Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Random Ramblings

So, I am currently wandering aimlessly about my house. This is where I settled, so I figured I'd ramble a bit. I'm good at that. I am a touch blue and trying to make myself feel better.

Sister in Law in expecting twins. I am happy for her. They've been trying for awhile. It's very happy, exciting news. And it just further points out that I will not be pregnant with anything. I'm usually (mostly) okay with that. But sometimes I get a little down about it. Like now.

Hey Ladies by the Beastie Boys just shuffled in. That makes me feel a bit better....

I am wearing jeans today. I really do not like how I look in jeans. I'm more of a skirt girl. Because it hides things like thighs. Jeans do not. But I just didn't want to have to sit properly in a skirt today. I want to sit like a lazy slob and read books, then bake cookies. So I'm wearing jeans. (I have high hopes for the cookies. They'll be chocolate fudge dough with dark chocolate covered peanuts and almonds. )

My digestive system is being very sluggish these days. Which I'm sure you were wondering about and really curious to know. I have IBS, so some days are all fine and dandy. Some days are not. It's a "not" time right now. And I haven't really been making the best of food choices to help myself out, either. Like the spaghetti I had for dinner last night. I can't eat much pasta, but I LOVE IT. And it sounded so, so, so, so good. Just regular old spaghetti with tomato sauce and meatless balls (Insert your own joke here.), sprinkled with blue cheese. YUM!!! And today I'm paying for it. So what am I going to do? Um, that would be make cookies. (And like I'm going to make them and not eat any. I have no will power.) My genius can be astounding.

I'm a raging hypochondriac. Every ache, pain, bruise, pimple, sneeze, etc. I'm sure is something awful. Even though it's not. Any suggestions on how to overcome this? It really adds to my stress level (which I have been told by multiple sources, both medical and not, that I really need to lower). And I react to stress physically. Do you see my problem there?

I just drank this tea that smelled just like prepubescent sweaty children coming in from recess on a hot day. Which I sadly have a vast knowledge of. It pretty much tasted like sweat, too. It was vile. But it's supposed to be "good" for me. Does it really do anything at all? Could I have had the strawberry vanilla tea and gotten the exact same (apparently non-existent) results?

Now Mellowship Slinky in B Minor by Red Hot Chili Peppers shuffled in. When Anthony Kiedis sings "kiss me right here on my tattoo" I just can't help but think "um... okay!"

I must think of things to lift my mood now.....


Today is the official start of the U2 360 tour! It opens in Barcelona. And granted, I'm not in Spain to see it or anything, but hey, the tour is on! And now I'll be able to see set lists, and footage, and all kinds of fun stuff like that as I eagerly await their arrival in Chicago.

The new Pete Yorn album, Back & Fourth, came out last Tuesday. It's fantastic. And as if on cue, Pete just shuffled in. But it's Just Another which is from his (equally amazing) first album musicforthemorningafter. If you don't know Pete, you really should give him a listen. He's an amazing singer/songwriter. Kind of in the tradition of Bruce Springsteen. In fact, Social Development Dance (from the new album) is very, very Springsteenesque. And made me a little teary, but that's besides the point, I suppose. So, yeah, check out Pete.

For dinner tonight, I am making sandwiches, which is one of my favorite foods ever. I have green leaf lettuce, olive oil mayo, Havarti cheese (a.k.a. the best cheese EVER!), tofurkey, sweet potato chips (Hubby will eat his jalapeno Cheetos, and trust me they are all his....), and I'm going to brew some orange tangerine iced tea (It's Celestial Seasonings, which is awesome stuff. Did you know that because they do not have string, tags, staples, or individual wrappers on their tea bags, they save 3.5 million pounds of waste from entering landfills every year? That rocks.) So dinner will be yummy.

The live version of REM's Leaving New York just shuffled in. Michael Stipe's voice lifts me. Always. I heart you, Michael Stipe.

I bought the Inkheart DVD when I was at Target. Because Dustfinger takes off his shirt and plays with fire. Yes, I can use it for work and it was a good movie and blah blah blah. But really, it's because Dustfinger takes off his shirt and plays with fire.

Hubby will be home from work stuff soon. That will be good. Maybe I can get him to take off his shirt and play with fire.....

I'm actually feeling a bit better now! Thank you for helping me with that!

I think I'll make some not gross tea and finish my book before cookie making.....


Lyndsay said...

You can have Pete Yorn, you can have U2, you can even have all the (amazing-sounding) chocolate cookies, but hands off Michael Stipe.

He's mine sister.

(and yes, I realize he probably wouldn't be interested in someone of my gender, but all I want him to do is sit across the room and sing to me... and maybe flail around a bit... swoon.)

InTheFastLane said...

That is a lot of wandering! :)
I am sorry about the not having kids thing. I don't know all the details, but that can't be easy, especially if it is something you want. I had the opposite problem, so...the Mr. had to have surgery :)

I also have the IBS issue. I broke down a couple weeks ago and had my favorite unhealthy food, chili cheese dogs...and I totally regretted it. Completely. Pasta, on the other hand? I can eat that and rice all the time. In fact, for lunch today, I had leftover rice with melted cheese and salsa. Yum...

Heart2Heart said...

I am so with you in spirit today. I have been a bluesy mood all week long. It's been tough going and some mornings I just sit and count the ceiling tiles or the popcorn stuff that is covering other spaces.

Sometimes I wonder how I got here and when can I leave. I am trying to see it as prescribed quiet time for me since most of the time, I am the person running around like a chicken with it's head cut off.

Love and Hugs ~ Kat