Dirty Little Big Secrets
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shalannaNot dead . . . just been out of pocket. Here are a few secrets to contemplate.
1. I own an entire rack of clothing that either is too small or is way too large for me to wear right now. I'm talking about the entire side of a walk-in closet. I mean what used to be HUBBY'S half of the closet. (He moved his stuff into the dresser and into the walk-in closet in the computer room when my stuff started crowding his--he has a ton of junk as well.) I keep the too-small stuff "because I'm dieting down into it," of course. *rip* The too-large stuff "is too good to throw out and if I gain weight again I'll need it." *sigh* Sad part is that the stuff IS all good. If only I could lose just ONE AND A HALF SIZES, I could wear 80% of the barely-too-small stuff. And yes, I'm on Medifast and trying. *oof*
2. I have bookcases stuffed with books by authors I know slightly or met in person or on the Internet. These are not Close Personal Friends or people I particularly admire such as Dennis, Pamela, Pat Wrede, et alia. These are just people who once were on a mailing list with me, got published, and mentioned their books . . . so I went off dutifully and bought the books out of loyalty and some misguided sense of Supporting The Troops. I felt that this was my duty, in some way. Only thing is, some of the books I didn't care for, others I couldn't get into, and still others I am just not likely to read. Let's face it: These authors don't know ME and wouldn't buy MY book . . . they don't e-mail me to ask what's happening . . . they aren't special to me. So why am I keeping these things? I need to throw this stuff into the Goodwill bin. (Not to the used bookstore where only avid readers will see them and will have to pay half the cover price, but to a thrift shop where they can be picked up for a dime or a quarter.) I no longer feel a sense of belonging to some sort of community of whatever, and I need to get rid of all this stuff in the house.
3. My new glasses sort of fit, but I'm still not quite adjusted to them. I'm going back to the optician to see if they can make it so that I don't constantly tilt my head slightly to the left (I think the right earpiece is screwed up.)
4. MickeySoft sent an involuntary "upgrade" in the form of a WinXP Service Pack that came in SIX installments that it put in place whenever I turned my back. (I've been off the computer for various reasons most of the time, so they had plenty of time to mess it up.) One of these replaced my NVidia video driver with a MickeySoft driver, and the screen went insane with speckled colors and a moire pattern. Had to work on that fix for quite some time before we could even read the screen again without squinting and pain.
5. We finally got some rain. So why are people cranky about the flooding?!
6. If it is not in the cards for you to accomplish Task X in your lifetime, you should back off and try to figure out what it is you ARE destined to do before it's too late. I will be fifty in a couple of years here *gasp* and I have accomplished NOTHING. Everything is a mess. There must be something that I'm supposed to be doing.
But it's one of the BIGGEST secrets of all.
1. I own an entire rack of clothing that either is too small or is way too large for me to wear right now. I'm talking about the entire side of a walk-in closet. I mean what used to be HUBBY'S half of the closet. (He moved his stuff into the dresser and into the walk-in closet in the computer room when my stuff started crowding his--he has a ton of junk as well.) I keep the too-small stuff "because I'm dieting down into it," of course. *rip* The too-large stuff "is too good to throw out and if I gain weight again I'll need it." *sigh* Sad part is that the stuff IS all good. If only I could lose just ONE AND A HALF SIZES, I could wear 80% of the barely-too-small stuff. And yes, I'm on Medifast and trying. *oof*
2. I have bookcases stuffed with books by authors I know slightly or met in person or on the Internet. These are not Close Personal Friends or people I particularly admire such as Dennis, Pamela, Pat Wrede, et alia. These are just people who once were on a mailing list with me, got published, and mentioned their books . . . so I went off dutifully and bought the books out of loyalty and some misguided sense of Supporting The Troops. I felt that this was my duty, in some way. Only thing is, some of the books I didn't care for, others I couldn't get into, and still others I am just not likely to read. Let's face it: These authors don't know ME and wouldn't buy MY book . . . they don't e-mail me to ask what's happening . . . they aren't special to me. So why am I keeping these things? I need to throw this stuff into the Goodwill bin. (Not to the used bookstore where only avid readers will see them and will have to pay half the cover price, but to a thrift shop where they can be picked up for a dime or a quarter.) I no longer feel a sense of belonging to some sort of community of whatever, and I need to get rid of all this stuff in the house.
3. My new glasses sort of fit, but I'm still not quite adjusted to them. I'm going back to the optician to see if they can make it so that I don't constantly tilt my head slightly to the left (I think the right earpiece is screwed up.)
4. MickeySoft sent an involuntary "upgrade" in the form of a WinXP Service Pack that came in SIX installments that it put in place whenever I turned my back. (I've been off the computer for various reasons most of the time, so they had plenty of time to mess it up.) One of these replaced my NVidia video driver with a MickeySoft driver, and the screen went insane with speckled colors and a moire pattern. Had to work on that fix for quite some time before we could even read the screen again without squinting and pain.
5. We finally got some rain. So why are people cranky about the flooding?!
6. If it is not in the cards for you to accomplish Task X in your lifetime, you should back off and try to figure out what it is you ARE destined to do before it's too late. I will be fifty in a couple of years here *gasp* and I have accomplished NOTHING. Everything is a mess. There must be something that I'm supposed to be doing.
But it's one of the BIGGEST secrets of all.
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Date: 2008-08-21 05:56 pm (UTC)As to the clothes, here's a thought. Narrow the parameters a little. Create a "there's no way short of universal starvation that these cute little numbers will ever fit again" category, and an "OMG, if I ever get that big I'll simply end it all" one, and take THOSE items somewhere where they could provide much-needed clothing to people who desperately need SOMETHING to wear that's within their budgets. That way, you'll not only have regained much-needed closet space, but you will have earned karma points for clothing the poor. The REALLY poor, who possibly haven't bought an actual new dress in years.
Books too. If it doesn't interest you, toss it. Or take it and its equally unwanted shelfmates to a thrift store. Hey, it could be just what that poor woman who glommed one of your too-large couture items would really enjoy reading.
The glasses. Of course I'm happy that the initial problem seems to be on the mend. As to the head tilt, I thought that was just either how you habitually posed for pictures, or a cute touch for ones meant for publicity use. If it's the earpiece, that's easy enough to fix. (Do they still do the manipulation by dunking them in hot salt?)
The rain: Oklahoma City broke a 102-year-old record for August. We're sitting at 5.9 inches for the month, with a threat of more Monday. But, oh, those days in the seventies made it all worthwhile!
Task X and so forth: I thought writing was my response to the end of the old-school music business in Las Vegas. Maybe I'm supposed to be a blood donor or a dog walker.
You got it right about biggest secrets, kiddo.