sweatin to the oldies

For the record: I put a lot of thought into the titles of my entries.  So this summer my husband and I have yet to turn on our AC unit.  This decision is partially for the saving of money and probably for the sense of pride my husband and I get when we tell people.  I don't know what we would do without otter pops.  I anticipate us turning it on sometime in July, but since we both have a healthy amnount of pride I can see us sticking out all summer.  The other thing I feel the need to share is how on 94.5 (the oldies station) they are playing Duran Duran.  Although I was younger when they were most popular, I do not feel they should be classified as oldies.  Classics, yes, but not old.  Well I'm off to eat dinner because I'm Hungry Like a Wolf"

signs and stars

Yesterday I saw I sign that said "you have the right to smile, you have the right to frown"  I kind of love this.  I agree that joy and happiness should not be regulated, and that sad emotions deserve attention as well.  It is not fair when people think they can only express the happy feelings.  Although sadness is not where I want to live, it is an emotion that can offer relief when it is finally expressed and set free.

Today as the lightrail passed over the Tempe Town Lake the sun made the water twinkle.  I wrote a poem:                   
                                           Stars on the water, sparkling
                They each get a moment to shine as the sun hits them individually
                                        Stars could show their light all day
                but only with that perfect morning beam will they let me make my wish

another lightrail story

I'm thinking about changing the title of the blog to something like "adventures on the lightrail."  Today as I was heading home I sat behind a man who was sleeping.  Then I smelled some kind of spicy food.  It was almost a Mexican food spicy, but kind of a spicy meat smell like a salami.  I like food smells so I breathed in deeply.  I looked around to see where the food was but did not see any.  Then I realized the smell was emanating from the sleeping man.  He had a small bag sitting next to him and I could only hope that there was food in it.  I felt kind of gross because I had been enjoying the smell up to that point.  At this point I had a choice: I could choose to believe it was food, or I could give up Mexican food for life.  The story does have a happy ending.  The man pulled out a calzone and started eating.  I choose to believe all the smell was coming from his lunch.

cleaning house

For the record, it is amazes me how cleaning can really give me insight into my life.  As I look for my lost keys I discover how even a little apartment like ours can hide things.  I figured having a small place would make things easier to locate, but the size of the apartment kind of just mocks me when I still can't find things.  Cleaning also brings to light the vast amount of clothing I own.  I don't think I even wear them all (many of them being winter clothes...I do love sweaters).  So I am cleaning out and giving away lots of things I forgot I owned to begin with.  My goal is to have the house clean and smelling nice before my handsome hubby gets home form work.

wit out da drama

So as I was riding the lightrail and a woman asked if she could use my phone.  Being a believer in Karma I let her.  She called someone and left a message.  A little bit later I got a text from a number I did not recognize.  The texter basically broke of with this women (calling her Danielle).  I felt some kind of responsibility to let him know she would not be getting that message.  I texted him back and told him it was not her phone and she just used mine on the lightrail.  Then he was like "ok well next time u c her tell her I need a grl wit out da drama"  I texted back and said "I really don't know her, I promise, she just  used my phone."  I closed by wishing him luck finding his drama free woman.  He thanked me and I just hope eventually Danielle gets the message.

ghost whisperer

As my school does not start until tomorrow I am getting my fill of Ghost Whisperer.  It is funny how when the ghosts talk to the whisper lady and then she relays the message she changes what is said.  The ghost says something like "tell them to forgive eachother" then ghost whisperer says "she wants you guys to move on and live a full life"  I suppose the sentiment is similar but I would be pretty irritated if I wanted something specific to be told my loved ones but the middle man was rephrasing everything.  I am kind of a wimp because this show does scare me somewhat.  It is about the scarriest I go ha ha.

Doomsday

I am quite excited the the world did not end yesterday at 6.  I would have been terribly upset if I missed my birthday by 3 days.  I was hoping this morning to find some tv news station covering the aftermath of the lack of catastrophe, but Sunday morning still only offered me programs to help me find the inner power to get rich.  I am not opposed to getting rich, but Jesse in general does not like when I watch infomercials because I love them too much. Someday when I do have a larger budget for squandering I will finally be able to get that exercise machine that helped that woman fit into her perfect wedding dress.