Tuesday, October 18, 2011

More random thoughts: toes, the Ingalls family, and narcissism

If I were a well-known public speaker, I would probably succumb to the temptation to quote myself on a regular basis.

I get a really big kick out of toes.  They’re funny.  Some people just have really funky looking feet.  Growing up, my parents always teased me by calling me "monkey toes."  I'll let you be the judge:  Were my parents mean ... or just honest?

When I see people roll through stop signs at intersections where school kids are running around on all sides of them, I want to ram them with my car.  Yes, bluish-green-minivan mom, I’m talking to YOU.

Earlier today I told a student at work that I rarely have an opinion about anything.  I could barely keep a straight face, but I think he bought it.

I don’t know if there’s anything more strikingly beautiful than snow on the mountains in autumn.  All of the colors come together like buttah.  The combination of greens, golds, reds, and the white of the snow against the backdrop of a crisp, blue sky and puffy white clouds is just candy for the eyes.   I will NEVER complain about fall snow. 


Doesn't it seem logical that eating foods with tons of preservatives would keep us young?

Once, JUST ONCE, why can’t Charles and Caroline Ingalls catch a break?  If I had a nickel for every time they ALMOST cashed in a big crop or ALMOST made a fortune off of a business venture, I’d have … well … WAY more nickels than the Ingalls family.


It really bugs me when people say that some relatively minor inconvenience in their lives is “the worst thing EVER.”  Really, locking your keys in your car or getting a bad haircut is the worst thing ever?  I hope nothing TRULY terrible ever happens to you.

3 comments:

Rachelle said...

Yes, your toes resemble monkey toes. That is, if the monkey is a midget. Otherwise it just seems disproportionate. I feel your pain; I had a friend growing up who dubbed my second toe "horny toe" you know, because it looks happy to see me.

Guilty of bugging you! Sorry. I do the half-sarcastic catastrophizing thing a TON. Yes, I realize I'm dramatizing - but only because it makes me feel better somehow about what actually happened. That, and it makes for a better story. In my defense though: getting a speeding ticket on my way to school, only to lock my keys in the car in the school parking lot, when we are still down to one car- so Brian can't bring me the spare, and I literally don't know another soul in the whole STATE - just might have ACTUALLY been the worst thing EVER. Or at least, in the past few months. $180 ticket + $75 pop-a-lock fee= SUUUUPER ticked off hubby. Not that I blame him.

I am loving your random blogs, by the way. :)

Katelyn said...

My mom called my toes Monkey toes growing up too! LOL. You have a big gap between your big toe and the next, so I could see how that would useful as a monkey. :)

jennawinters said...

So refreshing to read all of these! Love them. Oh, and the "buttah" episode of SNL was on VH1 the other day. I had to watch. Funny you put that on there.