Just a stargazer

My tennis ball is my new best friend. It is amazing how it can fix a sore muscle. Unfortunately, it can’t fix my bicycle tire. I took a different route home yesterday, and I ran over a tack and ruined my bike tire. Blast! I depend on that bicycle.

I am going to be a camp counselor next week. Kiddies. Campfires. Singing. Playing outside.

What has gotten into me?

We used to play this game in college called “I Never…” It was usually a drinking game, but I played a clean version once as a theater game in high school where we got out of our chairs and ran across the circle instead of taking a drink.

Sometimes I think of really good I nevers, and I swear I will remember them for use in the game if I ever play it again. But I always forget them. I thought of this post just now because I’m drinking a Coke. My grandmother, in her 88 years, never drank anything out of a can. She always poured it into a glass. It’s hard to imagine. When I found this out, I asked her to try some and she refused. I guess you really can’t teach an old dog new tricks.

I’ve never driven a stick shift on the highway (but I have had nightmares about it).

What have you never done?

Does anyone know of any nice resorts to stay at in the Ozarks? Maybe one with a spa?

I have never enjoyed eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. I grew up eating a thin layer of each on a stale piece of bread that I prepared for myself from age 6 to adult. Today I tried organic peanut butter. Though it tastes more like real peanuts than its partially hydrogenated counterpart, it is no more satisfying. Why have I wasted so many lunchtimes forcing down a stale and unenjoyable meal?

I take it back, I do remember enjoying one PB&J sandwich out of the hundreds I’ve consumed. At 5 years old, Allison’s mom made me one. She cut it on the diagonal with love and fresh bread. She even cut off the crust for Allison, which never made sense to me.

There are so many decisions one has to make when one is getting married. It is ridiculous. I can see how it might be too much for someone who has great difficulty making decisions. I just give myself fewer decisions. Like cake places… I’ll just pick one or two places and order the cake from the best one… the problem is deciding which one is best.

I gave myself one week to pick out a dress; only one week to redeem every girl’s fantasy of wearing a gown that turns you into a princess. I succeeded in picking the dress by the deadline.

I just keep plugging away. I still need a florist. At least I finally have an idea of what I want as far as the flowers go.

I can see why someone might be ok with those TV and radio contests where the viewers/listeners choose the dress, the honeymoon location, even the rings! Then they don’t have to deal with making the decision… and hopefully they are happy with the outcome. Hopefully I’ll be happy with the outcome. So the invitation wording isn’t exactly perfect, but at least they’re ordered and there are no typos. So my dress doesn’t look as good as the one that cost twice as much, I’ll still look beautiful. So I found a veil that I like a little better, my veil is fine and it was only 20 bucks.

It doesn’t really matter. I’m shy of perfect. Still, my wedding day will be fantastic because of our love for each other and being able to share it with those who love us.

children’s books + lies = unicorns

Don’t forget that tomorrow is Fake Hair Friday. Be sure to wear your fake hair!

I have less than five months to buy a new bed. Of course, this should be plenty of time, except I am like Goldilocks and I want a mattress that is “just right.” I am like the Princess and the Pea, waking up black and blue whenever there is so much as a marble under the mattress. I’ve looked into some different options (and I found out my sleep number) but every time I think I’ve made up my mind, I come across conflicting information. Am I doomed to wake up in pain every morning no matter what I sleep on? No matter what the cost? I’m looking for a panacea, and I wish I could find one in my bed.

You’re cool if you know what a Bananimal is. My personal favorite is the Banocerous. My brother has two of them. We are hoping they mate.