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.
I want.
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?
I understand that it is a difficult vocation to profit by, but that new opportunities are everywhere. Good luck.
Goggles in the shower?!? We must have pictures! (Not nekkid pictures. Just goggled ones.)
Yup. Goggles. I look hella sexay.
License to Drive, as shitty as it is, has a wonderful sight-gag where a drunk driver accidentally makes off with their car. They get in a cab or something and give chase. When they pull up next to him, the drunk guy is cutting limes on the dashboard for cocktails. Priceless.
I didn’t get that far. We shut it off when the cops found Heather Graham in the trunk of the car.
I feel like this is my cue, where I should list off the great teen comedies of the present but my mind is like a windswept desert. I mean, Can’t Hardly Wait was the big one when I was a teen in the 90s. Expanding out a bit more into drama, West of Pluto is an interesting high school film, saw that at a festival. Maybe the High School Musical series, they are passable. Juno perhaps. Saved! is a pretty good one, as is Easy A. Show Me Love is another from the late-90s that might qualify. Not much that has that true Hughes touch though unless you count American Teen which is a very good documentary directly playing on the Hughes archetypes. I think I’ve aged out of caring about most comedies aimed at teens.
Of course that was your cue:)
I saw Saved (which I thought was fantastic), Juno, and Easy A. I suppose I didn’t really think of the first two as teeny bopper-type movies, though I guess they are.
Heh, not teeny-bopper films but high school adjacent.
A candy wrapper in cleavage? That would totally happen to me. Thank goodness my boobs aren’t bigger.
Speaking of…I posted your bra pic yesterday. Sorry it took so long. I’m planning my own pic, too. =)
Well, it would make a good pop tart pocket.
Yeah, my boobs act as a shelf for food that I drop all the damn time. I guess it saved my pants from stains, but my poor shirts!
Is License to Drive the one with the Coreys? Or am I thinking of another movie. If so, I saw that in the theater when I was a teen. I just loved me some Corey Haim (sniff). Feldman was creepy, though.
If that is not the movie you are speaking of, kindly disregard all above statements about Coreys. Thank you.
Yes indeedy, I am talking about the Coreys!! My fave was Dream a Little Dream.
To this day, I LOVE that movie!! I love everything about it….the music, the crazy premise, the body switching, the Coreys. Everything!
Oh man, now I have to watch that movie. It is one of the only 80′s movies I don’t own. Hmmm, gotta find it somewhere.
I re-watched it about a year ago, still a fun flick!
I sympathize with that woman. I very recently found a roll of dog poop bags in my cleavage. I forgot that I put it there when I didn’t have pockets and needed to, well, pick up dog poop…and walked around like that for about an hour. It was excellent. And by “excellent” I mean pretty mortifying. Luckily they were pretty tucked in…so maybe no one noticed.
Congrats on cutting the cord! I quit my full-time gig just over a year ago and I am SO GLAD. Sounds like you’re in the same (happy) place.
If I had enough boobage to tuck doggy bags in there, I would totally do it. I’m always trying to juggle bags, keys, and leashes when I walk my dogs because I never have pockets. If I had a little nature’s pocket, then you best believe I’d make use of it.