Some people hate posts like this. Some love them. I am both in the Love category and too effing hot to flesh out any of the post ideas I have so it's time for.... tidbits.
1) So it turns out my MIL does have cancer after all. It's sad, my heart breaks for my husband, and I would do anything I can to make things easier, of course.
That being said, WOW has it apparently unleashed The Mean. I just trashed a long post I wrote about some egregious behavior she showed me. She's been telling people off right and left, screwed over her middle son badly and has been essentially been the opposite of her usual passive-agressive self. It would be funny, if I weren't worried she was going to go after me next. I know there are psychological reasons people facing serious illness lash out, but is that an excuse for saying and doing things that in normal times would destroy relationships? She has no friends and strained relationships with much of her family and her husband's. Now I know why. SHEESH. I am praying for strength, grace and the ability to dodge whatever she aims at me. I keep repeating this rule my wise and fabulous friend Tonya gave me for dealing with difficult people: "You don't have to swing at every pitch."
2) On a lighter note: It's summer, I'm pregnant, it's hot. My brain has turned to mush and that means reality TV. Top Chef? Last episode? Holy crap, I can chop onions faster than that and the main reason I didn't go to culinary school a couple years ago when I was considering it is that my manual dexterity and thus knife skills BLOW. Also, I was developing a little crush on CJ, until he showed his snakelike ways. Dead to me.
3) I notice many of the fashhions of my youth are coming back into style almost completely unchanged. It's honestly kind of funny --I flip through magazines or catalogs and I swear I've already owned half this shit, worn it past its expiration date and given it to St. Vincent de Paul. I've always had a Thing that if you were old enough to wear the trend the first time around, you should stay away from it the second time. That being said, some of the looks I know look good on me. Temptatious. Also, WTF is up with Old Navy? Last time I was in there, everything looked like maternity clothes! Big bonus, because I God willing will be wearing lots of those this fall and winter and then can look all trendy (if utterly ridiculous) once I have the baby. But still, I remember the women I babysat for wearing these styles as maternity clothes back in the early 1980s. Two bad trends that look bad together, methinks.
4) So I had a dream about an ex-boyfriend last night. What makes this funny enough to be blogworthy is that Paul, Maggie and I were on this great family trip through Europe, and then I ran into Ex and realized "Oh right, we're together" and off I went tra la. Until, not only did Dream Me remember what a crappy boyfriend he was in life, but remembered a previous dream I'd had where we got back together (no Paul in that one) and he'd been great for like a week until he was right back to his crappy ways and I'd dream-dumped him then too. Apparently my subconscious is a slow learner. I almost never think about this guy in life unless I see his name somewhere (we're in the same line of work, and he and a bad experience in college led me to the No Intra-Profession Dating Ever No Seriously Never rule. Scarily, Paul's job is edging ever closer to mine but he is keeping the "Assholic-I-Am-The Second-Hemingway-or-Maybe-Bukowski-or-Even-Hunter-S. factor" extremely low thus far).
Thoughts? On 80s fashion on the not-25? On difficult and seriously ill mothers in law? On why the hell this ex keeps showing up in traveling dreams? Guilty pleasure reality TV?