Weird

Strange things have been happening today--for example--

Have you people seen that commercial for Ladders.com, which I gather is an employment service for $100K and up jobs? There are a few commercials, but the one I am talking about, I just saw it for the first time ever--it is a big Godzilla like thing wreaking havoc and a bunch of little Godzillas that cannot get anything done. When the little ones try to pick up the car, they are not even as tall as the tires, and they fall down. They throw fireballs and they never go far enough. Barry made some crack about the poor little Godzillas and I almost cried.

For real. That sort of thing sets me off. I am actually sitting in this chair feeling terrible about pretend little Godzillas. I don't even know if they are supposed to be baby Godzillas, or just little inept ones. What ever they are, I am completely bummed out. I am hoping there is no good reason for me to be this sad, like I think I might be a little Godzilla---and I do not think there is a reason for it, as I am most definitely a big Godzilla. It is odd the things that can get to me though.

Other weird thing--only two people were in spinning class. The other lady I do not know, but I think she called me ignorant--and she meant it in the technical sense. And while I might be ignorant about a lot of things, the topic we were talking about was my specialty. I would like to know just who in the sweet hell she thinks she is. I may ask her if she makes the mistake of coming back. I got madder and madder as the class went along, but did not trust myself to talk- and the next thing you know, my class had ended and I had pedaled 22.5 extra minutes into the next class! Maybe pissed is good for my fatness. If she shows up tomorrow and tries to advise me re my lack of knowledge about the criminal process, I intend to do a full 60 minutes of spinning.

Weird other thing--this was not today, but this week--my other best friend from college called me --she is preparing for the bar exam this month. She claimed to be calling to tell me that she is going to slit her wrists over this. I told her not to do it right yet, as my good shoes were in my suitcase which was still lost and I would have to come to services in my Crocs. She said she did not care. And really I am sure she does not.

She is amazing--has two kids and a husband, works full time in a busy law firm and has gone to law school at nite--and is finally done. I have been thinking about her a lot lately, as we rarely have time to talk with her doing all that and me sleeping all the time. While she claimed to be calling to tell me something funny, the bottom line is that she was telling me that she appears to have a brain tumor. A friggin brain tumor. If it is not a real tumor, it might be the start of MS. Holy mother. They are going to re-check her in 3 months, which seems an odd way to behave, but I guess they know more about it than I do and she is okay with it. And because it us having this odd conversation, we cackled hysterically through the entire conversation, which definitely qualifies as strange.

Other than these odd observations, I have very little to offer, other than that I binged on three granola bars today for no good reason. That I think that is bad suggests to me that I am really changing during this process. I also had to wash my dogs feet tonite in the shower--do you have any idea how hard that is to do when she refuses to get in it? And of course, first she jumped on my white down comforter covered in mud. Why Simba is so filthy when the others are so clean, I have no idea--they were all out in the same monsoon.

I will leave you with this thought--this weekend is Slater's parade and he needs a costume. Last year, he wore a green purple and yellow jester hat and a green and purple feather boa, and of course some beads. He was lovely, but he needs to top that with something really good. I need suggestions people!