I Haz Them...

I've come to realise that my blog is like the opposite of a 'fairweather friend', for which I know of no word or word combo.  When times were a little tough, first world style, I found myself constantly looking around for things to write about.  Now, when the sun is shining (metaphorically and literally), little comical musings are going unmused or unreported, though I still greedily search my two favourite blogs for updates. 

I have, however, collected a couple of first world problems for your consideration.

1) We had air conditioning installed last week.  It's still not properly wired up, but it's wired up well enough for us to learn that when the fan is on at mid range speed or above, it blows stuff off the coffee table.  Like lolly wrappers.

2) The new designer light that I bought my lil pal for his birthday last week smells.  I've never known a traffic cone to have such an overwhelming stench, but then I've never met a brand new one, have only had one indoors once (university...  where it was practically a prerequisite) and I've never put a heat source inside one.

3) I'm worried that 'Planet 31' is not going to come out in 3D.  I have the glasses... I just need a fun movie to see (and Avatar is not the fun movie I am looking for).

4) I think I have got used to the feeling of being full and I think that it is becoming my new normal.  Not long after lunch I am thinking about the next flavour I need, despite the fact that the stomach is full and appetite sated.  I blame constant birthday and christmas functions... and the ham I bought for a bonus farewell picnic squeezed between birthday and christmas functions.

In other news, the Judy Blume books I bought on Ebay have arrived.  Judging by the reaction of all the women present at the lovely dinner party attended tonight, this is going to be one popular little library of young adult fiction.  Might make myself up some library cards and some sort of cataloguing system.  As an aside, one of the ten books is actually a book of letters received by Judy Blume over the years and compiled as a guide for parents, apparently.  One quick look at the contents page and I was immediately drawn to page 168... where all the letters about touching oneself  'in your special place' can be found, brought on, apparently, by the experiences of one 'Deenie' in the book Deenie.  I look forward to rereading that book and trying to figure out why I never really knew about female masturbation in my teens.  I can only assume that, like in Forever, my innocent mind interpreted the words differently - I never could understand how 'he' could 'come' when he had been in the room the whole time.

PS - is this image horribly insensitive, or does it help to demonstrate that I realise how trivial everything I think and do is in contrast to poverty and hunger?