For no apparent reason I am having one of those days where I just cannot get my shit together. I think it’s because I’m feeling better. So now, rather than obsessing about my eyeballs, I’m fixated over the fact that I can’t get them wet. For the past week I’ve had to wear goggles in the shower, and I am not happy about it. Today, however, I decided it wouldn’t be so bad if I could wear floaties at the same time. At least then I’d feel like I was on vacation. Anyway, since I have such important matters on my mind, like floaties, rather than finishing one of the lovely posts I started today, you get a random assortment of crap. Lucky you.
A couple days ago my husband and I wandered into a vintage store that opened recently to take a gander. The sales woman at the front was on the phone, gossiping away, and never once acknowledged our presence. It’s entirely possible I could have walked out with an armful of crappy used clothing and she wouldn’t have noticed. Fine, whatever, no biggie. My husband found an old western shirt in his size, and when we walked to the front to pay she told her friend she’d call back. Now, you guys know I am captivated by large tatas, but it isn’t like I’m a dude, I don’t eyeball them in public. However, this woman had a candy wrapper stuck in her cleavage. How could I not look? How could I possibly avoid staring at the snack sized Milky Way wrapper stuck between her boobs? She, by the way, didn’t seem the slightest bit offended. Nope. She looked down and casually plucked the trash from her chest, and then tossed it on the floor. Having no cleavage with which to lose anything in, I found the whole scene incredibly interesting.
In other news, yesterday I cut the final string that tied me to my old life. Those of you that have been reading this blog a while know I left my job in the Wondrous World of Human Resources to pursue a career in writing. It was one of the best decisions I ever made.
I have moments of doubt. For the longest I perused the job websites, and occasionally applied for jobs. I went on a few interviews, turned down a couple things. Basically I tried to keep a toe in both worlds, not because I wanted to, but out of fear. I felt like I needed a backup plan. Slowly that ceased, but still I held on to one thing – my professional wardrobe. For a year I’ve said I should donate my work clothes to a woman’s shelter. Instead, I’ve held on to everything, just in case. Yesterday I cut the cord, and gave all my slacks and suits and blazers and whatnot away. Hell yeah.
And finally, who lives in Milwaukee? And can I crash with you?
I had no idea there was a Harley Davidson Museum. I mean, it isn’t surprising, and makes more sense than, say, the Burlingame Museum of Pez Memorabilia. Anyway, I’ve never had any reason to visit Wisconsin, but I do now. The Worn to Be Wild exhibit starts this weekend, where more than 50 bad ass leather jackets will be on display.
Oh, one more thing. I have watched more movies than I care to count lately, including 80s movies. Pretty in Pink held up fairly well. License to Drive? Not so much. Do they still make movies like that? Or is it all Twilight and Step Up?