I think I really am Ramona...

This summer I had a life changing moment when Maggie and I went to the movies with Robin and her girls. The film; Ramona and Beezus. Of all of the movies to give heart to the way I am. Ramona and Beezus? At one point in the film I heard Robin laughing and I looked over and she could barely contain herself. She leaned in and said, "You really are Ramona aren't you" (or something close to that effect.)

Today I proved such a point. I do stupid things. I really think about things before I do them but something always fogs over that little thing I have called Reason. Randy isn't even a little surprised anymore. "What did you do now?", is all I get and then a brief nod and an, "oh". Today I got such a comment and I have to say I was a little hurt. No, "Are you ok?". No, "What were you thinking?". Randy has just gotten used to my ways. I guess after 15 years of marriage these types of things will just happen.

So, I was admiring my toilet and how clean it was. I went to Walmart and as usual I was searching for that miracle cleaner that would take away that rust and your toilet looks like hell reputation. And I finally found it. Who would have know that it would be rust and lime doing me in. Maybe that is why my hair feels like cardboard (or maybe because I tried to get rid of my grays on a Saturday after a twelve hour day and fell asleep sitting on the toilet with hair dye in that same said mop...).

Back to the toilet... so it is clean WHITE I tell ya. Then I think to myself why not just try this in the shower. I mean I have the same issues. It is orange and white all over in a cream colored shower. I think I am brilliant I tell ya BRILLIANT. So, I get what is left of the bottle and I squirt just a little on the wall of my (your shower looks like hell) shower and it MAGICALLY GOES AWAY. Holy Shit Batman!! So, I squirt the entire contents of the bottle all over but I decide that it looks drippy and and I need to even it out so I get a wash cloth and wipe it all around and I as I am wiping the last of it around I think, Why don't people do this all of the time. You would think that they would bottle this up and say you can use it in the shower. and right when the light bulb turned off my hands started to sting and I thought "OH NO" just as my panic attack really started to settle in the pictures of that lady that just wiped acid all over her face flashed into my mind. "OH NO!" I rush (buck naked damn it) out of the shower and wash my hands off as fast as I can because by now my imagination has them burnt to the bone. I am squirting my zit soap all over my hands wishing I wasn't so stupid when I looked up in the mirror with a look of horror in my eyes and I said, (still naked) "Robin was right!". Who does this? Who would even think to do this? Damn it is my fault my son is the way he is.

When I think about now, my hands still sting but I know just like most things it is just in my head. So the stroke symptoms have ease my eyes are white again and to my amazement the freckles on my hands are lighter hee hee. Not to mention my shower clean and cream.

So, we are in the harvest season on the farm and my life is still an unbearable roller coaster of a mess at times, but if I can just stop one person from doing something stupid and you get one giggle out of this I have done my job for the day.

Have a good one,
Jenny

P.S. Christine, Thank you. I think I needed this.