Scattered thoughts:

This is going to be a scattered post as it is Monday and my brain is zipping around like a hummingbird who found a new feeder.

Saturday Rick and I went to breakfast at Dad’s Kitchen (If you haven’t been there check it out – great food and fun hipster ambiance). It was early-ish (only about 9a) and pouring down rain so the restaurant was not very full, besides us there were only 3 other tables of people. After ordering and having our java delivered another table of 6 older ladies came in. From all appearances it seemed like they were maybe co-workers or a group of mall walking friends (are you getting the visual). I fully admit that I am a conversation hustler. I LOVE to eavesdrop and let me tell you – these ladies were all too willing to oblige. Needless to say we found it very difficult to talk because we were both cracking up and eavesdropping. Over the next 45 minutes we overheard the following statements:
• “Well finally after 20 minutes I had enough and I just turned to the group of them, 8 total, 1 girl the rest boys, and said ‘have you ever heard of bowling etiquette?’” I am sorry, I must have been absent from academy the day Miss Manners covered Bowling Manners. Eat with your mouth closed – check. Napkin in your lap – check. Don’t interrupt people – check. Bowling politely – declined.
• “Oh ladies did I tell you, my nephew was exonerated and he’s started smoking it again”. Oh heavens smoking it again? Didn’t anyone tell you smoking IT can cause cancer?
• “How can I get 3 dollars back in change? My breakfast we $8 plus tax” “Oh don’t worry about it, it’s the new Stimulated package” (and no I did not typo just now. She did not say Stimulus package she said Stimulated. Bet Obama didn’t know he was giving old ladies that when he signed the ARRA into effect!)

As a child my favorite playground equipment was the swing set. I loved to swing what kid doesn’t. It’s truly the closest we get to flying (without jumping out of a plane). I remember trying to swing so high and try to flip over the top. Of course that never happened but it was always worth the effort. I also loved swinging and jumping off in mid-air, so what if it hurt to walk for the rest of the day I was having fun! You don’t see swing sets anymore at playgrounds. People think they’re “to dangerous” I harrumph at that. My generation had them and lived to tell the tale. We also had metal slides that would scorch your bare legs in summer and we loved it! Or the merry go round that was all metal all your friends would get on and one sucker would have to run around and around and around until it was spinning so fast everything was a blur and you thought you were going to puke. Those were fun playground things. These stupid plastic shenanigans that are nestled in a bed of rubber bark are ridiculous. We’re raising a society of wimps. It’s a right of passage to burn your butt on the slide and to fall in the bark and get splinters so small it takes a week for them to work their way out. Rubber bark is preposterous.

On the kid topic, yesterday I was at Red Robin with my mom and a group of breeders sat behind us that had a toddler, the snotty drooly kind. It found me fascinating; I found it damp and slimy. It kept trying to touch my hair and while I know I have great hair but hands off Slimer. The parents (and my mother) thought it was hilarious. They even thought I was witty when I told the little mutant that if it touched my hair again I’d saw its germ infested fingers off – ha ha ha, I wasn’t joking, stop touching me! Why is that acceptable? Oh wait its not. I will eat your young do not leave unattended.

I think that’s all of the random thoughts I can conjur for now – till tomorrow, g’day.