Random Thoughts in Random Order on a Random Day

• I have all kinds of brilliant thoughts when I'm driving, in the shower, sitting on the toilet, or anywhere else where I can't get to pen & paper or a keyboard. This explains why none of my genius ideas have made me rich or famous. It also explains why I now carry a memo book in my purse at all times.
• I have the attention span of a kindergartner most of the time. If I'm not actively engaged in conversation (nodding, asking questions, etc.), it's a key sign I've moved on to other thoughts/pursuits. I am also a slow auditory processor, meaning that sometimes what feels like minutes to me will pass before I "get" what is said. I find that my processing speed slows down in direct proportion with how much sleep I haven't gotten.
• My childhood pet, Arioso, took her last breath back in February. I was there. She literally took one last breath, and let it out, and she was gone, just like that. Since then I have mourned her everytime I hear Bach's Arioso played on the cello (it's the song that gave her the name) because the piece seems to tell the story of Arioso's life. I have also seen three dogs since February who I could've sworn were Arioso...but I honestly don't know if I was just seeing things.
• I am a technophile. I have always been fascinated by computers and the Internet- I am the reason why my family signed on to the Internet in the first place, when I came home with a free trial of a program called Prodigy and insisted my dad install it. My very first job had to do with computer programming (really, this sounds much more impressive than it actually was!). I met my husband on the Internet (AOL, actually), back when it just wasn't done! So you'd think that my husband would understand this and not be so dismayed when I start hyperventilating because I have no Internet access while on vacation (true story: the first two days of our SD trip, I didn't have access. I still am not quite sure how I survived, though I didn't actually hyperventilate.).
• I honestly cannot understand why someone would ruin a perfectly good Chevy, white, full-size truck by spray painting "FU Prez. Pelosi- No new taxes!" in neon orange, all over it (saw this on the freeway on the way home today). But I also cannot understand how you could not realize the need for taxes. There's a reason why taxes are on that list of unavoidable things (you know, the one: aging, death, and taxes)!! People who seriously believe that all citizens would donate enough money out the kindness of their hearts to cover everything that taxes currently provide are not living in the reality that is our country.
• I have sunburn blisters on my arms for the first time in my life. They're not painful and I'm amazed by how easily they burst. However, I just learned that they are also the hardest to treat because they are so easy to burst and are prone to infection (lucky me!). I also just learned that three blistering sunburns by the age of 20 is a sure path to cancer. (See my thoughts above on being a technophile: I am Google-dependent. If Google didn't have some good search results for me whenever I wanted to know about something, I really don't know what I'd do...I wouldn't know anything! Seriously, I even use Google to help me complete assignments...) For the first time in my life, I am grateful to be 30! I also had a cold sore/fever blister (apparently, they are the same thing) from too much sun exposure...I seem to get one every single time I go to San Diego!! Finally, my forehead looks like the dry, cracked desert earth that we see in movie scenes where the story teller is trying to make the point that there is no water. The dark, burned skin is cracking and flaking off. It's NOT a pretty sight, and I will NEVER leave my house without sunscreen on my face (and my arms if I'm wearing a sleeveless shirt) again. Never again.
• The first recorded instance of my love for orange was created when I was in 8th grade. I went through an awkward camcorder phase where I recorded anything and everything, and I have myself on camera declaring my love for orange. That was BEFORE orange became the new pink and all this other madness that has transpired for orange. Though I originally liked orange so I could be different from all the blue-lovers out there, I have come to really appreciate the color- I look good in it, it can be a happy and energizing or even a calming shade, and I still feel a slight disdain for people who claim blue is their favorite color- especially when they say things like, "I don't know, blue? It's the color of the sky." (It's not rational, but I guess it doesn't have to be.) I don't have anything against people if blue is their favorite color (it's not like they went to U of A or voted for GW Bush or something seriously offensive like that). Alas, there is also a record of my affinity for blue back in 5th grade- I wrote a poem about it. So even if I did want to launch some kind of assault on blue-lovers, that one piece of evidence would be tough to explain and would blow my credibility to bits...