I just wanted to share the stars

Almost two years ago, my parents had a slight flooding problem due to my brother's inattentiveness. Since their bedroom was the most affected, they had to relocate to the bedroom Sis and I shared for 18 years.

When I came home from Burbank on a visit, the first thing my dad said to me was, "Who put the stars up on the ceiling?" I thought he would be angry that we ruined the paint or something, but then he continued, "It's the most peaceful thing to do...sleep under the stars." He couldn't stop talking about it! If you knew my dad, then you're aware that when he really REALLY liked something, he would never shut up about it. He was just awestruck by some haphazardly placed glow in the dark stars the we stuck on the ceiling by jumping up and down on our beds. I loved the stars too, but after years of sleeping under them I took them for granted. 

Tonight, as I stare up at the same stars, all I can think about is my dad, sleeping peacefully underneath them not so long ago. And it might just be me, but tonight they're shining just a little bit brighter than they normally do.

6/14/39-1/15/10

June Gloom

Alas, I'm bored. Surprise, surprise. Yes, I did say alas. I am such an ass. Sorry, that was crass. No need to harass. You're welcome.

Here are some random thoughts that have been on my mind:

To all you couples: being a third wheel sucks. I know, you guys try to make that tag along feel included, but they don't. No matter how hard you try, it will always be awkward. Don't feel bad, just let them stay at home the next time you two go out. The same goes for fifth and seventh wheels as well. Just because you add more couples doesn't make it better.

When I'm having a bad day, I like to take detours through parking garages when I go for walks. I like to anger the parade of cars slowly following me through the lot in the hopes that I am going to my car. The fuller the garage, the better. I highly recommend anyone to try this when they're feeling cranky. It makes you feel a little bit better. Yes, it might bite you in the ass if one of the drivers suffers from being an asshole, but take that chance. It's worth the risk?

I have absolutely no power in my job. In turn, I have to spend most of my day getting yelled at for things that are out of my control. I'm sure I'm not alone. Please consider this the next time you encounter anybody who works directly with you: waiters, hostesses, sales clerks, cashiers, etc. They are not in control of the company, they are not to blame for prices, they do not get paid enough to deal with your crap. Leave them be.

I wish companies would stop abusing the word "natural." They are totally taking advantage of the many Americans who are trying to be healthy but still want to eat Wheat Thins. Check the nutrition facts, people. Fat is still natural. Corn syrup is considered natural because it originally came from corn. Oil? Super natural.

It only takes two minutes from my day, but for some reason, I dread refilling my water bottles. I don't know why, but they are a pain, and I procrastinate and curse those damn BPAs in bottled water or whatever is leaking from the plastic. I know, Life is soooo hard.

Unless I have a visceral reaction to seeing a child, do not make me talk to yours. I'd understand if  I would start oohing and aahing and smiling like an idiot every time I saw a kid, but I don't. I tend to ignore small children unless they talk to me, and then it's because I'm too polite not to respond. But all these parents want me to see their kids for some reason,especially people I have never met before. I'm just selling you a ticket, lady. Don't hoist the kid up to say hi.

What did I ever do before I put hot sauce on my mac n'cheese? Eat like a simpleton?

I'm really glad I'm a girl for countless reasons, but recently I'm thankful for the mere fact I can get away with ordering a lemon drop martini. I'm still judged, but (hopefully) only slightly pitied.

I know it's not the best look for me, but if I could get away with wearing t-shirts, jeans, and flip-flops all the time, I totally would. I already do about 90% of the time, but I'm just waiting for the day when I can show up to a wedding in my usual outfit and not get stared at. It's what I feel the most comfortable in, personality wise. Like, if you pictured me, I'd totally be in a t-shirt and jeans. Never a dress, or a nice going out shirt, or palazzo pants. Fun fact, I used to wear palazzo pants back in the day. That's right. I don't apologize for my outfit choices pre-teenage years.

Thyme puns=comedy gold. Seriously, you can't lose! We're out of thyme. I don't have enough thyme. Thyme is on my side. I mean, come on! It's great.

Not everyone enjoys puns as much as I do.

Pun is an awesome word to write, and to say aloud. Try it. Pun. Pun. It's just so quick! Pun. Let the "un" vibrate off the roof of your mouth. Pun. Ok, I'll stop.

I want to thank yesterday's rain for giving me another two months until I have to wash my car.