What the hell?

Do I ever feel as though everyone else is moving on with their lives?

Heck yes. I stop. Think about. Frown a bit.

But when I turn to Bravo and see someone who's nearly died trying to piece the most minute of activities together, I remember that everything is relative.

• I appreciate how much opportunity we have - here - to voice our opinion. In public.
  
• The endless places I can visit at will. (Cash not withstanding:)
  
• The pudge that annoys me whenever I try clothing on. Come on, let's face it, I'm not exactly ever going to be in the position of starving am I? My stomach will only be concave due to effort I put forth. And goddamn it, our free market has provided a sufficient number of experts to resolve the matter for me. (Why should I take any responsibility? That's right - because Oprah and Dr. Phil are here to fix it. But I think I need Tivo first.)
  
• The addiction my mother has to Claritin. OTC drugs are not exclusively for the use of the extremely wealthy. (Just elective surgery, deductibles, oh, and, insurance.)
  
• Not having enough closet space. Ok, so a phenomena encountered first as a freshman, and later as a novice to NYC. Being underwhelmed by my choice of clothing will not kill me. Cold and warmth only become uncomfortable when I choose poorly in the morning, forgetting to tune in to the ever present Weather Channel or leaving an umbrella on a subway. And as you know, I have more than one pair of shoes.
  
• There are at least 6 shampoo products in my shower.

The sun was shining today and I have to say Spring makes everything brighter. Even if the complete moron at our local discount store treated my mere indifferently. They don't know how difficult and persistent I can be when irked. (Although not a witness: crowded store, obstacle, sprawled mom. Jerk of a wanna be manager. Phone call to HQ. And tomorrow we begin to accept any and all contributions to medical expenses. Hell yes. And then some. I am so annoyed about it my face bunches up when i talk about it. Thankfully the fall was fairly self contained, and only bruising is evident. Oh, that the women in my family are tougher than nails and have apparently digested sufficient amounts of calcium to prevent breakage.)

I need a pedicure.

I want a facial.

I can't wait to go swimming.

The tulips are growing.

And I really need a trim.

So what if I'm a late bloomer? I'm methodical, fairly amusing, and I have utter faith that my circle of connections in life exist for a reason. Knowing how completely short i can be I feel like some of you forget that it's ok for each of us to differ. (Ha ha. Go ahead and laugh at my unintended height pun.) If we were all the same we'd probably be accountants. Alright perhaps not something so dire. But conversation might not be as interesting - would it?

And yes, I talk in code half the time here. I don't like trust the open nature of a blog. But if you know me, we meet up once in a while and catch up. If you don't know me - well - um - check out the soap channel. And I have to ask Trisha for the god awful string of soap titles that made me groan the other day. Thank goodness for laughter.

Alright. Bed calling. Busy day of enjoying the sunshine planned for tomorrow...along with weeding, but if I was watching the Martha videos correctly my entire project should be completed in 30 minutes - not forgetting the minimum 5 breaks for commercials. Um, naps. Ok now I'm dreaming.

posted by irene @ 4/15/2003 12:53:00 AM