After six months of silence, I decided I want to start blogging again. I don't have any super-profound thoughts, just some random ideas. So, here we go.......
The other day, I was driving to work and I remembered some "words of wisdom" my mom shared with me when I was young. She said there is a "rule of thumb" for accessorizing. You should limit yourself to one accessory for each foot of your height. And, make-up and patterns/embellishments on your clothes each count as one. So, I did a quick assessment at the stoplight. I had on make-up, of course, some kind of print on my shirt, about 8 bangles, my wedding rings, my right hand ring, earrings, buckles on my shoes and a brooch on my sweater. That makes about 15 items. Lets see, I thought, I'm 5 feet and 6 1/2 inches tall (yes, the extra 1/2 inch is important to me), so I need to figure out how to grow 9 1/2 more feet. I think this is a poo-poo "rule of thumb."
Then, someone cut me off and I remembered something I told my work neighbor recently- that I realized that I cannot drive to work without calling someone a "fucker." Then I recalled a fantasy I've had since I started driving. I wish I could design a wrap-around electronic banner for my car that responded to my voice by typing what I was thinking (or vocalizing) on the banner. For example, if someone tries to take my parking space, the banner would scroll something like, "You douche-bag! What makes you think that's o.k.?" One day....
And finally, I was bragging to someone recently about how I've never seen my husband, Roger, angry, and he's never raised his voice to me (or anyone else that I've witnessed), no matter how frustrating I have been or what kind of temper-tantrum I display. He tells me he's realized that that's just how I react to stress and he just figures it's easiest to let me vent. So I was thinking, God gave me the ability to use all kinds of vocal ranges. Why would he do that unless he wanted me to exercise those abilities? Then, it occurred to me that maybe he did that to give me a choice to be self-disciplined and not use that ability, or to lose control and pitch a fit (and thereby make an ass of myself).
That's it. Those are my random thoughts for this morning. Now I will go back in our 60 degree bedroom, pry the puppy, Pepito from under the covers and get ready for work. It's a whopping 38 degrees outside and I'm super stoked. Plus, it's almost Friday. Whoot whoot.
Today, I'm thankful for a patient husband, cold weather and a new temporary renter for my Okeechobee house. One more month of being able to pay the mortgage. Thank you, Baby Jesus!
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