A Quickie…
I watched the movie The September Issue (Anna Wintour, Vogue, documentary) last night and loved it. Did I watch it on our fancypants huge television? No. I watched it in my bedroom on a 2o” flat-screen that hangs on the wall like they used to do in bars. I loved every single minute of being alone and watching a movie without distraction. This is why I don’t watch much television. Running commentary in my house, interruptions, etc. I am definitely going to partake of the television/movie watching more often. The alone time was fantastic. The lack of snark (except for in my own head) was amazing and I always did find fashion fascinating. Hard to believe when I dress like I do, but whatever. I do like clothes. I just lack style. And I mostly look like an idiot in them. Besides, Anna Wintour and I are like this. We have the same haircut. Snort. And I amazed my the fact that she says what she wants and can go sleeveless on a regular basis.
I was called “weird” yesterday (more than once!) because I carry a camera with me all the time. This bothered me for about 10 seconds until I realized that there is a helluva lot more things weird about me than hauling my camera around! Go, Nance!
This morning I woke up, sat here and seriously starting writing my own obituary in my head. WTF? No, I’m not planning on death any time soon. But I do need to write down a few key points that I want to make sure gets published in our local newspaper. Oh, yeah…nebshit.com will be mentioned (if I am still journaling by then) I have no idea why I worry about this crazy shit, but I do. I will hopefully make some time this weekend to get my affairs in order. Hee!
I probably found the perfect purse for me yesterday, but I didn’t buy it because it was a Walmart purse. Yeah, that says a lot about me. Sad, huh?
I scheduled Trey’s physical so he can get his driver’s permit. I think I’m going to try and teach the boy how to drive. I know! But I want him to learn safety first and sometimes Rick annoys me when I have to tell him to put his seatbelt on.
On the way home from shopping yesterday I listed in my head the number of things that annoy me about my husband. And then I realized that I’m acting like a shrew housewife and he could probably write his own large list about me. I told myself to stop the nonsense and I’m trying to. But when I ask Rick to put away his shoes by the front door and they are still sitting there this morning…well, the list comes flying back to the front of my brain.
I hope to like him again soon. 
Pittsburgh’s favorite/infamous quarterback Ben Roethlisberger got himself into a wee bit of trouble with a female (2nd time). I have officially declared that he is a moron. Whether or not he did it is not what forced my declaration (if he did it, he’s a criminal that should go obviously be punished)…it’s because he’s a jackass for putting himself in the situation to begin with. I told a friend/doctor (NOT my boss) during a semi-private conversation at work that if I were him I would totally insist on an orgy environment or at the very least, video-taping for any encounter with women that I had. We were chuckling over this when I found out that the word “orgy” is offensive to another person that was there. Now mind you, the only so-called dirty word that was said was “orgy”. He and I had a huge laugh over this because we couldn’t imagine anybody getting upset over the word orgy. It’s not like we were being descriptive or graphic. I kinda feel bad for people who have such sensitive brains that they get upset over words. Really. I do. I know that words can hurt sometimes, but I can’t fathom working myself into a frenzy because someone said a word that they don’t approve of.
And now I’ll leave you with a picture that I took last week. This was my dinner one night after a really bad day.
It’s a mini Fox’s pizza and Pepsi. I don’t drink soda/pop that often, but I was on a kick (I’ve since stopped again) at the time and it hit the spot.
I’m outta here.
Oh, I used the word bastard in front of a co-worker years ago, and I found out in no time that she hated the word. It spurred a conversation that she had for days on end, on and off. Turns out she was single when she had her daughter, and she immediately thought I was disparaging her lovely daughter.
Nothing of the sort, I was disparaging the bastard engineer she was having an affair with. Ha.
I read the obituaries every day online-not all of them just the younger people (which has become anyone under 60-so relative) and any farmiliar sounding name. I want to write my own or have input. It’s the last hurrah in print-especially for someone who writes publicly like you. I don’t consider thinking about it the least bit strange.
I wrote my own obit several years ago and keep going back to it (saved on Word) to re-write, or add a grandchild or whatever. My kids think I’m nuts. I also have a box filled with “stuff for the funeral”–important insurance papers, pictures I want displayed at my funeral, stuff I want to go to the kids and grandkids. I have told them, “It’s all there in THE BOX, just pull it out and use it…it should make everything easier.” They are right–I am nuts!
I won’t buy a purse that can’t hold my camera. It goes everywhere with me, as do spare batteries. I have more drunken bar pictures that any one person should have (my sister owns a bar). I can tell just about when I’ve had too many by the blurriness of the pic. My camera is a like a visual breathalizer.
Lots of people (not me) carry phones with cameras – I guess they are all weird, too.
You need a physical to get a permit in PA? That IS weird. I always thought an IQ test with a result at least in the three digits should be mandatory for getting a license.
People are so offended by words here in that that they make up their own & expect the whole world to use them. I don’t.
You are smart to carry a camera with you at all times. I can’t tell you how many times I wish I had woe with me, like the time I saw a cloud that looked just like a hand flipping the bird! I didn’t even have a phone that took pictures either! I would give anything to have that picture today!!
Loved, loved, loved Grace Coddington after watching that movie!!!
Then I am really crazy because I carry a digital camera and a video camera (Flip). My boyfriend jokes I am a purse snatchers wet dream (does that term offend anyone? hehehe) between the camera, video camera, Zune and the fact I love cash and hate plastic.
Are you going to list Felina and all the pets in the obit? I get custody of Waldo.
Not a bad idea on the obit thing. Have a list of who gets what so far but that is about it. Might be the time to pick a pic of me where I look my best to use. (You know, when I was young and skinny). Knowing hubby he would pic the most recent. NOOO!