Saturday, July 24, 2010

Glory Days! What Glory Days?


So I was listening to the radio and that old Bruce Springsteen song popped up Glory Days you know the song about how middle aged people just sit around and talk about the younger days and it hits me... I'm in that age range that he's singing about. And it proves it just by the fact that I sat there and listened to the whole song instead of forwarding it on to the next one (that and I was too lazy to switch over from the computer game I was playing) So as I'm singing along with Bruce... and my husband is in the next room chuckling and shaking his head... I'm defending my right to sing. And I realize there's really nothing about that song that reaches me. I have no desire to revisit my old life. I wouldn't do it all over again if you PAID me and you would have to offer me a lot of money for me to even consider it.


When I left high school I was sad. Most of my close friends graduated a year or two before me. So when I left there was not love lost. Definitely not for that striped sesame street inspired carpet that identified the various units. I'm not sure anyone from my graduating class would even remember me if I went to a high school reunion. I've spent most of my life trying to blend in instead of standing out, so that I would be considered normal. (which wasn't easy then and certainly didn't get any easier with age) And the school years before high school I can't even name all of the schools without looking at the transcripts. I have a number of people that stood out in my mind from my time spent with them... But as I found out recently they don't always remember the past the same way I did. One girl swears that I stole $20 from her right before I moved out of state. I didn't remember that but I mailed her the money so we would be square... But that just reinforced the idea that people's memories change as they move away from the friends and time.


I've also done STUPID things that would never want to remember or relive over a couple of drinks. Why would I want to put a rosy glow on some of my dumbest stunts in my life? Back when I thought I was invincible and infallible, it's a credit to my sheer dumb luck that I've made it to the age that I have with out being found dead in a ditch somewhere or just bludgeoned to death by someone for my overwhelming stupidity and arrogance. And sometimes I'll hear a teen making the same type of certain proclamations that I did in my day and it's all I can do to bite my tongue and tell them just how WRONG they are. But you can't every generation has to make the same mistakes themselves before they learn. Every person thinks they're bullet-proof until they find out that they aren't.


And I'm sure that when I'm even older and I look back on this stage in my life... I'll realize that the things that I thought I knew now weren't as true as I KNEW them to be and I'll shake my head over it and move on with my life. But today I'm happy in my delusions of today, and that I don't dwell over the past too much. Certainly not enough to want to relive it.

Saturday, July 17, 2010

The Itching Never Ceases

It all started last Saturday. It was my husbands fault. He doesn't know where he got it from either one of two places. Either it was from hauling rocks out of an abandoned tombstone graveyard or it was from leaning up against a tree at a picnic. Either way I did neither of those things and I still have it... so it's his fault!

It started because his ring finger itched a couple of little red bumps and so he decided to take his ring off (not his wedding band but his cross ring on his right hand) then it spread, thousands of little red dots all up his arm. At that point we upgraded the status from heat rash to the dreaded poison ivy. To which I am highly allergic and since I also have an allergy to Calamine lotion any sort of breakout usually ends up with me getting shots at the Doctor's office. But since I didn't lean up against the tree that I saw had poison ivy and I WAS NOT in the same city as the tombstones I thought I was fairly safe.

I was WRONG. It started as one little tiny bump on the inside of my bicep. Right about the place that a short sleeve shirt rubs against the inside of your arm. And I knew I wouldn't get sympathy from my hubby for a single little dot of what I thought was a bug bite when he had a HUGE rash of poison ivy on his arm. So I tried not to itch and kept silent. Now a week later I can't explain it. I have one or two little dots of hyper-itchy spots on more than a dozen locations on my body. Not a huge red rash but super annoying none the less. Especially since all of them seem to be located in high traffic areas that seem to be rubbed up against things all the time. And every time I do... they itch all the more. I am quietly going insane. And I really have no right to complain Matt has a higher percentage of rash spots on him and he swears they don't itch.... But I'm trying not to scratch in an effort to keep from rubbing my skin off here and nothing seems to help for longer than 2 1/2 min. I feel stupid for even complaining. I'm just waiting (not so patiently) for my itchy time to be up so that I can get back to normal.

So if you ever see me avoid poison ivy like, well you know the plague... it's with good reason.