Friday Come Lately

Thank you to Luna Nina of Unconscious Mutterings  for giving me cool things to write about. 

Bounce :: Gwyneth Paltrow and Ben Affleck.  Another movie where one of the main characters saw the light and allowed himself to be transformed into his higher self for the good of all humanity.  Actually, I liked Bounce.  It was a nice, little love story.  We got to see Jennifer Grey all grown up and wearing a new nose, so that now she looks like all the other Hollywood starlets.  And the costume staff did everything they could to make Gwyneth look as mousy as possible, which was a nice try on their part, but she’s still lovely.  I think her voice sounds like honey.  Something about Ben Affleck’s facial expressions says DUH to me, but I don't know why.  However, his strong physique more than makes up for it, since he's not one of the fashionably (and nauseatingly) skinny Hollywood boys.  I think he and Gwyneth make a very cute couple.  Let’s not tell their spouses and kids, okay?  It'll be our little secret.

Wasting time :: What I do when I am supposed to be studying How Science Works.  I would rather waste anything than study that stuff.  It’s painful.  I know they’re trying to kill me.  If my calculations are correct, I got a D+ on my last test.  Don’t forget the "+", as it is very important when you’ve earned yourself a D.  So much for my GPA.  So much for being in the top 15% of my class.  So much for being considered a Distinguished Student and being invited to the Distinguished Student Reception given each spring by the faculty of the English Department.  I knew my name and the word “distinguished” wouldn’t last long in the same sentence.

Utility :: Room.  Doesn’t everyone have one?  I don’t.  But I should.  Even though I’m not sure what it’s for.  It’s for utilities, right?  Gas, electricity, water.... So what do people do in a utility room?  Enjoy their utilities?  Boy, that sounds like a barrel of laughs.  Isn’t a laundry room infinitely more practical?  It’s obvious what you do in there.  Or a breakfast nook?  Also obvious.  Or a mud room?  Less obvious, so I’ll tell you.  They’re for depositing muddy boots, coats, and jackets.  And for cleaning.  Does one play with electrical currents in the utility room?

London :: England.  Lots of funny and very cool accents.  Which accent goes with where?  As I get older, I find it harder and harder to distinguish between a South African, an English, and an Australian accent.  At some point, all the beautiful cadences merge into something that must simply be considered melodic and elegant, and that's that.

Pregnant :: I’m so glad I’m all done with that.  I’ll leave this lovely condition to the younger set.

Cranberry :: Juice.  I looked up some of the other Unconscious Muttering lists for week 173, and almost all of us wrote “juice” for this entry.  Cranberry juice and tons of water is the best thing for a urinary tract infection.  TMI, right (too much information)?

International :: laws.  Although laws don’t mean so much in this country anymore.  Many Americans want to accommodate people who break them to illegally enter through our borders which are so soft that our ability to protect our boundaries has become next to impossible.  And yet, I’m pretty sure that if I broke a law, I wouldn’t get out of it quite as easily as some other folks I read about, illegal or otherwise.  Let’s jump into a different arena and say, for example, that I was serving in public office and left my senses long enough to actually punch a security officer in the Capital.  I would be arrested immediately, and the press, if they cared about l’il ole me at all,  would shake their fists at my audacity and demand immediate jail time.  Hmm.  I’m not supposed to be talking politics on my blog, so I must leave this train of thought.  It’s all Luna Nina's fault!!  She's making me have a stream of consciousness, and I can’t turn it off!

Disappointment :: heart ache.  It happens when affairs of the heart become affairs of the past.  Although I confess that all my broken relationships are best left behind, since I haven’t had one yet that allowed me to feel larger instead of smaller.  Marianne Williamson once wrote that it doesn’t help the world one bit for a person to make themselves smaller to accommodate another person (the passage is here).  I’ve never had a romance that caused me to stand taller.  I think I was too empty to begin with, and entering into a relationship in that condition caused me to cave in on myself, leaving me with a vague sense of belonging to a couple, but not to myself.  My life is finite.  I want to fill it in as big a way as I possibly can.  Shrinking isn’t part of the deal.  Expansion and fullness are.  I’m lucky to be as unencumbered as I am in my middle age.  I am free to experience many different things.

Sponsor :: AA.  If it’s so anonymous, why does everybody know all about it?  (Again, check out the Unconscius Muttering list).

Second :: Usually my preference, unless I’m trying to win or be the best, and then I gotta be first.  Usually I’m quite comfortable with second.  I'm at the top without being exposed.  Shielded.  What a wonder that my birth order is second of four.  A middle child.  At slumber parties, when I was a little girl, I did everything possible to make sure my sleeping bag was in the middle—safe and cozy.  I graduated in the dead middle of my high school class. Not the same as second, but I’m trying to go with the flow here.  I'm flowing, flowing.... 

Okay, I'm done.  I decided not to illustrate this blog because I'm bored with the picture thing.  And I'm getting pretty antsy to move onto something else.  As you might also be, assuming I haven't lost you already.  Anyway, hopefully you are mildly entertained, as promised.

Have a great weekend!