Wednesday Wrandom Wrambling's

So many thoughts just a-rattling around, I thought perhaps I'd get a few of them down. Maybe my posterity will be convinced that some day's, I actually had thoughts. Even if they are totally random.

I hate the pool. HATE! Weird, 'cause I grew up swimming. I'm not bad, I was taught well, have good form, minimal splash, and can get even manage to look fairly clean at it. As opposed to Splenda who kinda looks like a seizure in the water. We have to keep on-lookers from having to offer first-aid. But that's another story....
So one would think the pool is just a natural thing for me right? NOPE! Once I got a little older, I got WEIRD about germs in the pool. I mean think about it, you are wallowing around in the same big pool of water that LOT'S of other bodies are swooshing around in. Ewwww gross! I realize there are chemicals, but in my mind, there are just not enough chemicals in the world to kill off whatever might be on or come from all those bodies. And by "all those bodies", I mean even just one. Don't even get me STARTED on the kiddie pools.
Silly me, signed up for and actually PAID MONEY to compete in the Women of Steele Triathlon next month. What part of tri, didn't alert me to the fact that a pool would be involved. For weeks, I have been telling myself, it will be fine. Like riding a bike, you jump in and remember everything.
This morning, I jumped in, I remembered everything and wanted.to.barf. Did I struggle with the stroke? The breathing? The goggles? The sync of it all? NOPE.
Were there other bodies in the pool? Yes and therefore, the disgust. Even when they are people I know and like, I just can't help it.
And here it is several hours later and I still smell the chlorine in my nose. My skin is dry, and the thought of having to venture back in for more, much needed training, is about doing me in.
Next time, I think I'll offer to do a relay team. I'll do all the running in the world, just don't make me get in the pool! At least the super cute Sheila from Pedaling will be doing it too, in fact, jump over to her page and give her some encouragement too.

What exactly is the right way to hang up a hanger? Front ways, right? RIGHT? The hook goes OVER the bar straight on. Not underneath it (approach from the back of the rod). What part of this can't I teach certain members of my family? Yes, I am indeed grateful for the fact that hanging up clothes is part of our repertoire, but for the love of all that's holy, can we at least hang them THE RIGHT WAY?! (I personally think he knows it's a button pusher and just likes to tease me, but I want validation that my way is the right way.)

I'm bored with my job. I really don't want to work. I want to stay home and be A Meemaw and babysit Sissy while her Mommy works. Unfortunately, that's not gonna happen. Anyone notice the economy? And even though I have the best boss, the best co-workers and work for the best company, I don't want to work. I'm bored. Am I too old to be a cop? That would be cool. Get to carry a gun, drive fast with bright lights, and help people. I don't have a college degree and am 42 years old, is that a problem? Would either of those things keep me from being a cop? Maybe I should google it. Maybe I should have googled it before I posted this so I don't irritate the Shark. I hate making her butt itch and all. But yeah, being a cop sounds like it's right up my alley. (And to those who might be reading who are currently out of work - no attitude of ingratitude intended, I am grateful I have a job, just spouting some thoughts and feelings)

I get to talk to Elder Catmull in just a matter of weeks. I can hardly wait! This mission thing IS really what it's all cracked up to be. I understand the directive to young LDS men to serve if at all possible. To see the changes in him and the blessings our family have gotten, is beyond words. And the best part? He is still that crazy, silly, happy, easy going, smartalecky kid he was before he left. I see it and hear it in every email, picture and letter home. Nothing about his personality has changed. His spirituality? Now, that's a different story. It's like he's on spiritual steroids or something. Part of me wants him home more than anything and the other part of me doesn't want him to miss a thing out there. I want his experience to go on and on.
Am I weird? Wait, don't answer that, I already know........

Oops, a few random thoughts turned into quite the post. My apologies and if you quit reading a long time ago, I really don't blame you. But then again, you won't see that I don't blame you because you never made it this far : )