Even Tom Can’t Help Me Now

July 7, 2011 ~ JodiLea

Well then…

Tom (a.k.a. my Tom-Tom) tries to keep me from getting lost. If I still get lost (it happens), Tom re-calculates the route and gets me back on track. But, unless Tom got a memo about this, he would tell me to go straight. At this point I would cry and go back from whence I came. If I can find home again, I will update Tom’s maps – ASAP!

The Wrong Way Detour

My cousin Jennifer, came across this situation. Did she freak out? Nope. Did she cry? Not Jennifer! She just got out of her car, took this picture and later posted it on Facebook.

Some people are blessed with great coping skills.

Those that are not, steal their cousin’s cool photos for their blog 🙂

Bust a Move? More Like Bust a Hip…

July 2, 2011 ~ JodiLea

Electric Robot

OK. It’s official. I’ve lost my mind.

If that’s not bad enough, it has been replaced with a mind that is 20-something years old. I don’t know how (or why) this happened.

I admit I am enjoying some fresh thinking, and taking a vacation from the worn out tapes my former mind played. Some days it’s scary, though. Like the day I caught myself watching COPS!. And I have this thing for Lucky Charms lately. I would call for help, but beside the Ghostbusters, who would I call? My medical doctor, my gyno, or my therapist? So far it has been… interesting around here.

Since turning 20-something I have been staying up later, agonizing over what to wear to work, and wearing more make-up. Make-up is a waste of time, because no matter how much I plaster on, I don’t look 20-something. I keep trying new beauty products and hoping something magical will occur. Denial can be an expensive alternative to reality. (Just ask my very happy Mary Kay lady.)

What really SUCKS is that my body is 30-years older than I am.

Think about it. Aside from the obvious downfalls (vanity, pride, and more vanity), it’s dangerous. 20-somethings don’t think twice about rushing around in a hurry to get things done, skipping meals, doing yard-work for 5 hours straight, spending hours on their feet. Us 50-somethings pay dearly for this behavior -and usually pain is involved.

20-somethings (mostly girls, but not always) love to listen to loud music and dance while they work around the house. I do this. My former mind did not like hip-hop, so my iPod was lacking any such music last week, when I got the urge to “bust a move”. So I did what any 20-something would do in this crisis situation. I blasted the stereo. To heck with the neighbors – they make noise more than I do!

Oh man, that was fun! I thought I was moving so fine, until I caught my reflection in the mirror. This girl is not ready for prime time, in fact I thought I saw a rusty old robot shorting out in my hutch. I felt like one too. Luckily my chiropractor had an opening right away. I’m so glad I changed my mind about the break dancing.

I bet my guardian angel is exhausted. I know I am.

And How Was YOUR Day?

June 28, 2011 ~ JodiLea

Some days you’re on the road crew. Some days you’re just on the road.

I suppose this did not humiliate the opossum who was well-flattened before the painters showed up. It should have humiliated the bozo manning the sprayer. I wonder if he (it had to be a he, right?) was nursing a killer hang-over, or a major blow to the head.

When I saw this photo, after I stopped laughing, I felt sad. The “it’s not my job” attitude reminded me of the “what’s in it for me?” and “who gives a shit?” attitudes.

What happened to people “giving a shit” and doing something because it needed to be done? Are we so stressed these days that we only focus on our own to-do lists and ignore the world around us? Too much pressure cancels our pride?

I’m no sociologist, but I do know one thing. You would never see this in Mayberry.