Brain Floaters
Only snippets float around in my brain, kind of like those floaters you get in your eye which are extremely distracting during a boring lecture on the pentateuch at 7:30 a.m.
For instance, I thought just a second ago about how I used to put myself to sleep with visions of a plump-cheeked baby back when we used to be childless. I never once envisioned a twelve year old. Nor does the same image put me to sleep anymore.
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I vowed to myself to eat only vegetables and fruit tomorrow. Will I ever actually feel hungry again?
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In what universe do women wear pointy high heels with jeans? I mean, besides Oprah-land?
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I'm so not ready for another week of childcare, school-at-home and preschoolers.
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Nick and Jessica broke up? What? Doesn't anybody stay together anymore?
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I feel silly for looking forward to Oprah's appearance on David Letterman next week. But I feel completely justified in looking forward to the new season of "24."
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Today, I read about googlewhacking. I'm afraid I now have another way to procrastinate and avoid my housework. Great. Just what I needed. As if Hawaii and Tahiti aren't distracting enough.
For instance, I thought just a second ago about how I used to put myself to sleep with visions of a plump-cheeked baby back when we used to be childless. I never once envisioned a twelve year old. Nor does the same image put me to sleep anymore.
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I vowed to myself to eat only vegetables and fruit tomorrow. Will I ever actually feel hungry again?
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In what universe do women wear pointy high heels with jeans? I mean, besides Oprah-land?
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I'm so not ready for another week of childcare, school-at-home and preschoolers.
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Nick and Jessica broke up? What? Doesn't anybody stay together anymore?
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I feel silly for looking forward to Oprah's appearance on David Letterman next week. But I feel completely justified in looking forward to the new season of "24."
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Today, I read about googlewhacking. I'm afraid I now have another way to procrastinate and avoid my housework. Great. Just what I needed. As if Hawaii and Tahiti aren't distracting enough.
posted by Melodee at Sunday, November 27, 2005
9 Comments:
When does "24" start? I need a new show to get addicted to, I don't watch enough TV! Although I read too much....some say.
Thanks. I've been awake since 3:00 and was fresh out of my own weird and random thoughts. Yours gave me something new to ponder.
My niece flew up from FL two weeks ago, to stay with my parents. She came out to eat in jeans and pointy-toed pink high-heels. Lo-o-ong pointy toes. Hi-i-igh heels.
"I grow old, I grow old." T.S. Eliot
*sigh* If Nick and Jessica can't keep it togheter, is there really any hope for the rest of us mere mortals?
*snicker*
"In what universe do women wear pointy high heels with jeans? I mean, besides Oprah-land?"
I'll never understand the "Witch's boot" fad that's been going around. Pointy shoes are just plain ugly, period.
'But I feel completely justified in looking forward to the new season of "24." '
Ever since I lost an entire holiday weekend to a "24" marathon, I've tried to avoid that show. It is the crack-cocaine of T.V. shows, meaning that I was hooked, let-down, and re-hooked in 15-minute increments.
You need to move down here, Mel. You will see more women in jeans and pointy heels than you will ever need in a lifetime. And a bunch of them are with their young kids, to boot.
I wear the jeans and pointy heels from time-to-time if I'm going out somewhere nice, but not dressy. Uusually, though, I'm more inclined to wear Converse.
(P.S. My word verification is aahgh. I like that! Aahgh!!!)
mel--
Believe it or not, I wear jeans with pointy toed shoes, well boots, mostly. But not around the house, of course. And I bet Oprah is a schlub at home too.
But it's a good look for me. I often wear holey, ripped and stained t-shirts and ripped and stained capris almost all-year round at home. Makes for great romantic moments with the GITB.
But when I am going out on a job or to a social thing, yes, jeans and pointy-toes.
Try it, mel. You might feel sassy. A sassy church lady. Wouldn't that get the bake-sale ladies' gums a-flappin!
WooHoo! A fellow "24" junkie! tick...tick...tick...
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