winds of change

Suddenly Dylan is looking up smart phones. I don’t know what brought on this sudden change of heart, he used to be so set on NO, we don’t need smart phones. And while I can’t argue that we necessarily need them…. I want one.
Not so I can be on facebook non stop, but mainly so I can snap pictures and send them to my friends and family without having to deal with the camera cord and uploading to them computer and all that… and I never remember to bring the camera anywhere in the first place.
Also, GPS would be nice. Now, I don’t know if this sudden interest will last, but I hope so…

This just in...

Sweden won the Eurovision Song Contest! I can guarantee that nobody in Pocatello cares about this. At all. It matters very little on a global scale in general and even less on a local Idaho scale in particular.
But still. We won. Yay!

Friday Night....fun

We’re going bowling when I get off of work today. I have a very regular bowling form. Although it may appear spasmic and like I don’t know what I’m doing… there is actually a pattern behind my less impressive form.
And it goes like this…
I start of shaky (which is code for embarrassingly terrible) cause it’s normally been anywhere from 6 months to 3 years since last I bowled.
Then I get a hang of it, normally get a few spares, an occasional strike and people are like “Oh, you’re too awful after all…” all surprised.
Then my arm gets tired and it’s all downhill from there. I normally finish right where I started, in the gutter.
I still think it’s fun though. Sometimes. Or for that middle section where I actually get some points. But…I like to think that I’m not a competitive person, that only Dylan is, and that he sort of brings out this competitive demon in me…
I don’t know if that’s true. But I do know that I will be angry with him. And everyone else bowling. And possible the world in general. At some point tonight. Cause that’s how it goes.

Gah...the world is moving backwards

So… let me just get this straight, if a guy wears a shirt to the gym that says “Women R Strippers” you should realize that he might not actually believe that all women are strippers. He might even have a mother and a sister who are not strippers. He might be like a really nice guy, and that’s just an old frat shirt he happened to grab when we woke up at 6:30 to head to the gym.
So you should give him a break.
Cause it’s just a shirt.

If a girl, on the other hand, wears a shirt to the gym that says “Men are Pigs” she is definitely a man hating feminist lesbian who never shaves and wants all men dead. She probably even printed that shirt herself with her lesbo friends at an independent hippie commune in Portland.

So she’s definitely making a political statement.   He’s just working out.  You know, whatever.

it's so much harder when you're old

I wish we had some couple friends here in town. We joke sometimes about putting an add on craigslist, looking for a no-mo-mo , normal couple to hang out, go camping, skiing, have game nights, cook dinners, all that stuff with.
But there is something about that that just seems creepy and crazy.
Right?
Yeah. I think so.
I just looked at the strictly platonic section and well…. Some people seem normal, seem… normal. Others seem nuts.
And I don’t want friends who are nuts. I have that already.  

That’s officially too many “whow…I hope she’s ok” and “I’m lucky it’s not me” before I’d even had my coffee.
Rough morning for some people. Sending love and cyber-hugs to those with broken hearts and broken bones.
It really is sad we tend to need misery to happen to other people in order to appreciate that it didn’t happen to us.
I’m going to try to be a little more thankful.
At least today.

Monday life

Update: Allergra helps. Also, knowing that it helps… also helps. Makes me freak out less.
It’s Monday and all, but a countdown to a long weekend, good coffee and nice people all make it easier to handle.