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My co-workers joke with me that I should have this shirt. Every few months I say that I think I need my teeth whitened. For the record, all of me is so white that I can’t dance, but that doesn’t stop me (at least in private.) I love to turn the music up and get down while I cook dinner or clean house. It makes it more fun that way!
One of my friends sent me this video and said that it reminded him of me. Hmmmm. There’s no way that my guns are that big! Still, it’s pretty funny.
It’s been a relaxing yet productive weekend. Today I baked a loaf of cinnamon bread, changed the air filter in my car, worked out for 2 hours, painted my nails, and roasted a chicken (Patricia Wells’ version).
Oh, and I fixed my kitchen sink. Well, first I sort of broke my kitchen sink. In case you ever wondered, the lid to a Ball jar fits perfectly in the drain of your kitchen sink. It would be a great stopper, except there’s handle to remove it. Ooops. First I tried to pry it up with a butter knife. No go. Next, I used a plunger to create suction. Still wedged. Then I had a brilliant idea. I called my son and asked him if I could borrow his camping hatchet. His reply was, “Whhhhyyyy?” I just started laughing. I told him that I needed to fix something. 😉 I ended up just using a screwdriver instead of a hatchet. I hacked a hole through the lid and then used the screwdriver to pry it out. I’m not sure if I’m dangerous or ingenious. 🙂
My text conversation with my son. What I love the most is that he actually believed that I made a watch out of an apple. I’m not sure what that says about me. Maybe I have mad skills? 😉
I’ve ve been feeling down and out lately and desperately needed a laugh. I knew he’d get my sense of humor because we share that same slightly off kilter view.
Today is my brother’s birthday. We’re both February babies, but I’m seven years younger. My sister looks just like my mom, my brother looks just like my dad and I look like….the milkman? 😉 In truth, I look like a mashup of my grandfathers. Although you can’t tell in this photo, both my brother and sister have brown eyes. My dad has blue eyes, my mom brown. I have green. No one else in my extended family has green eyes. I remember when we learned about eye color in school and the teacher said that green eyes are a mutation. I got nicknamed “mutant” for a few years. Nice! Genetics really are fascinating.
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I’ve recently had some vision problems caused by health issues so I may have to wear my glasses some of the time. Without glasses or contacts I’m really blind, as in I’ve taken out my contacts and then couldn’t find my glasses because I couldn’t see well enough to find them. I haven’t worn glasses outside of my home since I was 14 years old. So, to make it more enticing to me, I decided to buy some new glasses.
First I tried on these:
The other day one of the personal trainers that I know at my gym walked up to me and said, “We were talking the other day and we wonder why you never wear your hair up.” Hmmm. OK. Is it me, or is that a strange thing to say to someone? A) who is “we”? B) why would this be a topic of conversation? I just laughed and replied that it’s a moot point because I spend more time putting my hair back into a ponytail and I don’t sweat so I don’t need to put it up. Both of those are true. Is there some super-secret method of ponytail making that I don’t know about? Also, I am some sort of freak of nature because I can work out intensely and not a drop of sweat do I produce.
But the biggest reason that I don’t like to wear a ponytail: my ears. They’re big and they stick out. Do you remember the stop-motion animation special from the early 1970s called Rudolph’s Shiny New Year? Quite unfortunately, I received the nickname Baby New Year. Those ears, THOSE EARS!
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The inner nerd (or is it geek?) in me adores Venn diagrams. I find them fascinating. I came across this Venn diagram today and it made me stop and think. Do you notice how small that little black dot labeled “Purpose” is? Pretty tiny, right? That’s the sweet spot, the place I think most of us would like to be. I also realized that I’m not there, not yet anyway. Are you? Better yet, do you actually know what is your purpose in this life? Have you found your sweet spot?
How can it be August already? This year is flying by. Before I know it, it will be winter again and I’ll be freezing my ass off. I tried to think positively about winter last year, but that didn’t help much. I need to come up with a way of making winter more tolerable to me, because it’s going to arrive whether I want it to or not.
This has been an interesting week. Interesting as in fairly bizarre. It’s not a full moon, is it? Some of the more interesting occurrences:
I got a manicure today and the nail tech talked me into getting sparkle polish on my ring fingers. Not really me, but hey, it’s temporary. The tech next to me had her little boy there with her and he and I were chatting. He was a cute and precocious 9 year old. He told me that he liked the sparkle polish, but wanted to know where were my rings. I had no dea what he was talking about. He said, “You know, your wedding ring.” When I told him that I wasn’t married, he carefully looked me up and down then gently patted me on the arm and said, “well, at least you’re trying.” (My mother would be glad to hear this, even if it isn’t true.) I couldn’t help but laugh out loud. I love how kids say whatever comes into their heads. Then he said, “It must be hard, not being married.” Nope, little buddy, that’s easy. Being married, that’s the hard stuff.