Random Tuesday Thoughts: Weirdness

As I was typing the number 2 this week, I noticed the 2 key has the @ symbol on it. I must already know that, I thought, because I type @ all the time when I type email addresses. Has it just become so second nature that I don’t even think about holding the shift key and hitting the 2 when I want to type @?

After you look at certain words over and over, doesn’t it seem like they are spelled wrong when they are really spelled correctly? For example, weird. If you look at weird often enough, doesn’t the word weird itself look very weird?

Okay, so that’s not a unique thought. Unique, unique, unique…another word that looks like it’s spelled wrong if you look at it too long.

Emmy, my toddler, has an obsession with fruit chews. I only allow her to have two packets a day. Let’s face it, fruit chews have no fruit in them. Yes, I know I can buy the über-healthy 100% fruit juice fruit chews, but Emmy wants the box with Nemo on the front. Or Curious George.

So her addiction obsession means that I limit her fruit chew consumption. We’ll be in the car after she has already devoured her quota, and she’ll say, “more fru’ choo ‘morrow?” The first thing she tells me when she wakes up from her nap is “fru’ choo ‘morrow?” The concept of “tomorrow” hasn’t quite dawned on her yet. When she wakes up in the morning, instead of asking if she can have fruit chews today, she says, “fru’ choo ‘morrow?”

I’m reading The Time Traveler’s Wife, and I love the author’s last name: Niffenegger. That name came straight from Harry Potter. It just can’t be her real last name.

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Random Tuesday Thoughts: Symmetry

So, here I am on a Monday night, with free time and an available computer, but nothing much to write. So if I keep typing, maybe something will come to me.

So…it’s swimming suit season again, huh? It takes time for me to get used to baring my fat, white, wobbly thighs in public again. At the beginning of swimsuit season I always forget to shave my legs. I usually haven’t shaved them all winter, so it’s hard to get into the habit again.

I was checking myself out in the car window the other day. It was sunny outside, and I was standing in the driveway, so the window was like a mirror. I was staring at my chest. Ed was wondering what the heck I was doing. I replied “Looking at my symmetry.” He nodded knowingly.

I have an appointment on Wednesday to renew my symmetry. In May, I completely weaned Emmy. Now that I’m not nursing anymore, my left boob is way bigger than my right. Why, you ask? Due to my mastectomy, my left boob is fake, and my right boob is natural. So I’m going to go buy a smaller left boob on Wednesday. I’m going to a special boutique for a fitting. This time around, I’m not going to rely on the internet!

Too bad I can’t swap these huge thighs for smaller, perfectly shaped thighs.

Writing about my thighs reminds me of my big cushy butt. Lily has lately gotten into the habit of hugging me from behind, and she is just the right height to give my butt a nice, big squeeze. She tells me, “I love hugging your big butt, Mom.” I just wish she wouldn’t say it so loudly while we’re in line at the grocery store.

**Sigh**

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