's numbers around the room. Bringing order to so much chaos was surprisingly satisfying. In one small corner of the world, everything is as it should be...and I made it that way.

I always read magazines from back to front. Why save the best for last? You might not get there. Look at any magazine table of contents and you'll find the article you're looking for is probably somewhere in the last third of the magazine.

It seems to make no difference what time I put the girls to bed. Whether it's 8:00p.m. or 10:00p.m. they will wake up on the dot at 6:00a.m. However, the bedtimes seem to have a profound effect on me.

I'm thankful that pasta is so cheap. It's one of my favorites. Everyone in my family loves it. It cooks up quick. You can add almost anything to it. Variety baby. And it's soooo cheap!

Imagine your husband does his job while thousands of people watch and judge. Imagine they feel free to comment on everything he says and does even though they don't know anything about the intricacies of a job he is highly qualified to do and at which they would fail miserably. Imagine they even yell out rude comments in front of you and your children. Imagine he has a bad month and they print his sales stats in the paper. Now imagine his total job success rides on 14-17 year old boys doing exactly what they're supposed to do. This is my life.

Pink used to be one of my least favorite colors but now that I have two little girls, I love it. I also used to hate blue cheese dressing, green olives, and cottage cheese but now I like them all. A lot. Wonder why?

Why is it that no matter how tightly or how loosely I wrap the cord around the vacuum cleaner hooks, it always turns out that the plug ends on a curve so I can't secure it?

L.A. Confidential is a great movie. Even at 7:30 in the morning.

You know how sometimes you drive all the way from the grocery store to home and you can't remember one thing about the drive? Like you don't even know how you got there because you were on "automatic"? I have entire days like that.

If "all the world's a stage and all the men and women merely players", in my scene, I'm surrounded by the most talented, beautiful, amazing cast. I wouldn't trade a single one of you.

4 comments:

Julie said...

I love your random thoughts!

Trovador said...

Desde SANTA FE - ARGENTINA Dios los bendiga. No entiendo el ingles, pero algo pude leer y con la ayuda de Dios algo entendí. Soy Periodista, tengo una maravillosa familia, dos hijos y una esposa hermosa y brillante. Dios nos ha bendicido mucho. Nos gusta hacer amigos a la distancia. Mi mail es trovadordecaminos@gmail.com
Si desean pueden escribirnos. No se preocupen, buscaremos un traductor. Dios los guarde siempre
JOSE LUIS (TROVADOR)

Montee said...

I saw that Y'all were having trouble getting gasoline. Reminds me of the 1970's. Our leaders were talking about oil and alternatives then too. Blah,blah,blah.

The coach thing, yep, I understand. Last summer there were a few folks I wanted words with when they were calling for my husband to be fired. Steve Phillips, the whitehaired guy on Baseball Tonight comes to mind. He really doesn't want to meet up with me. Then there are the people in the stands, sitting at your foot level where you could easily just kick them in the head for yapping about something they know nothing about. I tell myself, "Be a duck." I have actually seen wives go after people bad mouthing their husbands in the stands.

The other night I watched Pride and Predjudice with Kira Knightly. That is one I recommend. Romantic.

Montee said...

I forgot to add that I too sometimes drive somewhere and don't really know much about what happened during the drive. Scarey.

Also, who the heck is trovador? He popped up on my blog too. I can make out a little of what he wrote.