Welcome to my Randomly Thinking post where I share random thoughts from my week or the past two weeks. Read at your own risk.
I am happy to be posting a Randomly Thinking post today. Partially because these post are usually more fun than some of my others and also because this post is another shot to the reward center in my brain. To explain, a few days ago I received a notification from WordPress that I had a streak of posting three days in a row (gasp!) and they were proud of me.
*sniff* Proud of me? I was touched.
Well, I just wondered how proud they’d be if I posted the next day. So, I did. Another notification congratulating me. Oooh.
And then I kept posting and now I have posted seven whole days in a row. Crazy right?
I’m so awesome.
Please take note that you should read the previous sentences with a lot of sarcasm. I don’t know if I’m awesome or sad, but I am leaning toward sad.
Today is my seventh day in a row of posting to my blog.
I am a blogging god. Ahem.
Moving on before you spit your coffee out your nose.
A couple of weeks ago my kids and I took a trip to our old stomping grounds, which I mentioned in a Sunday Bookends post. My son wanted to ride his bike around town while I picked up a Wal-Mart order. My husband mentioned some concern that my son wanted to ride his bike in a town where there has been increased drug activity and arrests. I assured him I wouldn’t be far away from my son and away we went. While there my daughter asked to go play on one of the playgrounds we used to go to a lot when we lived in town (it’s down the street from our old house). I met my son at the playground and while waiting in the van for my daughter to finish playing, I took a pumpkin seed oil gel capsule, which I have been taking lately to support bladder health (bet you’re glad I told you that part).
My son says, “Oh my gosh. Mom! Seriously? After Dad said there is increased drug arrests up here and you’re going to take that right out here where everyone can see you popping it?”
I looked at him with a raised eyebrow. “It’s a natural supplement. Calm down. It’s not like I pulled a syringe out.”
Also, there was only one other car there and I probably shouldn’t say this but guessing by the appearance of the one guy in the car, I don’t think my taking a natural supplement would have bothered him one bit. Had he seen me he might have even asked me for a few, thinking it was something else.
(On a more serious note, I really hope that above statement about the man wasn’t true because he was there with a little girl about two and I don’t like thinking her daddy might be an addict. I pray he isn’t and was instead just tired from a long day at work.)
The Boy and I were looking for a movie to watch the other night and my husband suggested Master and Commander Blah, Blah, Blah Long Movie Name.
We were honestly very confused by the movie and it seemed to never end. We were ready for bed and paused it to see how much longer we had. We had an hour and eighteen minutes left but we could have sworn we’d already watched two hours.
The Boy: “I don’t even know what is happening except he keeps destroying this ship and killing people trying to beat this other ship. Everyone is begging him to turn around and go home but he’s ignoring him. I guess that’s the plot.”
Me: “Same. All I’m seeing is wind, rushing waves, a lot of screaming and stabbing and people falling overboard. I’m not sure about the plot at all.”
Needless to say, we haven’t yet picked the movie back up again and when we do, we might need some cliff notes.
My daughter absolutely loves the book There Is A Monster At the End of this Book with Grover from Sesame Street. She loves it so much I read it to her some 20 times in two days. She’s now memorized it and reads it to her dad and our dog. Our dog looks with sad eyes as if saying, “Please….make her stop.” But Little Miss is having so much fun, I don’t make her stop. I love to see her reading.
I tried a movie with Renee Zellweger one night this week. It was awful. Probably because I can’t stand Renee Zellweger. I remember that horrible time when she was in every movie and in every movie she played the same person – Renee Zellweger. She doesn’t really have a lot of range.
Out of place blond ditz used to wearing heels and short skirts and doesn’t understand – well, anything at all. That’s her range.
Anyhow, I reiterate. I am not a Renee Zellweger fan. The movie didn’t help by making people from Minnesota complete and total morons who don’t understand, well, anything. They were total yokels. Typical Hollywood stereotypes.
My neighbors held a yard sale last week and I noticed a red lamp on the porch during the same. I sent my son over to buy it, saying I could use it in the living room. He’d looked out the window at it before he left, and had decided he’d like it for himself for his room. When he came back with it, though, it wasn’t red at all but hot pink. It had belonged to the neighbor’s daughter.
I asked The Boy if he would be okay with a pink lamp. I was sort of hoping he would say ‘no’ so I could keep it, but instead he said, deepening his voice first, “I’m secure enough in my manhood to have a pink lamp.”
My daughter and I have decided we prefer cooler weather to warmer weather. We had a sample of summer two weeks ago and since then it’s been pretty mild temperature-wise and actually cold some nights. We like the colder weather because it means we can snuggle each other and our dog more. Neither of us are looking forward to the heat. I especially have issues with high humidity and can barely function in it.
If we lived closer to a swimming pool we might enjoy it a little more. Sadly, the one public pool we used to go to shut the pool down for anyone other than guests of their campground. Maybe we will have to rent one of their cabins and camp there this summer so we can go to their pool.
My son plays a video game that features old music. Both of us are fans of 60s music, but then we listened to some of the lyrics.
Oh my. Some of those lyrics aren’t as clean as they seem on the surface.
Take for example The Wanderer.
“Oh well I’m the type of guy who will never settle down
Where pretty girls are well, you know that I’m around
I kiss ’em and I love ’em ’cause to me they’re all the same
I hug ’em and I squeeze ’em they don’t even know my name
They call me the wanderer, yeah the wanderer
I roam around around around.”
Uh…..My son is the one who pointed out that this man sounds like a womanizer with some serious issues. The song only gets worse.
“Oh well there’s Flo on my left and there’s Mary on my right
And Janie is the girl with that I’ll be with tonight
And when she asks me which one I love the best
I tear open my shirt I got Rosie on my chest
‘Cause I’m the wanderer yeah the wanderer
I roam around around around”
My son is guessing this man later died from STDs and I have to agree.
So those are some of my random thoughts for this week. How about you? Share some of your random thoughts in the comments.