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Random Thoughts

I’m pretty tired tonight, and was looking for something to post on.  There are so many stories that have been blogged on particularly well today, that I really didn’t feel I had much to contribute tonight.  There have been so many things that have surfaced in my thoughts so thought I’d chronicle some of them…

My husband’s mom is ill and we don’t know exactly what is wrong, but it is affecting her significantly.  I worry about her as I lost my own mom early this year.  We await tests.  I’m happy that it seems like she has been connected to a good physician.

My kids both just got over pink eye, but a couple of mornings they have both woke up with slightly gunky eyes - I am thinking it may be making a comeback.  I wash my hands with fervor multiple times per day.

My house is a pit - when do people find time for laundry, cooking, dishes, cleaning, dusting and all other things "unholy?"  Don’t those damn dust bunnies know I’ve got a blog to take care of?

I may be wrong, but I think our stupid breeder mouse momma is pregnant again.  I hope I’m wrong - she just had babies not that long ago and our snakes won’t be able to keep up with her.

My son starts school in 3 weeks.  School clothes shopping….gak!  Why can’t we have tax free days like Iowa is having this weekend?  Damn greedy Nebraska government!

Why can’t people learn from their mistakes in their job?  My least favorite part about managing a department is having to separate a person.  If people would just work hard and stay focused and positive it would make things so much easier.  Um, yeah….I guess I can dream, huh!

I had to have my radiator & thermostat replaced in my truck the end of June….a few days ago, the "check engine" light came on.  That caused me some level of paranoia, but happily the light isn’t lit any more.  Which now cases me some level of paranoia…

Why is it that I am the only one that remembers a "between cartoons" animated thing called Dr. Henry’s Emergency Lessons for People (H.E.L.P.)?  Why do I remember full lyrics from songs popular in the 80s, but I can’t remember what I need at the grocery store?

This is one screwed up world…why do adult women rape boys, adult men rape girls (and boys), why do our judges let pedophiles and sex offenders out after a slap on the wrist when they know they’ll generally do it again, and worse?  What goes on in the mind of a person who decides to murder another human being?  What is messed up in the mind of a terrorist who is willing to blow himself or herself up just because of a level of hatred toward us they can’t begin to explain?  How do I protect my kids from this evil, or should I?  What will life bring for them as adults, what will life be for their children? 

Why did I worry about the mandatory testing I had to do at work?  I aced all of them.  Sheesh.

I’m so happy that the gardens are doing so well here….fresh green beans, tomatoes, peppers, cucumbers….I love summer!  My favorite veggie stand is right across from my favorite meat place.  Nothing better than a steak and fresh grown sweet corn….and a salad….yum!

Why is it that we have to now practically beg our son to eat a hot dog, but he has great joy in downing a steak he used to turn his nose up at?

How is it possible that a grocery cart, not even overflowing, can still bring a food bill of $150 or more?  Oh, wait….it’s probably the STEAK. 

What do 7 year-old-boys think about?  Ours bit his 4-year-old sister because she was "annoying him."  How was she annoying him?  She was dancing to the beat of the music coming from the video game he was playing.  …and I quote "I don’t like it when she keeps the beat to my music, Mommy."  So he bit her on the shoulder and was upset when I took the game away and sent him to his room.  Our 4-year-old daughter is okay, and will recover following ample amounts of drama.   

Well, there you have it.  A small walk around my brain.  I’m sure it’s frightening, but boy do *I* feel better!


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