Once again, it's time for Random Bits -- recent events and thoughts that aren't big enough to merit their own post but which I want to put down:
Sandals on My Feet
In Italy I got myself what have turned out to be a great pair of sandals. They're black, German-style semi-macho sandals. Like Birkenstocks, only not ugly :) The uppers are suede, so is the footpad, and the bottom is nice solid yet flexible rubber with good tread. Sooooo comfortable. I've been wearing them all the time because of the comfort and the fact they're awesome in the heat. And this way I can stop wearing "girl shoes" for a few weeks and avoid all tights and pantyhose! Possibly all the scars and blister wounds from my winter shoes will finally heal up.
Have had a rotten sinus headache all day, mainly focused on top of my eyesockets. Acupressure doesn't seem to help for long, nor does aspirin. Hopefully I'll wake up tomorrow and it'll be gone. *Sigh*. After 2-3 months of hardly any headaches -- thanks to Lexapro, I'm pretty sure -- this whole week I've had headaches. I think it's from the bad air affecting my sinuses, because aspirin isn't working, which it would if it was a chemical type headache.
Cutting Up the Body
Just watched another one of those plastic surgery shows. I have to say, that I pretty consistently believe that plastic surgery is a great thing for people who have major disfigurements that severely affect the way people see them or self-esteem, BUT most of the people shown aren't doing it for that reason. I just don't get the concept of spending $20,000 to go up a cup size and give yourself a chin. A scar on your face, drooping skin from major weight loss, massively uneven boobs, I can see needing help, but this quest for "the perfect body" seems like a symptom of a sickness. People can do whatever they want and hey, tattoos, piercings don't bug me, so why not plastic surgery, but somehow it does.
(To briefly fall into the spirit of the show, which is like an ad for plastic surgery... I have to say if I could fix ONE thing on my body, it probably would be to make my boobs the same size. One is a C, one is a DD. I'm not sure I'd want to be both C or both DD. The thing is, I have a phobia over surgery, question the wisdom of any type of unnecessary surgery, and can't afford it anyway.)
Today I stopped by Petco to get some piggy supplies and could not resist visiting the little kitties up for adoption from a local rescue. One in particular, a 4-month-old black kitten named Jonathan, totally stole my heart. He was in a cage with 5 other kitties, all of whom were sleeping, and he was there trying to get anybody to scratch him or cuddle through the bars. I finally did something I've never done with any animal at one of those adoption centers, which is ask to hold him. He was so sweet and gentle. The woman there said he'd been rescued as a young kitten and bottlefed since his mom was nowhere to be found, thus the cuddliness. If I didn't have the birds I would have taken him home, as I'm positive that kitty would get on with the piggies. Alas, birds and cat are not compatible.
Another Wild Morning Dream
It happened again -- I woke up early, decided it wasn't time to get up, fell asleep and then for an hour or so, had a really crazy dream.
This time it was me and some other teenage girls (I was younger again) were going to northeast South America on some kind of field trip, when our plane crashed and we somehow ended up in... Morocco. Where, naturally, we were sort of taken hostage, although truthfully the guys were really nice to us, putting us up in a fancy hotel, letting us roam around, letting us go shopping with money they supplied. The only thing was, we couldn't contact anybody for help and couldn't speak the language around there. I kept trying to email my mom or get my T-Mobile service to work, but it didn't. It was very strange, especially since a few times I found myself in Germany instead of Morocco.
Finally I was roaming around in this rather Escher-like high school, through these strange corridors, when I emerged and realized I was in the States again. I said hi to everybody, then said I had to go back to where I was being held hostage or else they'd notice I was gone and get mad. I then thought, "This is so stupid... I should go bring the other girls here and we can all escape through the 'wormhole' I've found!" At this point I woke up.