Two Things...

As I was driving in the car with my daughter, I had these two conversations with her and she said, "And you claim you have nothing to blog about!"

So, here are the two things I discussed in the car:

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I have a bruise on my arm.  Kind of a big bruise.  When I touch said bruise, it hurts. However, I have no idea how I got the bruise.

So, here was my thought ... if the bruise hurts this much (which is really a lot!), you'd think I would remember what I did to cause the bruise. No idea.  Obviously it had to have hurt, right?  I mean, I got a bruise from it! No idea what caused the bruise, but I can hardly believe that the bruise hurts worse than the initial impact upon my arm.  I mean, it caused a bruise!  It had to have hurt!

No idea what caused the bruise.

I also a few bruises on my legs....yeah, no idea how those got there either...


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Taco Bell.

Do I like Taco Bell?  Yes, I do.  Do I at times even crave Taco Bell?  Why, yes, I do.  Is Taco Bell even good for me?  Well...that, my friends, is a topic for another day!!

Here is the question... What do I like to get at Taco Bell?

Here is my thought... Does it really matter?  Everything tastes exactly the same at Taco Bell.  Everything.  The Taco Supreme tastes very much like the Burrito Supreme which very much tastes like the Chalupa which very much tastes like the Grilled Stuff Burrito which very much tastes like the Soft Taco which very much tastes like the Nacho Bell Grande which very much tastes like.... well you get it right?  Even the very plain bean burrito, which I really kinda like, tastes like every thing else.

One could make the argument that this is the case every where.  But this is so not true... Case in point:  McDonald's.  You have the Big Mac which has two all beef patties, special sauce, lettuce, cheese, pickles, onions on a sesame seed bun (thank you 1980s (70s?) promotional sound track) while the Quarter Pounder has 1/4 pound of an all beef patty, pickles, onions, ketchup, and mustard.   See...totally different.  McDonald's also offers a McFish McFillet as well as McChicken McNuggets neither of which taste like the Big Mac.  There is also the McRib McSandwich which whatever processed crap it is made of does not taste like the McBig McMac.  I think I have sufficiently made my McPoint. Please excuse my overuse the "Mc"s in this paragraph...I just McCaught up in it all!

So,  "¡Yo quiero Taco Bell!"  (thank you 1990s (?) promotion).  But frankly, just pick me up whatever there...it all tastes the same.    

XOXOXO

Two Things....

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Dear Fitbit:

I think I deserve extra credit when walking miles in these shoes.  Please update your app to reflect my current exercise regimen.  

Mucho Lovo,

Vels

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So, I went to the eye doctor last week (two weeks ago? who can remember?) and whilst he was looking deep into my eyes through my black soul, he mentioned that there were "pretty sparkles" on my contact.  I took this as a compliment, you know, my pretty, sparkly eye shadow must have somehow gotten into my eyes. He said this might account for my eyes being dry and the reason for trouble focusing long distances. So?  Not a compliment?!?   He asked the order of my routine in which I replied contacts first then makeup.  He suggested the other way around!! HAHAHAHAHA....yeah, like I am going to ruin my makeup?!? Crazy doctor!  He also suggested glasses as an alternative.  Does he not understand how vain I am?  Does he really need me to spell this out to him?

At the end of the appointment it was decided to change my prescription a bit (less than previously, thank you very much).  We discussed the need for reading glasses (bite me, 48!).  He suggested perhaps trying glasses to see if this would help.  THEN...he said the B-word.  Not the usual B-word I am used to hearing, by the way, but the other one.

And so...these are what my glasses look like:  

Damn...when did I get old?  I mean, just the other day I was in high school and  yesterday I was a young mother of two babies.  Now?  A mother of two 20-somethings and bifo...I can't even say the word.  I can't decide what makes me older -- wearing contacts and taking off/on my reading glasses or wearing ^^ those!

I would have took a picture of me wearing those glasses -- but today is a no makeup-hair not done-sweat wearing-but at least I got out of bed and showered Tuesday.  Sorry.

PS - AARP ..yeah, not quite 50 yet, stop sending me crap!  I still have over 2 years...let me bask in my under 50 joy.  Just because I wear those glasses does not give you the right to just assume... Thank you!

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The End.

XOXOXO