Queen of Rambles

Why do I do things and think they’ll be cool only to be bitterly disappointed? Perhaps that’s a bit of an overstatement, but I’m still a fool. I bought a puzzle yesterday based on the notion that it was pretty and I could preserve it and hang it on my wall. It’s never going to happen because I’m never going to get the stupid thing put together! Why would I buy a puzzle that looks like this? It doesn’t have enough detail or colors to make it doable for my feeble puzzling skills. I like puzzles with tons of little details like this. It may not be as pretty, but at least it keeps me entertained without totally frustrating me. I know, I’m a wimp. I should just be happy that I can buy a puzzle and put it together. I could be blind or crippled or starving. Life is more important that a pretty puzzle.

Speaking of starving, I bought the supplies for my new diet today. They had two brands of diet shakes and I went with the most expensive. The cheap one seemed like something only an anorexic could be satisfied with. Each shake contained a measly 80 calories and that just doesn’t cut it for me. I live an active life. I need something to get me through the day. I ended up buying the kind that has 200 calories per shake and recommends three a day along with a 400 calorie meal and lots of fruits and vegetables. That seems more in line with what I recall from various health classes–even on a diet you should consume at least 1200 calories a day. Let’s just hope I can stick with it! With the amount of money we spent on the stuff, I better stick with it. Not only did we buy the shakes, but we also bought a shaker that came with a sample of each flavor and an instruction book. I’ve tried to read through the book but it’s all in Swedish so it could take awhile. My Swedish skills have gone straight to the toilet lately since I no longer care if I learn it or not. I need to get over my bad attitude.

I feel like I’m all posted out. I’ve been guest posting over at Deep Thoughts so my words are getting used up rapidly. I think I’ll do at least one more post over there if I can think of a good one. I would hate to be a derelict guest poster.

Speaking of guest posting, you guys are in for a treat later this week. The very creative and funny Brenda will be posting over here while I’m in Stockholm. If you’re very lucky you may get to see one of her famous sketches. You know what, Brenda? I think we should write a children’s book together. Can you draw a flying bed? I’m obsessed with the idea of a flying bed. Why won’t Mike make one for me? He’s an engineer and he’s super smart. He should make my dreams come true.

Speaking of Mike, last night we went over to one of his co-worker’s apartments to water her plants. It was the strangest apartment I’ve ever been in. When we opened the door we were met with a heavy corduroy curtain covering the doorway. I can’t figure out what it was supposed to be for. Then, to my horror of horrors I noticed she had two big aquariums! My fish fear seems to be getting worse and worse because I was almost paralyzed with fear. I managed to make it to the kitchen and found about a million orchids. I never knew you could grow orchids indoors, but she has a zillion of them. Not all were blooming, of course, but plenty were. They were absolutely beautiful and have inspired me to try my hand and them when we move back to the States. I need to not get any more hobbies before we move over there because I have no idea how we are going to transport our lives across the Atlantic. We have to take a huge leap of faith at the end of this month and give our landlord three months notice.

Back to the lady’ apartment.

She had all these fish and no visible automatic feeder thing so we couldn’t figure out if we were supposed to feed them or not. She hadn’t mentioned them to Mike at all and she’s been gone a week so I guess she has somehow taken care of it, but I felt bad for the fish. I may fear them but I hate to think of any creature slowly starving to death. There were lots of plants in the aquariums. Do you think they eat those? She also had some very royal looking antique furniture crammed into a bedroom and lots of very weird art pictures. I found the place creepy. It was probably all those fish.

When I went to bed last night I kept thinking about the fish and having horrible thoughts about someone coming in and dumping an aquarium full of squirming, slimy, yucky fish on top of me. I finally protected myself by pulling the covers around me tight, even though I was super hot. Amazing how my covers can protect me from anything be it fish or ghosts. In addition to the fish I was thinking a lot about ghosts and creeping myself out. One of my ex-aunts died last week after a short fight with cancer. She wanted to be baptized before she died, so my mom went to her baptism and had a strange conversation with her. My mom works with a lot of older people and says that most people start talking about seeing dead people and angels right before they die and that’s exactly what this lady was talking about. I don’t know why, but that just creeps me out. It seems to be peaceful for them, but the very idea of ghosts sends shivers down my spine, even if they are friendly ghosts. I wish there was some way to prove beyond a shadow of a doubt what happens after death. Maybe I need to join Julia Roberts and co. and become a flatliner.

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