it's random thought day

my uncle and aunt live in south carolina - brother and sister not married. here's what's pretty damned funny - they are both transplants from boston living in a tiny town in SC and they don't speak. gotta love the irish. they aren't angry with each other they just don't speak.

but that isn't my point. so we go down and visit one year. the year after my grandmother died; the year before i broke my leg. my uncles girlfriend at the time and i are talking one day and she is like "oh, well, you know i'm bad - sometimes i'm going to store or kfc . . . or like that . . . i won't even put on makeup" i thought of that because there was a woman who almost killed me on the road while applying makeup. she was from virginia. believe me i'm not saying it's only southerners. it just made me think of the story. i mean, okay, so in her world she thinks it's a huge deal but she's saying this in a nice restaurant where we are out for dinner and drinks all dressed up. and she is saying this to my completely unmade face. because really if makeup lasted that long i could use a tube of mascara for the rest of my life.

i wonder if that will change for me. i must admit i think i am starting to look a little old though everyone else seems to insist otherwise. for which i am greatful. and oh, btw, how the flock is it that i'm almost 40?? so weird. i really don't feel it.

so - - the day started with high ambition but then the father in law showed up; there was laundry and sleepy icky feelings; an overtired little boy who just minutes ago took off his diaper and peed in his crib. what i've realized - this isn't about the peeing. he just wants to play with his penis. so i put him to bed in a onesie. i'm hoping that he can't unsnap it.

i'm watching religulous. so far i like it.

he's asking good questions. although he asks one that i hope someone is smart enough to answer. why is faith a good thing? believing in something you can't prove. i have an answer for that though i will probably have to follow up on it later cuz i don't have coherent thought right now. the point is that believing in something you can't prove gives you hope and strength . . . that is if your belief isn't self serving. the problem is people corrupt the idea. crap. i'mnot making any damned sense. i'll come back to this.

okay - you kids be good. and as my uncle's ex might say

what kind of girl travels with a mummified corpse? and doesn't even pack lipstick?