Randomness

I find myself thinking about blogging quite often. What can I ramble on about that people will actually care to read? What can I say that is of huge importance? My answer to both of these questions is...... not a whole heck of a lot. Is that going to stop me? I'm sorry to say, it's not.

Let us......**deep breath**.......BEGIN.

Last night I was so excited to see that the "MATRIX REVOLUTION" movie was on TV. When I watched the first "Matrix" movie, I was in awe at how "cool" it was. I talked about that movie to everyone and anyone that would listen. Well as I tried to better myself, I banned all rated "R" movies from my life. It was pretty crappy at first, as the "Matrix" #2 and #3 came out. Did I give in to temptation? I am proud to say....yep! No just kidding....I didn't. Well last night I thought "Wah hoo. Now I FINALLY get to watch this Matrix sequel."

Hmmmm....lets just say, Keanu Reaves really should be called Keanooooooooooooo! My favorite line in that movie? Let's set the scene. Keanooooooo (oops I mean Neo.....or NOOOOOO for you non-fans) just battled Mr Smith in his ship just before Him and Trinity took off to battle those darn machines when he was horrifically blinded. Okay first off....both his eyes were magically scabbed over right off the bat and....wait! He could still see Mr Smith! Oh hooray. So he pummels Mr Smith in the head, finds Trinity again and you know what his line was? You know what it was? "You're going to have to drive." Yes folks......***shaking head***......"You're going to have to drive." But you have to say it like Keanooooo. Very breathy and you need to think "duhhhhh" as you say it.

The ending of that show bothered me as well. I won't go into THAT as it might be a tad long. But thinking of crappy lines, I got to thinking of the book "Angels and Demons". Anyone read that? You'll have to forgive me because it's been so long since I've read it, but the main character and his woman sidekick are trying to get into a secured room when they look down and see an eyeball. Yes, **gasp** a human eyeball that had been cut out of someones head. Guess what the next line was. Something like "she would recognize that color of hazel anywhere." COME ON!!!

Okay that will now end my rant. I was just bothered that I invested my time and attention to that lovely movie last night. Aw well. I will now know not to watch the other Matrix movie that I haven't seen yet. I will stand by my first statement though - the first Matrix movie is still cool.


What else.....



So my mind has been wandering lately. Maybe it's sleep deprivation, maybe it's just that I have a busy head. Regardless of the reason, as I drag my tired behind through my day I think of things that I used to take for granted. Things like.....


1. a skinny "pre-marriage, pre-children, high school" body.


We read a book in our book club that is called "I feel bad about my neck". The author says that if she would have realized at age 20 what her body would look like at age 40, she would have worn a bikini every day of her life. **sigh** I'm not 40 yet, but I long for the days of tight abs and being able to jog without feeling my body behind me struggling to keep up!


2. driving.


When I first got my license I thought to myself, "man, I am NEVER going to get tired of driving a car." The windows down, the music loud, my long, silky hair blowing in the wind... oh wait - I didn't have long hair. Scratch that last one. My car was my pride. It was clean. It was a 1986 Toyota Corolla stick shift. Maroon. Aaahh the memories. What happened you ask? 15 years, and 4 kids later.....driving stinks! I have 4, yes 4 carseats in my car. It takes military precision to get all 4 kids in the car at once, making sure that one of them is not running AROUND the car instead of jumping inside it. Sometimes in the grocery store parking lot I am aware of stares around me. I can hear their brains thinking, "man, that is a lot of kids."


Let's progress to the actual act of driving. On a single trip I can guarantee either: a) a total meltdown from ONE or MORE of the children, or b) a total meltdown from me. What triggers these said meltdowns you ask? Well Grace will lose a flip flop. I will then hear, "Mom, my flip flop fell off!" I will then begin to repeat over and over and over again, "Grace we'll get it when we get there." Does that help? The ear piercing scream in the backseat says no. Crede will drop his matchbox car and the same scenario will begin. I really would like to get a partition installed in my Explorer...you know...like limo drivers have. I can just roll up the partition and....**ahh** total silence. The only evidence that there is a problem in the back? Their beat red faces screaming at the top of their lungs. I can then turn my "cool" music loud, roll my window down and let my long silky hair blow in the wind....er...my mid-length, color damaged, gray tinged hair blow in the wind.


3. fashion.

When did happen that I can't figure out how to dress? Could it be that I've turned into a bargain betty? Is it because I don't just go to the mall to "walk around" anymore? Is it because I do 90% of my shopping online now?

Here's my fear. Okay all you early 1990 fans out there, do you remember those sunglasses that were "cool" around this time? They were black, a soft plastic, and the ear stems were any shade of fluorescent. If you were lucky one stem would be...say...pink, and the other side would be green. NICE. Don't forget the all-important "fanny pack" either. Now. Will I be one of "those" that sports the fluorescent sunglasses and fanny pack at age 65 thinking this is a "good choice"?

Well that's about it for the moment. I will now try to enjoy the times in life that I am taking for granted. My little kids with easy problems to fix (usually with a band-aid and a kiss), my comfy home that's not huge but fits my family just right, and all of my family's health to name a few. We'll catch ya' again soon.