Floating Thoughts

Don't usually like to do these kind of posts but couldn't resist.

Enjoyed the spring weather this weekend but hate the fact I have to go shopping for new clothes. Went to the mall, and they have nothing! Of course, it is Post Oak Mall.

Warm weather and sun makes me want to listen to
country music.

I like some country music, but feel stereotyped every time I listen to it now. Why? Because two of my African American clients have recently said, "Hey, you're white. What kind of music do you listen to, country?"

I'm not rejoicing as much as everyone else is about this sudden warmth. I loved the winter this year because it was extra cold. I liked wearing cozy sweaters and scarves and boots. I am positively dreading the summer heat!! Perhaps time to move.

Wonder what's the point of working this week: all my kids are on vacation! Shouldn't I be too? I really need a vacation. Badly.

I will really, really enjoy College Station minus college students this week. I will own the road.

Both my hip and my back started hurting this weekend. Then, I discovered a grey hair at my temple. Should I file for social security now?

My sister wanted to save a turtle from getting run over in the road. Instead of hiding in it's shell, it started chasing her and trying to bite her toes.

I'm reading a good book right now: Blink. Makes me think a lot. Which is not always best before bed. Weird dreams.

I want to know why dieting is so hard. I'm beginning attempt #100.
I've lost count. Up to this point, I've been convinced that my job
is so emotionally stressful that it makes dieting impossible .
Sound like a cop out? Well, I now have real proof that
my job sabotages my dieting efforts: My boss told us that
we had to have an emergency meeting over our lunch break.
I had plans to go have a nice salad with someone.
Guess what my boss ordered in? Pizza. I was starving.
Sabotaged? I think so. In fact, it's a conspiracy.
No one wants me to be thinner than they are. Selfish.

I wonder where I will end up next year. For whatever reason, the suspense isn't killing me anymore. I'm thankful for that.

Probably enough randomness for one night. Hopefully for a good, long while.