Random thoughts on a Friday

I haven't blogged much lately. I suspect that I haven't been able to muster the energy to put together a complete thought, much less put several thoughts into a post. I just haven't been myself lately and for some of you that may be a blessing, for others it may have been pure utter heck.

However, it seems I am coming back around again.

Having put a stressful work week behind me, the fact that I am no longer cursing the pharmaceutical industry, finally finding a little time to knit, putting a little perspective on things, knowing that for at least 9 minutes last night my floors were cleaned and maybe that Diet Dr. Pepper this morning have lulled me back to reality and closer to my real self.

That doesn't mean this won't still be random, 'cause I think that random is closer to my real self. A little bit of this and a little bit of that. That just might be me.

So, here goes:
-Aaaaah, Hope, aren't you the sweetest and you rock! Thanks for the nomination.

And to continue passing the kudos, I nominate:

Emily

Madretz

Phinner

Kissed Knitter

NanaNanaBoBanna

-I have acquired a little time off that I need to use, so I am going taking a bit of it this afternoon to clear my mind. I am hitting the road for a very, very short roadtrip; complete with peach tea, Patty Griffin and maybe my little car.

-Babies, babies everywhere. As you know, I am an aunt again and this morning I spoke to my niece about the prospect of a baby brother, all she could do was say his name over and over again, as if trying to make it real to herself. I told her she'd be a great big sister and that her baby brother was going to love her a lot. And that's true, but I should have told her, "It's going to be a bumpy ride, kiddo, but it is so worth it." I still remember going to the hospital to see her father when he was all shiny and new. . . I remember looking through the windows, standing on my tiptoes and thinking, "He's mine. . . all mine." And he always has been.

I learned yesterday that two of my friends, one I have conversed with via e-mail for over 5 years and another from my college days are expecting babies. So very wonderful to hear their news and I listened carefully to see if it triggered my biological clock. . . it didn't. But I had the strangest dreams. . .

-I'm reading a good book. It's been a while since I have been able to stop knitting and read, neglecting one obsession for another. "The Myth of You and Me" is getting some attention from me. . . and I am anxious to dig more deeply into it.

-I just watched a news clip about a lady with an 84-square-foot home. And it intrigued me. She has only 300 belongings ranging from her toothbrush to her car. The home is smaller than the average parking spot, but had a functional kitchen, a loft bedroom, very "open" bathroom, but no shower. It appealed to me until I learned that last part. I need a shower. I like to be clean on a regular and convenient basis.

I have a confession: I have a LOT of stuff. And sometimes I dream of chucking it all for a mere 300 items (not including my knitting paraphernalia) and it sounds wonderful. My catch is that I am having trouble making those first few steps; particularly parting with my books.

-I have another confession. I like the new show "Burn Notice". I can't help it. I love all of that MacGuyver stuff. And I am too excited that a third "Bourne" installment is coming out. So excited that I think I may rewatch the first two just to prep myself.

-I can eat strawberries again. And I cannot tell you how happy this makes me. I even had them for breakfast this morning. Mmmmmmmmmmm. Fruit of the gods, I tell you.

Our weekend ahead will be busy and includes babysitting for a friend recovering from surgery, an overnight trip to visit Cynical's folks and maybe that Bourne marathon I mentioned. See you soon.