Today when I logged on to the magical world of the Internet, I spotted this headline:
21 Things You Should Never Buy New. You know what number 10 is? Pets. You should never buy pets new. In fact, the article even says
Instead, adopt a pre-owned pet from your local animal shelter and get a new family member, fees, and vaccines at a substantially lower cost.
Pre-owned??? Who has ever heard of a “pre-owned” pet? Don’t get me wrong, my cats were both strays when I made them part of my family, but I never thought of them as pre-owned.
Maybe I should have checked to see if they’d had their oil changed and tires rotated before I took them home?
Does it count as meditation when I’m using one arm to pet the noisy and demanding cat on my lap at the same time?
Grown men who, instead of saying
I’ve heard it twice this year alone.
About a month ago I hit up Old Navy for some inexpensive and fun clothes to wear for the summer. While there, my mother convinced me to get a scarf, because they’re in. She knows this because she saw it on TV, and I don’t know this because I’m completely clueless about most things fashion. Give me a pair of jeans and tee-shirt and I’m good to go. And something green. I have a green Fossil purse and a pair of green Kangaroo sneakers. I don’t know why I’m always attracted to green clothes and accessories, but it’s been that way most of my life. Back to shopping.
I decided to get a scarf that matched a cute little dress I bought. No, I have no pictures, use your imagination. The dress is blue. Oh, hey, I found a pic of it on Old Navy’s website.
Okie Dokie, that’s the dress. I got a scarf that was whitish with some colors on it, like the blue in this dress, purple, and shockingly, green.
For some reason I never thought to actually wear these items of clothing, they just sat in my closet, wondering why I was ignoring them. I’ll tell you why: because if I wore that dress to my office I would turn into a flesh-flavored Ice Pop, and if I wore it at home I would turn into a woman wearing a cat-hair dress. However, last night I finally wore the dress and the scarf. My conclusions:
Pros of a scarf:
- No need for a necklace
- I look like I might be living in the year 2010, instead of 1995, the peak of my fashion awareness (yes, I still own a pair of Doc Martens that I bought when I was 15, and a pair I bought when I was 18. You cannot make me get rid of them)
- Something to entertain myself with when bored
- Can be used to climb out of a second story building in a pinch
- Having something tied around your neck, even a light-weight scarf, in this ridiculous heat we’re having, adds about 17 degrees to your body’s temperature
- Hard to lean forward and eat anything, especially Indian food. I had to turn the scarf around to the back while I ate dinner last night!
All in all, a successful modern fashion experience. Today, though, I’m back in jeans. Just be thankful I left the plaid flannel and Pearl Jam tee-shirt at home.
Hey, I’m blogging. Why haven’t I been blogging lately? Beats me. I guess I’m too busy sweating my butt off in my house and truck that don’t have A/C, freezing my, uh, other parts, off in my office because the thermostat in the building where I work is clearly controlled by Polar bears, and I’m lazy. And I procrastinate.
Want to know what I learned yesterday? That I can do basic algebra. Why did I, at age 30, figure that out? Because Anthony needs to take a math placement test to sign up for a math class this fall, and I was looking at a practice test he was working on and realized how little I knew, so I got a friend from high school to tutor me in the subject. Over Gchat, no less, because I’m modern like that.
It actually all came back to me as he was explaining it to me. The irony of the situation is that the friend who was teaching me was the boyfriend that prevented me from doing well in math in the first place in high school. Actually, I prevented me from doing well in math in the first place because I preferred to write seven-pages long notes (I’m not kidding) to my best friend during algebra, to talk to my boyfriend at night while I should have been studying said algebra, and I’m lazy. And I procrastinate.
Back to blogging. I even have some pictures on my camera to share on the blog! But I haven’t downloaded them yet. And Ann even took some photos of me and my eggs (that didn’t sound weird) when we went to lunch last weekend. And she sent them to me. And I still have not put them up yet. But I will.
And really, I’m not lazy. I just haven’t felt like blogging. I’ve been journaling, lifting weights regularly (!), cooking, going and and meeting with friends, and doing lots of stuff. And it’s summer. And I’d rather be fantasizing about a trip to the ocean.
Okay, I’m totally rambling, and my stomach is totally rumbling, so it’s time for some lunch.
Success at the Farmer’s Market yesterday! First I got local, free-range eggs.
I love how eggs from the Farmer’s Market don’t all look exactly the same, like they do when you buy them from the store.
I also found the green I was craving:
This is a bunch of Dinosaur kale, tied with twine. How cute and quaint!
Looks like dinosaur skin? I can’t wait to use it in smoothies and stir fries. In fact, the absolutely adorable woman who sold this stuff to me told me how to make a frittata with this stuff. She was so enthusiastic that I wanted to take her home with me so she could make me something!
On my way out one older gentleman said, “Don’t you want some broccoli or spinach to go with your eggs and kale?” Darn it, he sucked me right in! Not that I’m complaining:
I love fresh produce, it’s so pretty! He didn’t sell me on any spinach because I thought I had plenty, but I should have bought some. Oh well, I just bought a bunch of organic spinach at the store, but next week I’ll buy it locally.
I know I’m going to make a spinach Quiche for Anthony, but I don’t know exactly how I’ll use the rest of the eggs or the greens I got. Believe me, it will be eaten somehow!