In The Halls of Random

For my birthday I had myself measured for a bra.  It is always best to see if you've grown or shrank or whatever.  For many years, I felt that I was a C cup size.  Somewhere along the way I graduated to a D cup...except when it's a molded cup.  Then I'm either a B or a C, but not a D, and certainly not a DD.  Don't get me started about the demis, the balconettes, the plunges.  How does that even work?  Is there some arcane aspect of physics involved in breast size?  Could this science be why men are so interested in mammaries? All this has made me realize that finding a correctly fitting bra requires some sort of college degree.  A doctorate.  A dissertation on why there are no CC bras would be a good start.

We have a little pool in the back yard, for Zane to splash around.  Except that we can't let it sit in one spot for too long, since it will kill the grass.  Also, standing water attracts mosquitoes, who lay their eggs in it.  Then there are the various accidental drownings which occur due to insects not realizing that the water is deep; bugs don't get swimming lessons, or learn to just float on their backs.  I tried to let some of the water out of the pool, and that was when I found out exactly how many cockroaches are in my backyard. Have I mentioned my morbid fear of cockroaches?  Here I am, barefoot, while these prehistoric monsters crawl toward me.  I did the only thing that I could, of course.  I leapt straight into the air and landed on the patio, a good two feet of distance.  Fear is a good motivator on occasion. 

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I am supposed to have a Girls' Night Out to see the movie Magic Mike.  Not that I am all that into the whole stripper thing.  When I worked as a bartender at a club, they would have strippers come in on Fridays for the ladies.  Those guys were prissier than me, especially about their hair.   That sort of prissiness does not inspire lustful feelings, but it is interesting to observe the crowd behaviors.  I am joining my friends at this movie to show solidarity.   I am hopeful that there is a storyline to follow. 

I just finished World War Z.  It was interesting, if a bit disjointed.  That disjointedness may have come from my end.  Every time I started actually focusing on the book I was interrupted by a boy, or his dad.  That sort of thing is happening more and more often, so my reading time is becoming limited. I am hopeful that once Zane learns to read, we can have regularly scheduled reading time for both of us. 

My niece is about to embark on the gargantuan task of reading Stephen King.  It is certainly not for the faint of heart.  I started her off with Night Shift, small bites.  Although King's short stories scared me more than most of his novels.  I gave my niece The Shining also, so she can check into the Overlook hotel.  Then I tell her that the Overlook is a real place called the Stanley, and see if she wants to go there. Ghostbusters has nothing on my family!

So I am heading over to Stacy's place to drink her wine--looking forward to the sangria!





And I am also going to be visiting the lovelies over at Talk to Us Tuesdays

Feeling So Very Random

We've come into a little extra cash(I'm working extra days this summer).  Remember when we were kids and you could save up your allowance or your earnings from a summer job for something extravagant and frivolous like sea monkeys or x-ray goggles?  I would love to be able to take all of the cash that I'm earning and spend it all on a spa weekend at a resort, or maybe a life-sized replica of Batman.  Except that...we need a new lawn mower, a new fence, new flooring, and a couple of other things around the house fixed.  I hate that I can't take any sort of childish joy in the idea of a new floor, but there it is.  Although a life-sized Batman would look really great on wood laminate.  (Can you imagine someone breaking into a house and seeing the silhouette of Batman standing there in the dark?) 

My son drew this.  I think it looks like a computer monitor and keyboard.  Which is funny, and probably a sign that we spend too much time online.   You never know where a kid's imagination will go.   I love listening to Zane playing with his toys.  He makes them talk to each other, and he has them fight and make up and be friends again.  In his world, the Joker and Superman can hang out and be buds, but only until there's shenanigans. (Note: four year olds don't really know how to say the word "shenanigans", and it's so adorable to listen to them try!)

True Blood started up this week!!!   Squeeee!  (Sorry, I'm told that sound is required.)  The next sentence is a spoiler: I am not sure how I feel about Tara living, let alone her being a vamp.  Okay, that is all of the spoilers for this episode. 

When I signed up to be a soccer mom, I had no idea what a seething cesspool of political machinations the recreational soccer world is.  Nobody talks about that part of the fun.  Is that part of every kid sport--the politics?  I hate having to watch what I say so I don't get my child 'blacklisted', and you know, if it's going to be that ridiculous, there's probably another soccer league out in our area, right?

My cat Zena is a wanderer, and she likes to wander through the tall grass out behind the fence.  Lately when she comes home, she is covered in sticker burrs.  Hundreds of them, all over!  I have to get out the brush and get as many out of her fur as I can, just because they seem so painful, all tangled up in her fur.  Is Zena appreciative of my efforts?  No, she is not.  She tries to nip me every single time.  Perhaps I am going about this the wrong way--maybe sticker burrs have fiber, and Zena was trying to get her daily dose?

What does this sign say?  It says that pets are prohibited in the pool. Check. It says that changing diapers in the pool is prohibited. Ew, and Check.  And it says that the use of the "public interactive water feature or fountain if a person is infected with a contagious disease or condition is prohibited."   My question would be regarding who is checking for contagious diseases before allowing people to enter the pool?  Is there someone in the dressing room asking people to pee in a cup or drawing their blood and checking it under a microscope?  I guess they're doing this one the honor system.  I didn't realize that I needed to make sure that my vaccinations were up to date before I hit the pool. 


I'm visiting Stacy today over at her site, to see what her latest vintage might be. Come over and visit her!






I'm also visiting Seriously Shawn and Impulsive Addict for their Talk to us Tuesday fun.  Join up--no rules!

A Day in Random

I am glad that hurricane season is finally here. Not that I want the death and destruction that comes with a hurricane. I just want the rain. Lots and lots of steady rain. We are still in a drought here, and the summer heat will pull even more moisture from the air.  I'm not worried about the cacti. It's all the other plants and trees that I don't want to lose.  Not to mention all the critters that will come looking for water and scare the bejeebers out of my husband. 

The San Antonio Spurs are my favorite basketball team, let's just get that out of the way.  I am not a huge basketball fanatic.  But I like the Spurs.   They don't talk smack.  People talk smack about them, and they don't respond, or they just laugh.  The Spurs don't deliberately hurt other players.  Even Dennis Rodman made a Herculean effort to behave himself when he was a Spur.  The Spurs are just nice people.  Oh, and they also play some killer b-ball. 

My husband likes to go to Wal-mart.  Not for any actual shopping, mind you.  He was looking for this particular spider:

What he was actually asked to go to the store for was milk.   Do other husbands hit the store for one thing and come home with something completely different?  I want to know!   But the older Lego kids often remain closed until their owner reaches the appropriate age, so I'll be looking at the spider for awhile.

Am I the only person who noticed that the Lady Antebellum song "Need You Now"  is actually a booty call?  Yep, it's after 1am, and I'm drunk, so get your butt over here NOW for some lovin'!   So romantic, these kids today!   I suppose it keeps them off the street.  

WKRP in Cincinnati was one of the funniest shows on television, back in the day.  Sometimes I miss Herb Tarlek.  And Venus Flytrap.  And Les Nesman.  Occasionally I will get tape, and in his honor, make myself a door for my cubicle.  That always makes me smile. 

And now, from the random child files:  "Frogs are naked!"  Yes, indeed they are naked.  As God intended.  We would probably freak if they started wearing clothing.  Frogs would probably be snappy dressers.