Just Another CoED

I went to the 'big' Tom Thumb in town and decided while I was there I would get a manicure and pedicure next door before trudging through the store. I picked my color and had a seat. I was seating in a long line of TCU students--most likely sorority girls.

I stuck my feet in the warm swirling water and began thumbing through my US Weekly magazine. Engrossed in reading material (ha) I couldn't help over hear their conversations. They discussed who was together and who had broken up. They talked about how hard keeping up with everything was...one girl said 'I have to go to the laundry mat today, but I am afraid to go because I think someone will steal my clothes.' And the other prompted they should have a laundry party and they could all do their loads at one time and use up all the machines. Then they moved on to what they were doing that evening. Maybe a movie, maybe picking up their space, maybe just maybe the guy they hoped would call...would call.

I was snapped back into reality when my pedicure lady said ok you are done. She asked for my student ID. I looked at her and said 'pardon me?' She said 'You show ID and get discount'. She thought I was one of the coeds. If only...HA!

Rambling thoughts...

I was surfing through iTunes this morning and thought 'there is just nothing here'. For good grief! There are thousands of songs and tons of variety, but I couldn't seem to find anything. Is it just my mood today or is society turning more and more immediate. We have a multitude of channels on cable, but nothing is on. There is a wealth of knowledge on the web, but tire of looking. And if things aren't fast, we just give up.

On that same note, I remember when I was a kid my grandmother playing solitiare. With cards. She would sit on the couch after her soaps were over and play solitare. We just received a gift basket full of snacks and games and such to keep us busy after sweet hubby's surgery. I was bored and pulled out the playing cards. I sat down on the couch and tried to play solitiare just like my grandmother. Guess what? Our couch must not be wide enough, or the cards were bigger, or I am accustomed to playing on the computer.

I think I need to enjoy the simple things again. I think I will read this weekend. Maybe work a puzzle on the coffee table. Who knows I could finally get some mending/hemming/sewing done. I would say I could arrange my photos and archive them, but they are on the computer :)

The Fog

Hubby's middle son got his driver's license about a year ago. Hubby and I have been doing our very best to teach him the finer points of good driving by being good examples ourselves. So, imagine my surprise this morning...I narrowly missed being hit not once but twice! So all you crazy drivers out there please note:

1. When it is foggy drive with your lights ON!
2. When it is foggy drive with some distance between you and the car in front of you.
3. When it is foggy and one lane of the freeway is travelling 30 miles and hour and the other one is 60 miles an hour...be cautious, surely there is a reason (accident #1 happened this way).
4. When it is foggy please don't keep going around a curve without looking--or not slow down while you are looking. You can't see far in front of you anyway, which is why you could HIT someone! (accident #2 happened this way).

I guess this is all I have to say about fog. :)

ATTENTION!!

Are you ever surprised at what your kids are 'in' to?

When sweet son was little he loved Marie from Aristocats. He loved her so much he carried a stuffed Marie cat around everywhere we went. The funny thing is he held her by the neck--it was narrow, and his hands fit around it perfectly.

As he got older Star Wars was the next cool thing. He had hundreds (it seems) of action figures, tiny laser guns, and ugly creatures from other planets.

Now he is even older, and the next 'in' thing is JCC, Junior Cadet Corps. He made the decision last spring he would join this group as it qualified for a P.E. credit...and boy he hated P.E. I was concerned he wouldn't enjoy the structure or the commitment, but it appears I was wrong. He was named Squad Leader last week.

Standard Transmission

When I was 15-16 I took a driver's education course at the high school I attended. After completing the textbook portion of the class we were on to the actual driving portion. I was fortunate enough to drive a standard transmission '89 Ford Escort. Thankfully it had heat, a/c, and power steering. Anyway the hardest thing to learn was where that sweet spot was...where the car would take off from a dead stop and not sputter or die.

It seems in life I can't seem to find that sweet spot. I keep jerking back and forth between sweet bliss and total panic, trying my best to give life gas or more clutch to smooth things out, only to find a stop sign just up ahead. Then I start the whole thing over again.

In my defense I will say I am proud of how well I have handled some big life changes. Getting married, hubby's several surgeries, kid challenges, a few health scares of my own and now some bad news today. Not just your run of the mill bad news but big bad news. I guess all of this to say...I am hoping to get out of the problematic first gear and move on to third or something...not too fast, not too slow...and a whole lot less jerky.