"We're all just walking each other home." - - Ram Dass

Thursday, August 19, 2010

Hung by a Soap Rope

Caution: To anyone with actual problems in your life, this may annoy you. This is not my biggest concern, or really in fact all that tragic…more just sad…that this is my life.

The other day I ran out of deodorant, so in my daring and oh-so spontaneous way, I decide to try a new kind. Then, they got me with the matching spray. This is a splurge item for me…does the rest of my body need to match my armpits? I decided, yes.


Getting the rush of adrenalin in my head, I see the MATCHING SOAP to go with my spray that matches my armpits…I can’t have the smell of my soap competing with my perfectly aligned other smells - so that makes its way into my cart.

I cannot express to you my delight as I get ready for my shower the next morning (as I also got new face moisturizer)…until I open my soap. I am horrified.

It smells like airport terminal soap.

To be exact, it smells like O’Hare International Airport bathroom soap. I don’t know if it is because I have spent more time at the O’Hare terminal than other airports waiting that this smell is distinctly theirs, or, if they have their own special horrific brew made right there in the Windy City.

Maybe I should disclose this tid-bit about myself: I have a freakishly good sense of smell, which latches itself on to most of my memories (which I also retain forever). I’m talking I know when someone is about to pass gas before it leaves the person. And I could identify each of my family members by smell alone in this regard.  A real "who-done-it" detective...
 Van Gogh and Emily Dickinson had their demons, I have mine….

Anyway, I tell you this so that you know I am not lying to you. Its airport soap. Now I have a predicament. In addition to the one in my shower, I have three more bars of this stuff.

I can’t simply just replace the soap and allow my soap smell to compete. I now know that matching all of my fragrances is an option, and I’m afraid I can’t go back.

Where does that leave me? I can’t possibly go and buy new deodorant and body spray to replace my 3 day old ones I purchased...

So, here I sit. Smelling like a flight leaving gate 25a.

Monday, August 16, 2010

Current Whimsy

I have a current whimsy... are you ready for it??... a tattoo. I really didn't have anything against them before, I just could never think of anything that I would want permanently on my body...

But then, I saw these footprints.  I also think it would be cool with fingerprints:
Or also love the kid's drawing one:

Or this one is just cool because Ava means little bird:
Now, I could never get one where it would always show (I'm too uptight for that) and every place I could cover it up is hideous (think small of your back, hipbone. eh. I can't continue).  That leaves me with on the back of my neck that I could cover up with my hair, so only show it when I wanted to.  Also, with my hair being thick, I could even have it in a low ponytail, and people wouldn't necessarily see it. 

Don't worry mom if you are reading this, like most things I want to do (like eat right and exercise) I never quite get around to it...but those of you that have tattoos should get one like this so I can look at it :)