Tuesday Random Tuesday

I like that title better it reminds me of Sunday Bloody Sunday except happier and less bloody. But still with Bono and his sunglasses and the desert with a Joshua Tree in it. Damn my obsession with 80s music. I have been listening to The Clash like there is no tomorrow. Which just for the record if there was no tomorrow I would not be listening to The Clash. Maybe some New Order or some Violent Femmes.

It is that time again where every seven days I find all the random leftover stuff sitting around collecting dust in my brain and my notebooks, and voice mails, and emails, and instant messages, and matchbook covers, and cocktail napkins and write them all down to make way for all the really cool posts I will someday (mark my word) be able to think about writing since I have all that free space now.

This week has been somewhat of a let down as far as suckiness or awesomeness goes, it has kind of been mediocre. Nothing great happened but nothing terrible happened either, which makes for an okay week just not all that exciting writing. But I am me and I can ramble with the best of them so I am sure this post will be twice as long about three times the nothingness. So never fear. If nothing else I will just fill this post with pretty pictures to divert you from thinking that I really have nothing interesting to say this week...nothing...at all.

I am seriously considering canceling the water park vacation me and Eric have planned this Summer with all the kids and instead just save about a thousand bucks and take the kids to Wash O Rama. What is Wash O Rama you ask? Well I will tell you. It is only the coolest car wash ever, that your kids will either love (like mine) and squeal in delight every time the mention of a dirty car and the possibility of needing it to be washed comes up, or they will be petrified of the big brushes and creepy sunglassed man who scrubs down the mirrors and tires before you enter (like me). I got the same reaction today when I told the kids that we were going to the car wash that I did when I told them we were going on vacation to a ginormous indoor water park land of fun. Jumping up and down, smiling excitement. So I am thinking that instead of taking them to Disney World next year, I am just gonna take them to the mall and swing by the Disney Store. What do you think?

I am unloading my groceries last week when the phone company truck pulls up in front of my house. Now I immediately start to think of excuses to tell the man why he can't shut my phone off ( I mean the blogging should be reason enough, am I right?) But he isn't there to shut my phone off, he is there apparently to help me take my groceries out of my van and put them in my house? What the fuck phone man? I mean I appreciate your kindness but hello? Didn't they teach you anything in "How not to creep the single moms out" class? Try not coming in their house with their groceries when all they have to defend themselves with is a box of Coco Puffs. So I thank him and he tells me that he and his partner will be working on the phone lines later and I may want to shut my curtains if I am going to be in that back room.(my bedroom) Or not, he adds and he gave me one of those point and wink deals that made me vomit in my mouth a tad. Great I think, as I remember the last time they were back there unannounced as I came walking into my bedroom from taking a shower sans clothes and I look up to see the phone man on a ladder staring at me giving me the thumbs up.

My backyard is wooded so I don't have any neighbors back there so why the hell would I feel the need to cover my windows while I am changing or whatever. So now I have to look out for crazy homeless guy wandering around my kid's playhouse looking for a place to sleep and now pervy phone man looking in my windows. I am beginning to wonder about the actual need for repairmen in my backyard or if they just want a free show? Or maybe I need to buy a robe?

I am now an official gym member. I have the little scan card on my key chain to prove it too. I even went to a class last night. Now I have to say that I have now learned what true humiliation feels like and its not pretty. I am not really coordinated, which by not really coordinated I mean I have trouble doing anything that involves two things at once. For example kicking and moving my arms up and down which is what we had to do in my BODY ATTACK ( I capitalized the letters because whenever the instructor would say BODY ATTACK she would scream it at the top of her lungs, nice huh?) class. So me being the good student that I am go up front so I can see the instructor since I am new and I don't know any of the moves yet. Which really there is alot of jumping. Is that necessary? Seriously? Jumping? So anyway as I am trying to do my thing arm, kick, jump, arm kick, jump, now me move to the right or uh is it left, the instructor asks me if I will go further in the back since I am fucking up all the good people that were actually born with at least one bone of rhythm in their bodies. . Yeah I guess she did actually say it nicer than that , but I still called her a bitch under my breath and took my place in the back of the gym with my proverbial tail between my legs.

So if anyone wants to go to the gym with me, please come. I have a serious issue with doing anything by myself or going anywhere where I don't know anyone. So this is a big step for me.I have realized the gym is kind of like high school and it kind of just makes me want to stand in a corner and smoke a cigarette.

So you wanna know my new found obsession? How I Met Your Mother. I have heard some bloggers and real life people talking about this show and I had watched it a little bit back in the beginning but kind of phased it out of my DVR schedule, until this weekend when the angels sang and that show was brought to me. How could I have not recognized its brilliance before? Even though all I see when I look at Marshall is his penis (from Forgetting Sarah Marshall). The show is hilarious and real I so had a friend like Barney when I was in high school, annoying but fun, an asshole, but really a sweet person underneath, and I secretly wanted to date him even though he was gay. Kind of like the real life Barney. Very cool show.

My birthday is tomorrow I will be turning 32. So if you don't hear or read from me in awhile it will because I have fallen into a great deep depression about turning another year older. And no I don't care that I actually made it till 32, or that I am lucky that I have accomplished all that I have in these 32 years, or that I should appreciate and cherish every year, or my favorite, well the alternative isn't that great, or aging is better than the alternative (death) Shut up with that bullshit. I really don't want to get older.Maybe I should be watching more Oprah? So if any of you are out and about and want to make the trip over to the exciting town of Kewanne on Wednesday night , which is where I get to spend my birthday and wanna stop by for a beer let me know!

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