More Than 100

Ok, so I did the 100 Things thing, and I actually had an easy time of it. I'm now thinking of other things I could add and am wondering if perhaps my 100 Things will morph, over time, into 122 Things, or perhaps even 147 things. Pondering my additions, I am.

The Demise of the Twist Tie

Not sure if you have noticed or not, but there is a decided lack of twist ties in the world these days. With the advent of the tie top garbage bags, not to mention Zipl0c baggies, there is little need for the good 'ol twist tie.

This comes to mind because I actually found myself in need of one, and alas, nary a one could be found. Aside from the fact that there are less and less of these things in the world, it does not help matters that I cannot keep my hands on them when I do find one. You would think me knowing they were a rare commodity would help, but nay.

I take the twist tie off of whatever I am opening, and damn if the thing doesn't pull a Houdini and disappear. I swear, I open a bag on the counter, put the tie down on the counter beside the bag and when I go to close it the damn tie has disappeared into the counter top. Same damn thing happens with me and those little bread bag closer dealies. What the hell? Is it just me?

I Am Who I Was

According to my Kindergarten teacher, this is who I was at age 5.

January
Betty is a capable, observant child - she can work on her own or with a group equally well. Her decisions are mature and logical and she expresses her ideas well, both verbally and in her art work. Coming along beautifully!

June
Betty's clear logical thinking is delightful to work with. She often has a solution to problems that come up. Her quiet manner and sense of humour have soothed troubled waters many a time - she is also learning to be firm in her place in the group and to assert her "rights". She is selecting interesting friends from both boys and girls and particularly enjoys the more individualistic personalities.

I think it is very cool that I am today, very much the person I was at age five. I like that.

The Sound of Music

I have recently rediscovered the joy of music. Our home stereo has been disconnected for quite some time (don't ask), and so aside from my vehicle I really don't listen to it anywhere. That all changed recently.

Recently on TV I keep hearing really cool songs. Song I have long forgotten about. Once I figure out what the song is I download it and eventually I have enough to burn onto a CD. Really quite cool to rediscover these tunes. Not all of them are one hit wonders, but some are obscure and not in line with my usual genres so I feel lucky to find them.

Add that to the fact I also recently received an MP3 player and it would be fair to say that there is always a tune in my head these days. I like that.

The Impossible (updated)

I am seeking the impossible. I must be, for I have searched high & low with no luck, and I am a skilled searcher. I want a pair of non-patent, black, peep toe, stacked high heels, and I'm not just talking CFM shoes, because I want to actually be able to walk in them too. Not far, mind you, but walk, nonetheless.

I don't think I am asking a lot. I can find 3 out of the 4 but not a full pull. If you have seen these impossible shoes, please let me know where.

Ok, so today I found pretty much the shoe I described above...however they were matronly. I want sexy shoes, not matronly shoes.

Off to try Kazzy's suggested site. Looks awesome!

Ok, so I found 3 pairs that I like, but still not 100% what I am after. The first two are good, and the last pair would be perfect, if they were 100% leather and 0% polka dots. Off to do some more searching.

Boobs

If you don't care to hear about boobs, then stop reading now. For the record, there will be no pictures.

Does anybody like bra shopping? Maybe some 36B chick somewhere has fun shopping for pretty little decorative items, but seriously, for me it is no fun. I have a rack that needs support, and that is not easy to find. No two fit alike, many are ugly or huge (in terms of coverage) and most are expensive. It is just not a fun time. Ranks right up there with shopping for jeans and bathing suits.

Sometimes being a girl sucks.

NaBloPoMo

Today being the last day of October means that tomorrow some folks will be doing the NaBloPoMo thing. Will I count myself among them? Oh hell no! But I will do my best to support & encourage those who do choose to self inflict.

All Hallows' Eve

Well, it is done for another year. Hallowe'en in the suburbs came and went rather quietly this year. Oh, there were still fire crackers & teenagers haunting the streets, but overall, quieter than usual. Only 33 kids this year, which is considerably down from years past. Maybe it is a dying tradition.

Things at the house were a little lower key this year too. I am just not motivated to go all out, and so there were decorations, but less.

Highlites of the night included;

- A wee vampire who hollered "Tricker Treat" at my door in lieu of knocking on it. Good thing he was loud!
- The lady who commented on the more elaborate display from year, which let me know that the effort had been appreciated, even if it took a year to find out.
- The tiny skeleton who sauntered up to the door, pop can in one had and the other outstretched, reaching for whatever I might be giving out. I could imagine his teenaged self sauntering about the streets with a beer can in one hand and the other...well, you get the idea.
- The group of good natured teenagers who I called "big trick or treaters" and who humourously corrected me by saying they were not big, just experienced. :)
- And lastly, a boy wearing an Afro wig who informed me that he was Michael Jackson, and did proceed to enthusiastically bust a move when I asked him to dance for me. Said he never could get the hang of that moon walking!

I Think I Have Lost It

Either I have already lost it or I am about to. I just do not have anger these days. It is gone. Replaced by...? Well, I am not really sure. I just know I do not have it in me to rage about the road. Passionless about it, really.

Might have to start posting about everyday life in here. Gah! The drivel that might flow if I just let my fingers go. And, now I am rhyming. Lovely.

Special Things

I recently dug out an old box of memories. I originally went looking for my high school annuals, but I found so much more.

My Mom saved some hair from my first haircut and put it in an envelope for me. My Dad did the same with the first tooth I lost. I found both of those envelopes in the box of special things.

I also found quite a few handwritten letters. These go back some 20+ years, before we used electronic means to communicate. I love that I still have them. They are indeed special things and important to save. Seeing these letters made me want to write. Something I have not done for quite some time, actually. I used to do it a lot. Mostly letters to people, but also sometime just letting the thoughts flood out of my head and onto the paper, for no one to see but me. Those letters, the last ones, contain only the truest of content. If after writing one of those you give it to someone to read you will know what it is to truly bare your soul. Powerful stuff.

In the box of special things I also found several books from my childhood; nursery rhymes & favourite stories. A joy to discover, really.

It has been an odd year and I find myself looking backward more so than forward.

Someone recently reminded me to dream. That it is what we are supposed to do. Somewhere along the way I forgot that. It was an important reminder, and I am glad to have been given it.