Thursday, January 6, 2011

Random thoughts for 2011

Isn't it time for flying cars? - really., weren't we baby boomers (and I was born in the last year or so of that generation in the early 60's) promised flying cars? I want mine.  Not because I love flying.  I HATE flying.  But the prospect of taking my flying car and buzzing it over my drunk ass neighbors is just too tempting.  

Why can't I get the Lucky Charms song out of my head?  Oh, it's because they're magically delicious.  That's right

My drunk ass neighbor's drunk ass 27 year old kid has cut and dyed his hair so that he now looks like Ronald McDonald.  Why? Because he wants to be a pro wrestler.  Like Hulk Hogan.  Really.  Oh. My. Freaking.  God.  And he wonders why he got fired from his job.  

I cannot buy a shirt or sweater and NOT get a food stain on it the first time I wear it.  I think I have an eating disorder.  

I think I need some new shoes.  I have about 50 pair of shoes.  I actually wear 90% of them.  Most of them I have had 10 or more years.  The other 10% fit nicely exactly once, when I tried them on in the store.  

I don't know what I'm going to do when my favorite thermal pajamas finally wear out.  Victoria's Secret doesn't make them anymore and I've had them over 10 years. 

My grocery store sells "scented" spa socks.  Aromatherapy socks? that don't already smell like feet? Interestingly, my cats are afraid of my feet when I wear them.  It's pretty hysterical.

Am I the only one who looks at teenagers with pierced faces and ear lobes with dinner plate sized holes that hang down to their shoulders and wonder how in the hell they're going to get a job and support themselves? I'm all for self expression, but having been a manager who hired people for a living for many years, looks are a very important impression.  

It's winter and I'm in my annual "mashed potato" gorge fest.  It's the only food that tastes good to me right now.  What it's not good for? My blood sugar levels - diabetics should not exist on mashed potatoes alone.  

Is it a bad thing when sometimes the only way I remember what day it is when my alarm clock so rudely interrupts me is by trying to remember what I watched on TV the night before? 

Glurp. (really, that's one of my first thoughts when I wake up in the morning).  


Aunty Pol said...

Honey..How would you get the PTU's loaded in the flying machine to take the " Kids" to the stabby place..?



Waving from Houston


Thumper said...

We so need a picture of the Ronald McDonald wannabe ;)

Barb said...

Oh, I have some now-nasty-skanky-looking jammies just like that. They're at least 10 years old. SO comfy. I googled the name and info on the tag a few years ago and apparently they don't sell them anymore... so I'm not tossing them out until they totally dissolve into nothingness.

David & kits said...

Flying cars are like pies in the sky ... they do't take to flying too well.

David & kits said...

Blogger has initiated their "let's make 'em look stupid" comment editor:

should read, "... they don't take to flying too well."

Khyra And Sometimes Her Mom said...

Another peril of living with KHATS!

We Alien owners have different issues ;-)

I will admit Lucky Charms are my favourite cereal AND that I'll be craving for mashed potatoes


ABBY said...

What I want to know is how these young women are gonna like having all of these tattoos all over their OLD bodies. They don't realize that in a few decades that cute little butterfly is gonna look like a flying squirrel. And they can't be taken off. The lasers to remove them makes the skin look freaky. OH well, guess it will go with the look of the all those piercing drooping or worse holes in their bodies where there aren't supposed to be any. They'll learn the hard way.

Derby, Ducky said...

Jammies, think Cuddl Duds.

Cloon said...

Hey, those must be some pretty bizarro socks to scare the Meezers...that does sound hysterical!