Random Tuesday Thoughts: You Really Want Inside This Head?

What is the fascination with "reality" shows?  Which you all realize are as far from reality as a well put together TV show.  When you partially script the actions of the people, then put them in front of the camera, expecting them to do crazy or bad things, well of course the drama ensues and gets crazy.  I was sort of watching the "Dating in the Dark" last night, the last bit where there's the "reveal."  I was sort of like "who cares?"  Which is why I was only sort of watching.  I was multitasking and it was just noise in the background for me.

I am still listening to the pop "mix" radio station to and from work. Not really very mixed when they play the same songs nearly every hour.  A few are thrown in here and there for good measure.  It does remind me that I used to like to go to clubs or dances and dance with the girlfriends.  I miss that.  There's no place or call for nearing 40somethings to go party and dance to teeny bopper music.  I would be so embarrassing.  But lovin' it.

Have you ever thought of taking a vocation vacation?  These really do exist.  You pay inordinate amounts of money to go "try out" a job you aren't doing right now.  Check out this link.  I could use one myself.  What should I be?  Oh, I know, sword maker.

Actually, I love making reproductions of historic clothing.  Can I make a living at that?  I don't know, because the amount of labor that goes into that, not to mention that fabric is no longer all that cheap (in fabric stores; clothing in big box stores are exorbitantly cheap, but we won't go into why that is), I don't know if people could or would pay me what I should be worth.

My husband, you know, the one who is a mite picky about his food (he would disagree), is absolutely begging to go to a new restaurant.  It serves...wait for it....sushi!  Well, he doesn't want the sushi part, he wants to try the hibachi grills.  Kids are set against.  Never mind that they grill the chicken, which they love.  Grilled chicken that is. Not the grill.

And the weather we're having is just perfect.  I want to be at home with the kids on bike rides to the park, the store, around town, just being outside.  But, usually I'm inside with my job.  Oh joy.

Speaking of bike rides, I am leaning more and more towards training for the Register's Annual Great Bike Ride Across Iowa (RAGBRAI).  My dad did one day in the early years (this was the 1970s) when I was in elementary school.  I don't remember if he liked it or not, just that he did it with my uncle.  I, personally, want to try it all the way.  Mostly because I want to dip my back wheel in the Missouri and my front wheel in the Mississippi.  Seriously, that's my whole motivation.  I am thinking about this bike for an upgrade.  A bit pricey, but I'm thinking I ought to get several years out of it if it's better than the box store kind.  Actually, I found a store that's has them on sale at $539.  Now, to convince the husband.

This year I have been thinking about 40.  It's my next birthday.  Not in the way of "OMG I'm 40, I'm getting freakin' old."  No more like, "I'm 40, I should be able to do whatever the hell I want."  And I want a party or some kind of fun time.  Something pretty splashy that my friends and family would come see or do.  I know if I want to do something, I need to plan it.  My birthday will be on a Saturday, how perfect is that?

Mr. Wild turns 40 this fall and he wants to avoid all the fanfare.  The grey hairs must be getting to him.  Recently, upon leaning in close, I noticed his salty grey along the temples.  It's hard to notice because his hair is reddish blond and if he doesn't wear a beard, you really can't tell.  I see the crow's feet around his eyes.  I love him all the more for it.  They look good on him, but I think he's very self-conscious about it.  I did like though when he announced that he wasn't going to bother keeping the hair up front long to cover his receding hair line.  I felt like shouting, "Good for you."  I think he figures he's pretty lucky.  He likes to point out all the guys our age and younger who are bald.  Not to make fun of, mind you, just that we're so surprised that we've reached that age point, I guess.

Geez, that's about enough for today, and my lunch break is over.