What is it about...

I spent a lot of time today wondering...what is it about...

What is it about women who stand absolutely naked in the locker room at the gym? I mean, sure, we are all women. I get that. But there is no reason to be standing butt naked in the middle of the locker room when there are dressing areas that can be used. Where I am going to the dressing area (behind a latched door) to undress and wrap a towel around me in order to walk to the hairy showers, others find it totally acceptable to stand in the middle of the walkway with no clothes on. You accidentally look because you are merely glancing at your surroundings and you get an eyeful of someone who shouldn't feel so comfortable in her own skin. You know? And, to make it worse, I still have to use the hairy showers. What's with that?

What is it about, when you have something happen in your life that is traumatic, you notice everything around you that reminds you of that moment. Say, for instance, you recently get divorced and then you go to a bar to relieve your pain. You get there and everyone is coupled up all cozy and the only music on the jukebox is sappy love songs - usually country - that just makes you want to drink more...at home. Well, today I go to lunch at Sweet Tomatoes (which has the most yummy salad bar). I kid you not...there had to be at least 20 or more women there that were pregnant. Obviously pregnant. And one was a salt in the wound by being pregnant and carrying a sippy cup for her little kid. Seriously?? What's with that?

What is it about people who will see that their lane is going to end and decides to try and get ahead of everyone else. Then, when you don't let them over (they should wait their turn), they give you evil glances and sign language? What's with that?

What is it about cops who will tailgate you even though you are doing nothing wrong. Intimidation? Power trip? If I do the same thing, I get pulled over and written a ticket for following too close. What makes it ok for them? The black and white colors on their car? The badge? Probably the gun. What's with that?

What is it about pinching your index finger in the cabinet one minute and then slamming the same finger in the same spot with a heavy cast iron skillet the next. Am I really that careless? Is my luck that bad? Are my fingers that clumsy? Am I? What's with that?

What is it about driving past the building I used to work in and still feeling nauseous like I did when I had to walk in that place - I even remember the smell. The fluttering in my stomach - not the good kind - that I experienced everyday. It is amazing how the brain can overpower the body so completely. How your brain can take you back to a moment and make your body feel everything - bad or good - all over again. I was so relieved to drive through the traffic light where I used to turn. I immediately texted T to thank him again for the opportunity to get me out of there. No one should feel that sick about a place. It also made me sad. I was so excited to start that adventure and then so let down when I was pinned with their inadequacies. I need to write a letter to them explaining to them why I left so that they don't think it was because of my lack of success - it was because of theirs. I may just write it on here someday because it would just float up against a brick wall and wouldn't make a difference anyway. But it would make me feel better. What's with that?

That's all I have for my "what is it about..." portion of my blog. Now on to my day. As you can see, I went to the gym, drove around a lot and attempted to get a bday gift for Tay. Turns out, T may want to get her a bike for over here. So I decided that he should come with me when buying her gift so that he definitely gets her what he wants.

When I got home, I decided to focus on my garden planning. I measured the side yard and determined that my raised garden bed will be 4' wide x 20' long and will run down the center of the side yard (the yard that runs down the kitchen side of the house). The center will be used for hot peppers, sweet peppers, onions (green and sweet), garlic, shallots, etc. The corner of the side yard next to the air units will be where my tomato plants will live. It will be a raised bed 3' wide x 10' long. We are planning on fencing or "hiding" the air units for visual appeal. Leaving the small rocks for the walkways on either side of the bed. At the entrance of the garden, I will have two pots - one on either side of the walkway - that will have herbs. I am pretty excited...now if things will actually grow. Most of you know the color of my thumb...its not pretty!

Tonight has pretty much been uneventful, which is kinda nice. T is fighting that stupid cold virus thing again that he had when we were in Louisville. Hopefully he will feel better soon. He is meeting with Michelle and Tay tomorrow morning to look at a school that T likes. We are hoping that he will have some influence as to where she goes so that she isn't going to a christian brainwashing camp.

I guess that's it for tonight. Just more boob tube and then the ol' hay. For my Louisville eskimos, I had the top down on my car today...sure is pretty....and there ARE houses for sale right across the street from me. Just sayin'.

STATUS: Dawna is ready to hide her brown thumb in a garden glove and get to work!
MOOD: Garden-ious