Second Wind

Recently I’ve been noticing I get a second wind quite often.  Well, I say that and then think to myself “Really? Were they second winds or were they first winds?”  I mean, I made it through most days accomplishing some tasks like bartending, grocery shopping, post office, library and bank, you know,  every day items.  But did I accomplish enough?  Obviously not, because there were tasks left over, there always is.  So something happens right about bedtime, or even after I have been in bed, the notion to a get project done hits me and I have to do it ‘right now’.   Well, that’s dumb, and I mean dumb.

While I was putting plastic on my living room window at 1:00 o’clock on a Thursday morning I realized how silly that was.  I had been in bed for two hours tossing and turning and decided I needed to be productive.  Had I been as productive as I should have been during the day on Wednesday (or any other day in the last week for that matter) I wouldn’t have had that plastic still sitting on my kitchen table.  God knows it wasn’t going to hang itself, I couldn’t find the ‘self hanging’ kind, they must have been all out.

I live in a duplex so my second winds have to be within reason.  There are some things I would have liked to do but figured I best not, like putting hangers up on the wall in the basement, or laundry, or vacuuming the floors.  I wish I could say getting on the elliptical but unfortunately exercise has not been one of the things I HAVE to get done in the middle of the night.  Nope, it’s been things like baking cookies (for those of you who know me this is not a lie but they were not from scratch), doing dishes, putting clothes away, getting my tax stuff together (really?), paying bills and mopping floors.  Each time I catch myself doing those things I think of how dumb it is that I’m accomplishing them in the middle of the night.

As I finish this post at 4:00 AM typing away on my slowly dying computer that sounds like a Model T I thank my lucky stars that Best Buy isn’t open or my fourth wind of the night would be driving to get a new computer.  My second wind consisted of finishing a book and cleaning the toilet and my third wind was writing this.  I wonder if I should seek professional help or perhaps just be sure my first winds are much more productive?  God knows I don’t have the time or energy for these late night rendezvous with undone tasks.

Tomorrow (well tonight I guess) I hope to go to bed and not be compelled to get up and do crap I should be accomplishing during the day.  That’s probably like asking the neighbors to pick up their dog poop but a girl can hope.

Blue Jeans

I’m not sure about you but blue jeans are a pain in my rear (intended).  I would imagine we all have trouble finding jeans that fit comfortably and look good.  Tall, short, fat, skinny, I think it’s tough to find that REALLY great feeling pair of jeans.  In my experience when you do find them you have to take out a mortgage to actually purchase a pair.  Most jeans I’ve even slightly liked lately are $100, well, for $100 they should be massaging my backside, doing my dishes and should make me look about 50 pounds lighter.  They should also not cause a muffin top (mine is more like the whole pan of muffins) or make my underwear ride up into the unknown.   I am usually at a loss and just have to buy something that fits and looks half decent.

I’ve mentioned excessive butt crack in several previous posts.  It happened again at pool this week, one player showed the crack itself and one player showed the pink lace thong she was wearing.  Not sure which was worse.  Perhaps the maker of blue jeans will find a happy medium between the top of the crack and the belly button as I do understand not wanting to wear jeans like we did in the 80s that you could almost wear as a bra too.

One other thing I’m confused about is the extra little pocket in the front of jeans.

jeans1Seriously, there’s even a button on this super secret pocket and it maybe holds two dimes and a nickle.  With not a payphone in sight, I’m not sure it’s a bonus to have this.  I try to keep as little as possible in my pockets anyway, well, actually there’s really no room left in my jeans to put anything in my pockets, so what am I going to do with that one?  Perhaps it’s for looks, which doesn’t pertain to me either because I haven’t been able to tuck a shirt into a pair of jeans since sometime in the 1994.  Which means there is no one that’s seeing that pocket anyway……and if they are…..I’m fairly certain they don’t care about that pocket.

jeans2Then there’s those pants with worthless pockets all around.  Why even bother with the pocket.  In the picture above the super secret pocket is damn near as big as the actual pocket so none of them fit anything remotely useful in them.  My cell phone is too big for the regular pocket so that idea went to the wayside pretty suddenly.  I feel as though this pair would have been better off with fake pockets sewn in, they would have been just as useful.

Happy jean shopping.  I hope you have better luck than I do.