That one bit the dust, and I'm still stiff a little...oh well.

Today, more than usual (I’m wondering if this is a consequence of my accident, or it’s simply because… well, you know… I am me?!) I feel my thoughts are all over the place, so bear with me ‘cause this post will be as well.

We were informed yesterday that my car was “totalled”; the repairs were more than the market value of the car. We had thought of getting it fixed, but since the frame is affected we accepted the evaluation. I went to take out the carpets I had put in when we bought it and recuperated the lock nuts we had also installed on the wheels. I thought of also getting them to remove the remote starter my mother had given me for a birthday a few years back. We have a friend who could have taken it out but to have it reinstall would have cost about $200, which is around the cost of a brand new one, so I changed my mind. I took off my car key and remote starter gizmo from my key chain earlier. There goes another relationship; the end of a story.

While out, walking around, I’ve noticed footwear a lot of women were wearing. There doesn’t seem to be any rule when it comes to summer footwear… the fashion police wasn’t out, that’s for sure. I’ve had yet another proof that I’m turning into an old lady, a cranky old lady that is. Some of the things people wear as “shoes” are disturbing. I won’t even get into that fact that many people shouldn’t be allowed to wear sandals… there should be a law against ugly feet and toes! Nevertheless, I must talk about a type of sandals I’ve been seeing a lot of, the ankle wrap type and the Gladiator style… what is up with that? When I do wear sandals it is because I want me feet to be aired out, it’s warm out so let these babies out. What I’ve been seeing has been making me wonder… maybe it’s just an age thing… maybe I am getting too old… oh well, there goes another trend I won’t follow.

Don’t you think this is a little strange? I took this shot, with my cell, while sitting on a terrace enjoying the Jazz Festival.  On top of being completely flat (no heels, no arch support, nothing - yep, I AM old) they were leather.  Argh.

Tomorrow is the twins’ baptism. I will admit I had hoped to be asked to be a godmother. I would have loved to be a godparent. I was never asked. I think because I didn’t want children parents assumed I wouldn’t want to be a godmother either. Younger I thought it had to do with me not being married. It’s no longer the case. I think it might have to do with religion. They’re Greek Orthodox, we’re not. I had hoped a few of my friends would have asked, but none did to this day… Yep, it would have been something I would have liked to do… oh well.

In twenty days we're off for our vacation.  Time goes by so fast.  I started counting for this vacation we were one hundred sixteen days away.  Sad thing is, the time away will go by just as fast. Reality bites at times.