Now that the three-day weekend is at a close, I shall serve up some pipin’ hot random thoughts. Perhaps in list form, perhaps more stream-of-(un)consciousness, who can say? Let’s begin, shall we?
Lists and whatnot:
1. It is possible to run out of gas in a Prius despite getting eleventy million miles to the gallon. Just sayin.
2. Sounds that make my skin crawl: bagpipes and fireworks – together. Neighbors should be glad I am not the gun-totin type.
3. A clean house is nice. I predict it stays that way until 0700 tomorrow and that’s it until family comes to visit again.
Streams and whatnot:
I don’t think I finished my “100 things about me” series. Might have to do it just to show I can actually finish one damn thing I start.
And I am thinking about a new blog design. It will be two years since the last one and while there are elements I like, there’s much I have outgrown and need something fresh. Unfortunately, the woman who designed it un-Facebooked me after we tangled on some political matters. I’m pretty sure she’d say no to any blog revision requests but I could be wrong. And mayhaps it’s time for a completely new designing perspective. Anyone know of any really good Word Press blog designers?
I still dislike being a host(ess). Think I should just move into a small apartment so I can say “Oh, so sorry you can’t come visit but my house is just too small.” I was able to handle Charlie’s visit last Sunday perfectly because it was just one person. And I wasn’t exhausted when he left. Yesterday was that multiplied by thirteen plus a two year old. Hence, my being in bed at 9:30 last night dreaming of wandering through parking lots looking for my mother on the second floor and getting in an elevator with a sign posted as such: “If the elevator starts falling at a rapid pace, hold on tight and think positive thoughts.” Yeah, positive thoughts will make that high speed crash landing much easier, I’m thinking.
How come I am not only surrounded by people having babies (and calling them the names I would have named mine (Maddie and Sophia)) but they are appearing in my dreams as well? One dream involved my getting home late from work (after taking two buses to get there) and finding out they were going to take my baby to orphan court. I had to pay them $200 to not do that. Another baby dream recently involved having to change a diaper that was, shall we say, filled to the brim and beyond with baby poo. What’s with the dreams, people?? Can’t I have good ones? How about one involving a hot Italian guy and a hotel room? That’s gotta be more fun than crashing elevators, orphaned babies and poo-filled diapers! I think I’ll submit my request to my Dream Masters and see what they come up with. Wish me luck.