Wednesday, January 31, 2007

A Million Thoughts All At Once

Okay, so that's probably an exaggeration but that's what it feels like. My head has been spinning for a number of days now and I haven't been able to form a coherent thought to base a post on, so I'm going to just let them all flow out here and if you can hang with me to the bottom and ignore the seemingly unrelated nature of these random thoughts, I promise to reward you with the secret to my great apple pie recipe.

So here it goes...

People with ugly toes should not wear opened-toe shoes.

I love aspargus but the pee smell after? That's just too weird.

Did you ever notice how some vitamins have the same effect?

I love the peep-toe shoes that are popular now, but I can't wear them because my toes are strangely too short for the length of my feet and they don't peep.

I developed a bionic sense of smell during pregnancy that has never really gone away. Because of that I am rarely indifferent to scents. I just went crazy in a homemade soap store in FL and spent way too much money on soaps that smell so good! (Feel free to ask me for recommendations if you feel so inclined to order from their site.)

Along the scent line, I love to smell good cologne/perfume and always notice when someone has on a scent that I like. I link so many memories to the scents of certain boys. The smell of Polo or Drakkar pulls me back to the 80's so quickly that I suddenly find myself frantically searching for my favorite Forenza sweater and acid-washed jeans as I reach for the Aquanet to primp before a date. Disturbingly, I came downstairs one morning during high school and smelled the cutest boy...who turned out to be my dad donning a new cologne! The horror!!!!!

Have you ever lived believing in a certain version of a story for so long that you didn't realize there were other perspectives--until it was too late?

What else can you do besides get another tattoo to successfully breeze through a midlife crisis without causing any permanent damage? And if you get a tattoo, where would you get it and what design would you choose?

Will your kids be embarrassed of your tattoos when they are in high school? Even the one you got before you had kids?

Will I care?

If you realize you wronged someone, it's necessary to apologize right? What if a tremendous amount of time has passed? Are you really apologizing to make amends or are you just making yourself feel better? How can you tell?

Sometimes you get in a bad mood--like I have been for a few days--and it's hard to get out of it. But then your best friend tells you she loves you and everything just looks a little bit brighter.

Best friends can feel like family--more than some family members feel like family sometimes. And thank goodness.

Okay, that's all I have for right now. I could use some witty comments to lighten my heart. I'm really not trying to sound pathetic, but it does sound that way doesn't it. Oh well. Leave a comment now and hate me later. I'm still trying to get through all of the posts I missed while I was away and as much as I'm trying to get through them quickly I can't help stopping to make comments. You all are a funny, inspiring group of writers and I'm glad you're out there!!!

So congratuations! You made it. Sorry you can't get those few minutes back. But since you're here, here's the secret to my apple pie: use a variety of apples (both sweet and sour) and add a teaspoon or two of vanilla. Works every time!!!

11 Deserve Mamma's Love:

MissAllycat said...

That? Was a great post. I have had so many of the same thoughts! I've really been struggling with the question on whether or not to apologize someone that I wronged 9 years ago. Let me know if you find the answer.

Additionally...I had a conversation about the asparagus/vitamin pee with some friends a few weeks ago. :)

Anonymous said...

When you are ready for your next tattoo, call me...I want another one too....

I always say, I'll be the coolest granny in the nursing home...harassing all the cute male orderlies to scrub my ass.

Marty, a.k.a. canape said...

That apology thing is a good question. I have never done it, but I've thought about it a lot.

Keep us posted on what you decide!

Sorry I don't have anything witty to say.

Have a bitchtastic day :)

OhTheJoys said...

Okay - and why, after you've had a child, everytime you need to poop when you have your period must you also "give birth" to the tampon?

I'm just asking.

Ruth Dynamite said...

Yeah - the asparagus phenomenon is really kind of gross, but I'll still eat it, damnit.

Here's your uplifting thought: tomorrow is Groundhog Day! Woo Hoo! Can you even stand the excitement?

Terri@SteelMagnolia said...

The whole thing about the asparagus is a true story ... it's some chemical reaction. My sister "googled" it.
Funny funny... who'd ever think?

You can believe it... even though it's still Thursday.

Nancy Jensen said...

It's not Thursday anymore so I'll believe the Asparagus Pee Theory now. It is definately true about certain vitamins too. What's really amazing is that there's a pill you take to ease the pain of a UTI and it turns your pee bright orange. I forgot the name of it but I've used it. Good thing my doctor warned me about the colorful side effect beforehand. Can you imagine how I would feel seeing THAT? ewwwwww

Attila the Mom said...

Hahahaha! Great post! My older brother hasn't grown past his "glory years" of high school and STILL wears Polo and Drakkar. Peeyew!

And you ain't seen fugly feet until you've seen my husband's fugly feet. You won't think twice about yours ever again!

LID said...

Wow! That's just way to much to think about! LOL! It's why Dad's don't read Mom blogs... too much introspection... now where did I out that remote control?

Seriously, Great Post! Thanks for visiting over at LID... see 'ya around!

LID said...

I meant to say "put" that remote control... it's funnier when the grammar's right!

mamatulip said...

That is why I don't wear open-toed shoes...and yes, best friends are like family. In fact, I call my best friend my sister to those who don't know any better.