ammogirl

How affected was I by the absolutely fabulous weather today?  The blue sky and sunshine and warm…ish temperatures?  The general feel of Spring in the air? 

Wellio!  As I was walking outside earlier today (sans coat - it really is nice out!) I stopped for a moment, to let the sun warm my face and soak into my brain.  I was reallllly enjoying that sun.  "ahh…sun" thought I, and "I love you so…please stay" and "sun really makes me so very happy" when I was pulled out of my reverie by a loud honk.  A really loud honk, filled with anger and irritation.

You guys, I had stopped, not to enjoy the nice day, but at the crosswalk to cross the street…and forgot all about doing it.  There I was, at the edge, with cars backed up on EITHER SIDE of the crosswalk, and I was just STANDING there.  Hi, I’m a dipshit.  So I quickly gave a little wave and a "ha ha" and made my way to the other side.  Nobody waved back.  Or echoed my "ha ha", as far as I could tell.

And THAT is how much the sun affects me.  I was wondering what the deal was with my mood was lately.  What makes it even better is that today, this first day of fabulous weather in absolutely forever (or at least since I got to Germany so it’s been a really long time) was the day I booked an Adventure! for John and I to a Sunny Place with Lots of Water.  Needless to say, current sun + future sun = fabulously happy moods all around, so. 

Is this disjointed?  I think it is, a bit…and quite short, but unfortunately I really must run.  Work.  Bleh.

Tschuss!!!

Don’t you hate it when you are grocery shopping and you keep running into the same person in every aisle?  Like, either it’s someone you know, and you say "Hiiii!" in the front of the store, because you really like them a lot, but you know, you’re there for groceries, not small talk, so you move along, right?  But then that person is going exactly the opposite direction that you are, so that every single aisle you have to say "ha ha - there you are again!"  or "heyyy…are you stalking me? ha ha" or "wow…you must really like prunes.  ha ha"  until finally you find yourself averting your eyes and pretending to be studying the sliced beets on the shelf until they go by because you just are Over It, Right Now.

Or, it’s someone you DON’T know, but you manage to be shopping in tandem, and at one point are standing there mulling over whether the Rosarita refried beans would be better than the El Paso, and if so, should you get the green chile and lime or the vegetarian, when your shopping siamese twin reaches across you to grab the El Paso non-fats, and then you are all "oh gosh, I’m so sorry!" and again with the small talk "mmm, El Paso non-fats are the BEST!" and then you are totally screwed, because you can’t just grab the same exact item, because then it looks like you are a little stalkerish (I don’t know what to get…which one, which one…I’m panicking…ohhhh!  I’ll get those SAME EXACT ONES TOO!) so you just forget the refried beans altogether.

Or, how about when you get two gabby gabsters who obviously don’t feel the same way about small talk as you do and stop in the middle of the aisle, catty-cornering their carts, so you find yourself saying "excuse me.  Excuse Me.  EXCUSE ME" and them going "ohhh.  SORRR-REEEY." and moving their cart 1/2 inch in the wrong direction and NOW you’re just irritated because you tried really hard to be polite and you just push your way through which earns you Whispered Words of Doom accompanied by the Glare of Death, which, hi, this is not a coffee shop.  So.

Um…what did YOU do today?  Me?  Oh, you know…nothing.

Tschuss!!

So, Lindsey and her friend went to Bitburg yesterday to compete at the district level in the annual National History Day competition…and they placed!  They came in second, which earns them a slot at the state level in Heidelberg next month.  Yeah…I’m pretty proud of her, hormones and all.

Does anyone specialize in dream interpretation?  Because I had one last night that wasn’t really outstanding in terms of scariness or anything, but for some reason woke me up in a cold sweat and seriously imprinted itself in my brain so much that I can remember the whole thing still.  It involved boats and canals and tornadoes and dead people and locked gates and tell me:  are you one of those people who never remembers dreams, or one who does?  Because my whole life, I have had very, very vivid dreams, and the more standout-ish ones I can still describe in minute detail.  Which, let me add, caused me no small amount of hassle from my family, who probably STILL don’t believe I’m not making them up.  Anyway.  I dream big, and I dream in color, and I dream pretty much every night. I’m assuming it’s because I spent so much time a) reading and b) by myself when I was young, which forced me to spend a lot of time in my head with my imagination…does that sound weird?  Anyway, my point is, I have really bizarre dreams, and I’d love to know what they mean.  Besides that I’m bizarre.

I went back to the doctor for my back the other day, and guess what!  They still have no clue!  And they are still focusing on my stupid hip, even though I keep telling them that my hip is not the damn problem, it’s my back, but they don’t care!  I tell them that my back hurts and they say great!  Have a hip x-ray!  I tell them it still hurts and they say great!  Have some Mobic for your hip!  I tell them hi, my back still hurts and they say great!  Go to physical therapy for your hip!  And then!  I tell them that after spending an hour on my feet one day during the UK inspection, I sat down and my back simply locked up and I couldn’t move AT ALL, and they say….GREAT!  We’re prescribing MORE drugs for you to take for your hip! 

You guys!   They are so crazy!  I swear to god!  It’s like one of those shows where they are brainwashing someone into thinking they are insane.  Like the word "back" does not even exist.  Seriously.  One day I’m going to open up a book and find that every place that used to say "back" is whited out and the word "hip" is penciled in.  And then I’ll start questioning myself, and then.  THEN you will come to my site and find a whole entry consisting of the word "hip" written over and over and over.

You know, they WERE trying to get me take Percoset.  See?  They’re drugging me to increase confusion.  I knew it.

Tschuss!!