Busy Day In My Mind

Yesterday, as a sort of experiment, I jotted down my ideas and thoughts as often as I could, keeping track of the thoughts that run - race - or creep -through my mind. Here's a smattering of the highlights:



I'm heading to get a haircut - do I keep growing it out, or are bangs returning to my "look"? And I wonder if while I'm there I can get in a quick wax.... on my chin, which now is the home of wire-like hairs. After watching Oprah yesterday, I can tell everyone I'm in peri-menopause and facial hair is normal.



Listening to AM radio and Glenn Beck, I wonder how the Founding Fathers of our country would deal with the economy today. And if they would advise calling for a state of emergency to get money to pay for the over-the-top, extravagant inauguration ceremony on next Tuesday? Imagine you are on the verge of being homeless, have been laid off and need a few dollars to get you through. How do you feel about such waste of money?



The newest way to get on tv: send 14,000 text messages and have your dad blow a gasket at the $3000.00 phone bill. Then let FOX news reward you for irresponsible texting by putting you on their show. And you "tee hee hee" each time someone asks you about it. I want to barf.....



In the hometown of Jean Sheppard who wrote A Christmas Story, a 4th grader was given the "double dog dare" and yes, put his tongue on a flagpole. Never mind it's about 4 degrees..... and yes, it stuck. This kid was able to pull himself free just before the fire department arrived. I'll bet he has trouble enjoying dinner.

Earlier this morning, I picked up my laptop from the repair shop - Geek Street on Broadway. They are a combo of snowboarders and hippies. but are friendly and fun. I've decided to take my pc to them to figure out how to get the hard drive contents where I can access it. The cd-rom has never worked to copy files to a disc, and all of Erica's photos from birth to Christmas 2005 are on the hard drive. After three geeks traded ideas on how to attack the problem, the discussion turned to the words to the song about the Red Baron (the hippie guy, Gene, called it the Snoopy song, which he then went to the internet to find it - and did - the song was in my head all day!). The whole bunch are like preschoolers - no attention span at all, and as soon as the UPS man came in, they started demonstrating the latest in "handshakes", you know, like the fist, forearm, high five combo. I think they were showing off a little since I'm sure not many women actually sit down and observe all this..... Finally I realized that they weren't going to actually work on my pc right then.... what was I thinking? and so I made my exit.

Sometimes I think that I have boring days while Mark is at work and Erica in school. But my mind, well, it works on keeping away the boredom.