It's off to the beach for me.
Can't wait to get myself on beach time.
Even better...island time.
No shoes.
No problems (living in denial...but so what).
Only sunshine & sand.
At least that's what I'm hoping for.

That is...if Hubby & I don't kill each other on the long ride south (I'll keep you posted).
If it rains, I'm sure you'll hear from me.
I'll post my pics when I get back.

For now...here's how I ended my day yesterday.
I was looking for peace & I even think I found it while waiting for the ferry.

Ever feel like it's all
A fragile house of cards?
I mean...
I have a lot of good things in my life
I do...
But, man...it's getting awfully windy
Around here lately.

OK...I have this rash on my right forearm...but you can't really see it...unless you hold it up to the light just right. It itches like a small bitch & I don't know what it is. My Hubby swears that he can barely see it & that it isn't poison ivy. I'm just hoping against hope that it isn't some sort of flesh eating bacteria...because I doubt I'd be good at handling that.

I'm thinking it's either stress or some weird germ I picked up at the DMV 2 days ago when I leaned on the counter in frustration at their serious lack of speed or comprehension. I'd take a pic to show you...but all you'd see is a pale arm & you'd have to imagine the faint rash (same as you would have to do in non Blogger life).

While looking for a pic...I searched Google Images for "rash"...ugh...how disgusting...don't do it if you know what's good for you (if you currently don't have a rash...you will after looking at these fine examples of puke-i-tude).

What do you do...
If you know something...
But people don’t know that you know...
& it’s about you...
& they talk...
but not to you...

Don’t you just hate when your paranoia...
Is justified?

This link kills me....

So...she turned the channel on the TV I was watching without even looking my way to ask me if she could. Was it me...or should she have had the human courtesy to ask me first?

I sat there on the stationary bike, in the middle of the gym, & pondered this while thinking about maybe growing a spine when I noticed what she had turned the channel to...get this...she was watching "Full House" & laughing...laughing out loud even...while watching...um..."Full House" ??? I didn't really think that this was possible.

Was she laughing at Bob Saget...or Blackie...or those creepy anorexic twins? (wasn't the middle daughter a drug addict after that show too). No. no. no...it all was too surreal for me to comprehend. One of us must have been crazy & I'm thinking it truly was not me this time.

So, I took some time to smell the roses today. OK, that’s just not true. I had to visit a joyful place. I had to go to the Social Security office to finally change my name with them...couldn’t they just talk to the idiots who issued me a driver’s license with my married damn name on it? Oh no...those are the very same fuckers who simply will not renew my license without proof of my married name (which they already...oh by the way...accepted allfrigginready).

I heeded out in search of the closest office. It was in a lovely new office complex. Posh lobby complete with a shiny chandelier, the spiffy elevator (I swear...you could have eaten off the floors they were so clean & new) carried me to the second floor. I walked down a swanky artwork covered hallway & opened the doors to government agency hell. They managed to take a beautiful new building & create a corner of cheap filth in what little time the building has been open. The linoleum floors already had that yellowish grime on them that I’ve only seen at the Department of Motor Vehicles.

I took a number & sat down on a plastic chair with one short leg. I spent my time tilting back & forth on my funky, falling apart chair (every time I leaned forward or back...the legs of the chair hit the floor with a bang...I was hoping to annoy all those around me so they’d push me to the front of the damn line...) what happened instead was:

The woman sitting to my left (her right leg overflowed from her chair onto mine & she was touching me)...she also kept itching her head (& we are now talking little lady-like itches...she was full on SCRATCHING her scalp like there was something IN THERE...ugh)...I couldn’t move to another chair...because they were all taken.

I tried to concentrate on something else...but the overhead speaker that was supposed to be calling the next number was silent except for this awful yet constant BUZZING that would not stop. In my left ear all I heard was itch, itch, itttccchhhh & in my right...BUUUUUUZZZZZ. Torture, I was thinking that’s what this was until I saw the poster on the wall of a gun in a circle with a line through it. Were they trying to tell me that I couldn’t bring a gun in there? A little blood & guts would definitely get this line moving.

Why did I change my name anyway? Should I file this under...stupid things women do for love?