"Your generation..."

While I was enjoying my first flight in First Class, (I know!) the RUDE woman sitting next to me asked, "Do you have the time?" I picked up my iPhone and said "3:55. So 2:55 Eastern." She thanked me as she re-set her watch and then proceeded to lecture me on how she read an article the other day that talked about how "your generation" doesn't wear watches anymore and how it's really sad.

What am I supposed to do?! I don't feel like I have the permission to appologize on behalf of "my" generation....and over not wearing a watch, afterall. I don't even remember how I responded but I do remember immediately judging her based on how she was speaking to me. It's like she knew I'd never been in First Class and knew I wasn't worthy enough of the status required to sit in that seat.

Listen here lady. I earned that seat (thank you credit card miles) and the good news is, I can tell time. With or without a watch.

Not to rub it in your face...

...but we just got home from Hawaii.

Sorry! (No I'm not.) Not much to blog about. Maybe there is, but I'm tired and not motivated.

Let me say again though, that I don't think it makes any sense to wear heels while traveling. Lots of people do it and I just don't get it.

Can anyone tell me when it became exceptable to wear leggings as pants? Pants. Like, with no long top over them. Pants. I don't get it.

Bye.

Vacuuming

So, I hate vacuuming. I realized today though that I think about a lot of random things while doing it. In the bathroom, I thought about my friends who will be tackling potty training in the next year. I cursed all the dog hair clogging my filter in the living room. In the dining room, I thought, "I hope we have hilarious kids." It was almost like therapy with myself.

Anybody else do this?

Another reason I don't like being a girl

Getting my car worked on. It's so intimidating. Even oil changes make me nervous. I feel at a disadvantage before I even go because I'm a woman. I start running lines before I go about why I don't need a new air filter or a transmission flush. I try to guess what they might throw at me so I have a defense ready. Does anyone else feel this way? I feel like if I was a man, I'd only be approached about my air filter 1 of every 4 visits instead of every time. I feel like they wouldn't try to sell me on every service because I'd know what they were talking about. On the way here, I thought to myself that when we have kids and if we have a girl, she will be required to take an auto shop class. Heck, I need to! I do know how to check my oil, but I can't change a headlight or a tire. That makes me feel vulnerable. I want to feel independent. Like, really independent.

Am I alone in this? Do men feel this way about anything?

kidish

Swings and Kites. Those are 2 things that always make me feel like a kid instantly.

props

 props (ps, that's me.)

It has been so nice the last few days. Get outside and be a kid!

wish list

 

I'd like to be in this lovely spot right now. I feel like I could do a lot of dreaming here and everything would be right with the world.

Something I hate more than jean shopping....

...is swimsuit shopping.

Ew.

I haven't purchased a swimsuit in nearly 3 years. I don't do a lot of swimming...I'm more of a sun-soaker who gets in to cool off. My life situation has changed a lot over the last 3 years. I managed to stave off the freshman 15 all four years of college....and then I got married. And got a stressful job. And I like to eat when I'm stressed. Especially those foods that are really bad for you. Fatty foods. Yummy, delicious, thousand calorie packed foods. So I gained about 10 pounds. I knew it was inevitable. No big. Then I had a seizure and I became really good friends with our couch. Close friends. Too close. So I gained another 10 pounds. And somewhere in there I was replacing muscle with fat. Ew.

All that to say, we leave for Hawaii in 2 weeks and I have no adequate swimsuit! So I went to Target today to start the search. (Shocker I chose Target, I know.) No dice. While yoga is making me feel better and is slowely building my body back to what it used to be, it won't be here in time for Hawaii.

I'm just sharing because the 99% of you readers are women and you feel my pain.