Wednesday Wrandom Wrambling's

So many thoughts wrambling around in that space between my ears. I used to have a brain, and then I turned 40 and ever since then, the cells, just keep dying off. Each year it speeds up. I fear what I will be like when I am 50. And beyond that? Let's just hope I still can wipe my own bootay.

Why is being a parent so hard? Why can you have kids born in the same home, taught the same things, had the same parents, and yet still turn out so differently? I know, I know, they are their own persons, they come as themselves. I get all that, but why does it have to be so hard sometimes? I don't like hard. I'm tired of hard.

Googling is an amazing thing. You can completely self-diagnose a problem. Confirm it with others who have had the same thing and then start treatment all without having to go to the doctor! Now, before I start getting more judgemental comments, I'm only talking non-life threatening issues people.

Speaking of judgmental comments. I understand everyone is entitled to their opinions, but I consider it poor form to call someone out on their blog in the comments section. You don't like their opinion? Don't read. I find it interesting that I was judged in a comment calling me to repent of judging. Huh? Yeah, I am going to judge. On basic things like, should my kid be exposed to something, should I attend a particular movie, should I support a certain artist, should I chance the yellow light or scream through it? We all make judgements, all day long.

I am technically challenged. Like right now (I'm writing this late Tuesday, scheduled to post Wednesday), and I am stuck on the cartoon channel simply because I don't know how to change it. The remote I am holding has so many buttons, I think I could accidentally blow up Colorado. I should be more frustrated, but really, I just don't care.

My IT band issue, is getting better. Cute friend loaned me her foam roller, and I'm working it like a 12 year old in a sweatshop! Racing Saturday, will need my legs in decent form.

I want my camera back. The company sends me daily emails to let me know where it's at in the process, but I just want it back. NOW. And fixed. I feel like my right arm is broken without it.

I am missing WBR already. Weird huh? It was such an amazing experience that I want that high again. I've had so many people mention that they would like to do it next year, that I might have to put together my own team. That would be fun, but am I up to it?

And now, my little winky shades are tired and closing down.... enough wrandom wrambling for now.