Random Thoughts

The other day I was at the library, minding my own business, just looking through the cd's for some to bring home when I heard this noise.  Okay, not a noise, but someone singing.  So I looked around casually and noticed a woman standing near the sheet music, singing.  So, I thought that perhaps she was looking for sheet music and her child was getting antsy so she was singing to him or her.  I took a better look to see the woman only to discover that she was alone.  She finished with that song and picked up another piece of sheet music and began to sing that one.  The woman did this for at least 30+ minutes and then just walked out of the library empty-handed.  Of course, the whole time, I'm trying not to laugh hysterically at this odd situation and at the same time looking around trying to see if anyone else sees this or hears it.  Or perhaps there are cameras somewhere and I'm on some wacky television show.  Nope, just an odd bird.  So, to all of you who go to the library thinking it's a karaoke bar, please don't - you're freaking me out.

The other night I realized that I'm really getting old and I must have lost my vanity completely (and my mind).  I can recall a day when I wouldn't have even gone out of my apartment unless I looked like a million bucks - not even to buy a pack of cigarettes (which by the way I do not smoke anymore).  So, I had to go pick up teenage daughter at her girlfriend's house and teenage son from work at the mall.  I went out with my bangs up in clips (I'm growing out my hair AGAIN), and my pajamas and not a stitch of make-up.  Had I gotten into an accident or gotten a ticket I would have died of embarrassment.   So, it made me start to wonder when I stopped caring.  It's one of those moments when you scream, "I am my mother!".

So, I'm at the mall with my daughter and we went to Hollister and I am start to discover that everything looks so tiny.  I USED to be tiny, so when did all that change?  This was another issue in my world that really made me realize that enough is enough - it's time to face the reflection and get real.  (okay, I didn't intend to sound like Dr. Phil there).  Then I decided to people watch.  Ever just stop and look around you at the people?  People kill me.  I saw a woman who really thought she was all that and a bag o' chips, except she had a hole the size of a quarter in the back of her thigh in her black hose.  Uh - honey - that looks BAD.  Then there's the much older woman who has a magic mirror.  No bra, a low cut top, and entirely too much make-up.  Now, ladies, hear me when I say that no matter how much make-up you put on, it's not spackle.  It will NOT fill in the lines to create a smooth youthful look.  And I don't care who sells it, don't wear blue eye shadow - it's not pretty.  Age gracefully please.

You with the cell phone and the make-up in the car - can you get up a bit earlier?  Driving is scary enough without worrying about you trying to talk to whomever and put on your mascara, eye-liner, lipstick, etc.  To add to the danger of what you're doing, you are always driving too slow.  Hello, they call it RUSH hour for a reason!  Put down the make-up, shut-up and drive please.

So, there you have some of the random thoughts that have run through my head lately.