Saturday, May 12, 2012

Born late

     I was born too late.  I missed out on some really cool stuff just by being too old.  I totally missed the goth thing!  I would've loved goth.  I would've looked like crap but I do love black.  I never got my nose pierced or got a tattoo.  The only things I can really buy at Hot Topic are t-shirts (I love that store!).  I never dyed my hair blue (or green or pink).  Know what I DID get to do?  I survived the 70's.  I was around for disco and lived to talk about it.  I used layers of shiny blue eye shadow.  My hair had "wings" and "feathers".  I had a shiny blue satin jacket, and I wore it roller skating!  My friends and I disco-danced to the flashing lights on our Christmas tree!  I kept a transistor radio under my pillow in case my favorite songs came on.  I had a friend with an 8 track tape player.  I am OLD!  But inside I am still around 17.  How does one function like that?  I look in the mirror and think "Who the hell is that old lady looking at me???"  When I go shopping, I don't know where to look for clothes...the petite department has old lady clothes!  The other clothes make me look like I'm pretending to be younger than I am.  Mini skirts are out of the question...veiny legs!  YUCK!
    The one thing I do that might be grasping at youth is I have my hair long.  I sometimes wear it in braids.  Is that stupid?  Braids are cool because I can wash my hair, braid it, and sleep on it.  Then I don't have to do anything with it the next day!  And the day after, I have curly hair!
     I don't really like getting older.  Maybe because I don't feel like I'm going to be 48.  Is it too late to get my nose pierced, or dye a blue streak through my hair?

Friday, May 11, 2012

Blog...what a funny word!

Ah, bloggage.  To type something that you think everyone in the world will be interested in, but in fact you, the writer, are really the only one.  BUT what is the sense in writing something down if no one is going to read it??  I've tried and tried to keep a diary in the past, but I always got bored.  First of all, I have no life to write about...YAWN!  Secondly, I just don't get writing stuff down that only I am going to read.  Blogging, as opposed to diary-writing, goes out into the ether...floating about for just any random person to read.  If you happen to read it, that's awesome.  If you LIKED it after you read it, even better!  If you didn't, I don't really least someone read it!  I don't know if other people do this...I kind of hope so, otherwise there is something wrong with me...I have a little mental blog going on in my head most of the time.  Things I think are interesting or funny that happen during the day.  Working in a kindergarten class can make for some eventful days!  But even on my way home, or out to eat, I have my inner-blog going.  Take today on my way home.  Friday afternoon.  I'm driving through town to go pick up my spoiled rotten dog (she goes to her friend's house each day while I am at work).  Parked in the middle of my lane is a tractor-trailer unloading stuff for some random rinky-dink store.  Parked.  In the middle of the road.  ON A FREAKING FRIDAY AFTERNOON!!!  It took me a good 10 minutes to get around it because of course none of the guys standing around could be bothered to direct traffic around it.  So I finally get around it and I turn down one of my back road short cuts.  As I turn onto the street an idiot kid (about 17-18 years old) skateboards right in front of my car!  He jumps off the skateboard, apologizing like a crazy person while his skateboard goes rolling under my van and wedges itself under my tire.  Meanwhile there are cars behind me trying to take the same short cut as I did.  Idiot boy is still apologizing and I'm like "Get your damn skateboard and get out of my way!"  He has to crawl under my van to get the stupid thing "I'm so sorry Ma'am!  I'm really sorry Ma'am"  I finally am on my way.  Rolling along.  I get to a traffic light.  There are a fair amount of cars waiting.  The light turns green, 2 cars roll through and the light changes to red.  2 cars!  By this time I am banging my head against the steering wheel.  It's about then when I start a mental blog in my head.  It's not the typical ride home, even for a Friday (more like a Monday).  Someone might find this amusing.  Add some of my trademark cynicism and BINGO!  We have bloggage!  *sigh*  My work here is done.  :o)

All I wanted to do was write!

WOW!!  I haven't been on here in quite a while and Google went and changed everything!  What a pain in the butt!!  I had to reset my password and figure out what email address I used!  I have gmail, which I assume is google...right?  So according to google, to use this blog site I can't use a gmail address as my main address!  WTF???  Does that even make sense?  And they went and made it all complicated.  I just spent the last 20 minutes just trying to find the icon to type!!  JEEZ Google....let's simplify, okay?  Not everyone is a computer whiz!  I don't even remember what I wanted to write about now!  OH MY GOODNESS!  I just wanted to write!