Some Random Thoughts

If I could be married to Tim, "The Toolman" Taylor right now, I would. I know it is a busy week at work for Leo but let's face it, I could have made that statement a week ago when his boss wasn't in town. I want to be able to say, "This is broken" and have him jump up and fix it or attempt to fix it. I want to be able to say, "I feel like I am going crazy but when you aren't home, I keep hearing ----" and have him check it out and put my mind at ease. I want him to rise to the challenge of the broken things around this house. I recently read a post on another blog that was titled "My Husband is an ***hole" so I feel pretty okay with making a small dig here. From reading it, I saw that clearly the woman loves her husband and he ended up being one because he surprised her by being okay with something that she thought he'd flip out over so she looked like the bad guy. I'd give the link but I can't find it right now. What I really want is to not hate this house.

I don't know if this is odd because I am a woman but I really dislike self-maintenance stuff. I don't like getting my eyebrows waxed and I don't like getting my hair dyed, cut or styled. I'm trying to remember if I've always been like this or if this is new. I just don't want to take the time to do it. It's a whole chunk of time that I'd rather be doing something else. Maybe it's because waxing hurts and the dye for my hair itches. I don't know. I don't like the look of bushy eyebrows or gray hair on myself so I have no choice but I don't like it. I don't mind a mani/pedi or a massage but those are luxuries and if I don't do them, no one will notice. People notice outgrown roots and wayward eyebrows.

Money might not be the answer to my problems but it would pay for several escapes from them or help me forget them for awhile.

I wish there was a way to turn my brain off for awhile. Maybe that is why there is wine and that I don't drink enough of it.

Why is it that when you go to lunch or dinner with a friend you haven't seen in a long time, all you can think about is how happy you are and how you really need to do it more often and then you don't?

People keep talking about these endorphins they get from exercising. Maybe I'm doing it wrong because I am not getting it.

I do, however, get them from pressing the enter key on a website that says, "Confirm Order."

I already feel the pressure to pin more things on Pinterest because my boards look sad.