1) I can't believe it's the second week of February already! This is nuts. My mother always told me that when you get older, time goes faster, and now I understand! I think I've figured out the phenomena, though.
Every day is the same. Well, close enough, anyway! I don't think I have ever realized this until I started working at the church. I have such a regular set of things that I have to do each week that the days just blend into one another. It's really kind of weird when you think about it. I bet it's the same when you have to drive a lot for your work; just miles and miles of road that eat up your time and after a while, you stop seeing it. I'm lucky to have the job I have, so no complaints exactly, but you do have to break things up a bit. Luckily, I have a few things I do to make things more fun! Otherwise I'd wake up and be 100 years old and have no idea what had happened!
2) Sorry, I'm just realizing that I'll be another year older soon and I'm trying to fight off the panic of getting old. Well, older. I don't guess I'm old enough to be OLD just yet. I just start getting kind of breathless when I realize how old I am and that there are so many things I want to do! I've barely started! *wheeze, wheeze, wheeze...uses inhaler...*
I'm going to have to start thinking about who I'm going to do for my midlife crisis soon! Hee!
3) You guys, I have a problem. Ok, it isn't a real problem. Well sort of. It's a stupid thing, really, and also kind of embarrassing, but only in the sense that it's about underwear. If you don't want to read about underwear, then you can skip this one. I apologize.
Last Friday, I was shopping and I found myself in the lingerie section of a store. They didn't have what I'd specifically been looking for, but they did have lots of pretty bras and I like pretty bras! They even had some in my size! It's rare enough to find pretty bras in the size I need that I tend to seize the moment and get them if I can.
Let me stop here and explain that, for those of you who don't know the actual, in person me, I have been blessed with what my sister refers to as bodacious tatas. I don't know how bodacious they are, but there you go. (*EDIT: I feel I need to be more clear, here. This is why I have trouble finding nice bras on my size. At a certain point, they either get prohibitively expensive because you have to go to special shops, or they go ugly industrial elastic and rubber, or porn-star stuff that I don't think would work under normal clothes. I'm not bragging or anything like that.)
Anyway, so I bought two of them and decided to wear one today, and although it's doing it's job admirably as far as keeping everything contained, the bra is creaking. It's creaking like an old wooden ship being rocked by waves. It's awful. Every time I move, I sound like an old rocking chair. I think it might be the wire inside rubbing against whatever the bra is made of, but it's embarrassing and I'm afraid to move around too much because it's loud enough for others to hear it! I'm lucky that I work with people who have their own offices, but if I have to take something to them they're going to wonder why my boobs are creaking. I'm sure there's a joke in this somewhere, but you'll have to figure it out for me.
4) Sometimes I am forcefully reminded that I am not enough. I don't know if
that makes sense to anyone else. I've never been enough. I guess something is missing.
I wish I knew what.
5) I have been slowly, but surely, clearing out my home office since
Friday night. Steve is installing some shelving in there that,
hopefully, will alleviate the cluttering issue I have now. It had
gotten way out of hand. I try to keep my books and art supplies in
there, and I have a LOT of books and art supplies. I had actually
forgotten that it had once been a small dining room and was big enough
for a family to eat in since there was very little room to move
While I was going through stuff, I found a
lot of old pictures and things from my high school days. I had a nice
little stroll down memory lane, although, something about looking at old
pictures makes me melancholy. I guess it's because so many of those
people aren't a part of my life anymore, but even pictures of the good
times always make me a bit sad. That always happens. Who knows why.
At any rate, I got a chance to look through a lot of my pictures of old
friends and good times! I even found my senior portraits and I can't
believe how young I looked! I also had some weird eyebrow game going,
because in a lot of those pictures, I looked MAD. Haha! I always feel
mentally that I'm still that age, but it's an unpleasant realization
that I'm 20 years older when I look in the mirror! I mean, I'm still
really adorable, and have the bodacious tatas (ha) but still, I'm 20 years older. At least my eyebrows aren't as angry! Silver linings!