Deep Thoughts (geewits style)

~~I imagine that politicians running on the platform of "I will go to Washington and fight the president" would have been considered treasonous in many eras.
~~I wish Walter Cronkite was still around to set everyone straight.
~~I think the reason religious people (any religion) get so riled up if you are not with them is because your non-belief makes them doubt.
~~I think it is really weird to mix meats from different animals unless it is on a sandwich.
~~But not seafood.
~~What if all of our climate troubles have been caused by all the stuff we sent to space? Maybe when each rocket poked a hole through our layers of atmospheres, all the good stuff got sucked out into the vacuum of space.
~~That would suck.
~~The word "treasonous" up there doesn't look like it was spelled right.
~~I think the real hardest part of getting old is realizing how stupid most young people are.
~~I think it's sad that some old people have lived a very long time and are still stupid.
~~I think I just realized that people are stupid at every age.
~~I wish people would stop being stupid.
~~Some songs are better than others and people who prefer the other songs just have bad taste.
~~I think people who are "followers" don't realize that they are.
~~I think the greatest invention of all time was air conditioning, followed closely by youtube.
~~I wish Snoopy were real and would come over and have a beer with me.
~~I wish teletransportation were a possibility although I would always have a fear of getting a giant fly head.
~~I think I should wrap this up. 

I Have Name Dementia

I've gotten really really bad with names. I just finished watching "Design Star" on HGTV. I watched every show. The lady I wanted to win won. I was so happy, I shed a few happy tears with her. I know her show will start on August 4th and the name of the show will be "Shop This House," but I can't for the life of me think of her name. I can remember only one name of all the other contestants, and it is only because it was a weird name: Bex. I find it seriously disconcerting that I can't remember the winner's name. But I'm really glad she won. And I will watch her show. Maybe after a few episodes, her name will enter my brain. And stay there.

On Possums and My Latest "Hapnins"

Jeff Musial was on Jimmy Fallon tonight. He's the animal guy. The first animal he brought out was a possum. He was all "Most people only see these on the side of the road. People rarely see possums just going about their business." I was all, Really? I must live in Possum Kingdom! (ha ha! That's a funny local joke because we have a lake in the area called Possum Kingdom.) I am still feeding our possums every night as well as putting out fresh water. It's like a sideshow on our front porch that we watch while we are watching TV.

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My Sweetie finally picked some days he could take off so we can go see my daughter in August. Although he could not take off for her actual birthday, we will be there just a few days before. I'm looking forward to seeing her. I haven't been to Colorado since maybe 1989 or maybe 1990. I am also looking forward to roadtripping with My Sweetie and enjoying cooler temps. I 've already made all the hotel reservations and am looking forward to planning the road snacks.

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My brother's daughter, the "found " daughter that we all discovered in 1999 when she was almost 18, recently posted some pictures of her son. He's almost 11. Mom pointed out that he reminded her of me. I think she was talking about this picture.:

That was my fourth grade picture, so I was 9. I never noticed, until I had the picture on my computer tonight, that I have that whole Mona Lisa/ I have a secret thing going on. The reality was, my top second right incisor was coming in oddly and there was no way in hell I was going to show that. The photographer was doing everything he could to get me to grin. Well that's all he got and I like it. The picture was taken in 1970. Doesn't that sound like a million years ago?

True Confessions

When I was about 7, I found some pulp magazines in my parents' room. One of them was True Confessions. (I found out years later, the reason my parents had them was because one of their friends had had several stories published in them so, they were not true, nor were they actual confessions.)  Two things stand out to me about those magazines: One, I thought the word "body" meant torso. So when these bodies were dumped in a ditch or found in the woods, I thought the head, legs and arms had been chopped off. I wondered why murderers always took the time to do all that horrid work.
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Two, I learned the word "lesbian." The first line of one story was, "There is a sign above my jail cell with the word Lesbian spelled out in large letters." Then the woman making this "confession" went on to say that her only crime was that she loved women. So I read that and I'm thinking, Well I love my mother and my granny. Am I a lesbian? Will I go to jail? As I read on, I realized it was not that simple. She explained that she loved women in the place of men, and it was probably a little bit graphic.
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I remember thinking that was the craziest thing I had ever heard, so of course the next time I played with my barbies, I had two of the girl barbies be lesbians. Maybe I was quietly observed by Mom, because I finally got that Ken doll I had been asking for.

The Summer of Mice

I will always think of the summer of 2012 as "The Summer of Mice." Barney just brought in his third mouse so far. The first one was paralyzed from the waist down. (I guess mice have waists.) The second mouse was dead. This third mouse, the one he brought in about 45 minutes ago, was just playing possum. I was freaked out, but thought it was dead.  I yelled at Barney and he ran back outside. I went to get the mouse and it moved. I woke up my husband and when he tried to get the mouse, it darted away. So now we have an angry traumatized mouse loose somewhere in our house. Yuck. The good news is Barney has come back inside. I hope he finds it.

In Absentia de Posti

I don't know why I haven't been posting, but I have some ideas: 1) Blogger has been really wanky and it was taking me like five steps to get to "new post." 2) Summer here is so hot you kind of have to be really still for long amounts of time or you will die. 3) Going back to Wanky Blogger, it has changed the way it does your pictures and I haven't bothered to figure it out. You know, because it's so hot. But I have been actually doing stuff.
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We went to another Texas Rangers baseball game and the beer man set down his beer tray right next to me and walked off:

Apparently this guy was not born with good instincts, because I was so excited by the ice and the beer. I said "ice" first because it was about 1000 degrees hot. I accidentally captured my foot in the photograph and you can see my latest summer cute toesies. I have white asian flowers on my big toes.

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I was really proud of myself for not grabbing that stuff. I was also pretty proud of myself for my planning. I took a cute misting bottle. I bought a water, and filled my mister and used the rest to wet a small Texas Rangers towel. It really helped to keep us cool. A fellow fan saw me and said, "Wow! That was smart!"  Besides the tray of beer, I didn't take another pic until we were leaving and looking back:

I've developed a very good habit of going out to water my flowers FIRST THING AFTER WAKING.  In past summers, I always had good intentions with my flowers but.... well I was not very consistent. In my older age wiseage, I realized that the coolest I will be all day is when I first wake up. Yeah, you're thinking after dark but that's when the mosquitoes from hell come out and when you are just one big walking nerve-ending and mosquitoes love you, after dark is not such a good idea.

And my plan has worked for both myself and my flowers. Plus I imagine I am producing much more vitamin D for myself than in summers past. My last pic is a sidewalk shadow picture:

I have randomly taken ground shadow pictures over the years and I really love them, but I've never particularly sought them out. I really should pay more attention.

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We have a road trip planned for August. I'm looking forward to visiting my daughter in Colorado. Other than that I will be trying to stay cool and hopefully I will have something to say here. I do like to chabble (chat and babble). Oh and excuse my blatant abuse of pretend foreign languages in my title. Sí?

Typicality of Men

(Before I start my post, the fires are being contained near my daughter's house in Colorado. Although she was packed and prepared, she did not have to evacuate. I'm very proud of how well she held up.)
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As to the title of this post, I think it's funny that most Americans think they are unique. You know, it's the whole, Oh, I am not a stereotypical anything! But people generally are.
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I am friends with a bunch of guys my age on facebook and I have noticed a trend. And of course I should mention that these particular guys are all around the age of 51. Well, guess what pictures they are all posting? Yep, you guessed it: sports cars. Sports cars they are rebuilding, sports cars they just bought, sports cars they admire, sports cars they are thinking of buying.
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I bet money every single one of them, as youths, laughed at middle-aged men and their sports cars. And yet...and yet, here they are doing the same exact thing. I am so glad my husband is not like that. Of course he's got a few years to go to even reach 50. And come to think of it, I'd rather he trade in his car for a flashier model than trade in his wife. But I bet he'll do neither. Fortunately, he really isn't typical.