Random Blog

I have a lot on my mind. It's kinda swirly right now. This is one of those show my good and bad side blogs. I'm pretty good at that. I am a Gemini, you know. It doesn't help I have a headache. It just gets better and better, doesn't it? Some of this probably belongs on my other blog, but I don't necessarily want it all over Facebook.

• The big girl listens to Pandora. I listen to I Heart Radio. Are you supposed to designate the names of apps like the names of books, with italics or quotation marks? Sorry, I digress. She has a new favorite band and I am so glad it's Relient K. I like them, too, but I don't know nearly the amount of their songs that she does. She also like Karmin. I do, too, but again, there's that her knowing more about the "current" music than I do. And that makes me a little nervous. Usually, when I'm on IHR, I'm listening to Air 1 Radio, which is contemporary Christian. So, tonight I'm on Pandora. One of the things I remember I don't like about Pandora is that you really can't fast forward. I mean, you can, but then you have to sit through the ads. Who wants that? I know there are ads anyway, but still, let me get to something I like. I am on the Karmin channel trying to get "caught up". I was just listening to Katy Perry and I couldn't fast forward. But then, Pandora redeemed itself by playing Neon Trees Everybody's Talking. The bad with the good. Except, you can't always control the language that shows up in some of the songs. You would think it wouldn't bother me that much, but it really does. Which is hypocritical because I have Niki Minaj's Starships. It's the edited version, but you know what she's saying. Ach!! On a bright note, Relient K is her favorite band. Small things, right. I may ban her from Pandora. Or not. 
• I have been blocked from my nephew's Facebook page. I can see the basic info, like if you're not friends. I have no idea what I did or said for that to happen. I haven't said anything bad about either of his parents, nor would I. Not on Facebook anyway. I try not to feed the monster on that social beast. I think he unfriended me. That is the son of the divorcing parents. Ouch, says my ego. Another part of me says it is one more thing I do not need to worry about. I can't change it right now, but hopefully, I'll get the chance in the future. 
• I have a favorite pair of shorts. They are a size too big, but they are so comfy, I will not give them up. I like where they sit on my hips. I wear it with a maroon t-shirt I have. I like the way it hugs my curves. Makes me feel sexy. Hubby likes it, too. Really, there isn't much better than that. We went to run some errands and I threw on my white wedges because my tan is kicking and those things make my short legs miles long. A little braggy, aren't I? Sorry. It feels pretty good. Anyway, we stopped to get gas. We belong to a program run by a local grocery chain that gives you money off the price of a gas when you spend money at their store. I forgot the card when we got out of the van. So I lean into the van just a little more than I had to because hubby was there. I really did have problems finding the card. When I stood up, the lady in the SUV at the next pump was looking at me and smiling. She'd been staring at my ass. And I'll take that every day because I am not proud. I am just glad someone enjoyed the view. 
• I am sad the Olympics are over. I look forward to that every two years. At first I was upset when they changed from every four years, same year for both Olympics, to the way it is now. But I get to watch Olympics sooner, so it's not too bad. I like the wallpaper going around that is a picture of Gabby Douglas wearing her gold medal. The caption says "16 and an Olympian, not 16 and pregnant". Yes! I can only hope that this is a turn around for many people. It would be great to see kids with a sense of self esteem. I think reality TV is an abomination. There is no such thing as reality TV. None of that stuff is real. But then again, nothing is what it used to be. I hope the Olympians inspired people to go out and be their best. Work hard and you can achieve great things. That's what we're trying to teach our kids. 

 And on that note, I am going to take some more stuff for my headache, then go stand in a hot, hot shower for hours. OK, more like 10 minutes or so. And I want a sandwich. Peace out!