Things I'm thinking about tonight:
People are people. Black white brown. Gay straight Bi. It doesn't matter who you are, who you want to be with, and what you want to do with whomever you choose to do it with. In my life right now, I want to be with Simon. And I am with Simon. And if someone told me that I couldn't or shouldn't be with him for whatever silly reason they might come up with, I would have a problem with that.
I don't want to exercise in the morning. I know that I will though, because my desire to eat cookies and peanut clusters far outweighs my disdain for exercising. Such is life. I also downloaded an app that tracks my exercising and my food intake, and I like to see all the extra calories that I get to eat on the days that I exercise.
It's been an unseasonably warm spring here, which means no Lovebugs (yay!), but also no mangoes (boo!). I rarely watch the news because it's too frequently upsetting, but last night I tuned in and learned that sales at the carwash are down because it's too hot and humid this spring for those dastardly little Lovebugs (Florida's equivalent to Mayflies). They stick to everything, but this year we get a welcome reprieve. Unfortunately, what's bad for the bugs is also bad for the mangoes...the fruits are growing much too fast, much too early, and many trees are dropping their mangoes before they've even had a chance to ripen. Many mango growers down here are of the opinion that there's always next year. So those neighbors of mine with the sign in their yard threatening to prosecute anyone who picks their mangoes need not worry...there's likely not going to be enough viable fruit to steal in the first place.
I need to mop. I hate mopping. I hate cleaning in general. I bought a Dyson a few months back, and I don't even know how to use it. Thankfully, Simon does. The toilet also needs to be scrubbed. Yesterday I pulled the wookie out of the shower, but only because a friend of ours was over and was going to be using our shower. For reference, the wookie happens to be the piles of my hair that tangle in the shower drain because I shed about as badly as the dogs. From my head. It's amazing that I have any hair left on my head because I swear most of it has to be swirling the drain.
I need to learn to follow a recipe once in a while. Tonight I made a pad thai of sorts by throwing together some chicken broth, peanut butter, hot sauce, fish sauce, garlic, Soyaki, and rice noodles. And I was angry the whole time I was making it because I had no idea what I was doing. Against all odds, it turned out. I was shocked. And there's peanut butter everywhere...that doesn't shock me; I'm an absolute disaster in the kitchen. There are times when I'm just throwing stuff together that I think I'm Rachel Ray, when in reality I ought to be on that show "Worst Cooks in America."
I got to see The Avengers tonight with Simon. It was pretty good. It would have been better had I not needed to use the bathroom in the middle of it. Why do I always get the soda? I know I can't drink a whole one and expect to make it over 2 hours without needing the toilet, but you can't have popcorn without soda and I always want popcorn, so it's really the popcorn's fault. So there I was, wandering through the dark to rush to the bathroom, and on my way back I almost sat next to a stranger because I had forgotten where my seat was. How embarrassing. No more soda at the movies.
I can't get over how old Ladybird is. I got her the summer of 2001, and she was at least a year old then. Even if she was a year old when I got her, that would still make her a minimum of 12 this year. A few vets that she's seen throughout the years think she's older than that though. They guess her to be closer to 15, if not older. How crazy is that? And she's healthy! She's losing her hearing, and she's a little slower than she used to be, but she's still pretty spry. She still bites me in the butt when I come home from being out, mostly when I'm trying to let the pugs out of their cage. I think she'd rather I just leave them in there...hahaha! She's not too fond of the dummies.
I have less than two weeks left here in Florida. It kinda makes me sad, because I like living down here. It's also sad to know that I most likely won't be back here again for a while, at least not to live. I'll miss the water, and my coworkers, and my roommate Ellen, and the sunshine, and the wildlife. For the last three winters all that was able to balance out how awful the healthcare is down here. But I need a break. I can't surround myself with so many people who have no interest in getting better, and who would rather just drug themselves up 24 hours a day. And working with doctors who support this behavior just adds insult to injury. And I just have to wonder...when people live down here where it's sunny and warm everyday, where they can literally go to the beach everyday of their lives, what is so awful that they need to spend every waking moment in a drunken, drugged up stupor? I don't get it. I've tried to get it these last three years, and I just can't. So I'm going to take a break and maybe gain some perspective, but I don't think it'll come. It's hard for me to be unhappy here...except for when I'm at work...but let's be serious, who wouldn't rather be at the beach than at work??
And that concludes my thoughts for the evening. A little scattered, but that's all right.
