Tom Cruise and adult diapers. Yep, Random Tuesday Thoughts


I can be as random as the next person, right? What’s funny is that I always have these random ramblings while I’m driving Jonah to school, or on the way to the store, or while I’m reading “Guess How Much I Love You” for the gazillionth time–but I don’t ever seem to have them when I can actually write them down! Let’s see what I can come up with today.

I don’t understand dogs–I am definitely NOT the dog whisperer. Some dog behaviors, however, are more perplexing than others. For instance, I don’t get why a dog who will lick his own balls after taking a dump and actively seek out the cat’s vomit for a midday snack, will approach his food bowl with caution and disdain at feeding time. Seriously, what is up with that?

Speaking of things I don’t get, high on that list is Tom Cruise. I seriously don’t get his popularity. First of all, he’s short! Meaning he has “little man’s disease”–you know it, you’ve seen it! Second, he doesn’t act. He just plays himself wearing different costumes. Colonel Claus von Stauffenberg ((Valkyrie)) was Ethan Hunt ((Mission Impossible)) in Nazi garb. Ethan Hunt was Jerry Maguire ((Jerry Maguire, duh!)) with cool gadgets. Jerry Maguire was Maverick ((If you need the title of this movie, you are too young to read this blog.)) with less interesting friends. Maverick was Joel Goodsen ((Risky Business)) in a flight suit. And Joel was just Tom Cruise in his underwear. Nope, I just don’t get it.

Going with no segue at all, while I know it’s not nice to make fun of others, when I see ads for adult disposable diapers I just have to chuckle. I’m sure karma will get the last laugh ((Pun intended, in case you were wondering.)) and I’ll be wearing these in 30 years. Hell, I already have to clench my cooter when I laugh (stupid childbirth!).

And on a childbirth note (kind of), spring really must be on its way, if the number of itty, bitty, baby lizards I’ve seen around are any indication. They are so dang cute–except when they appear on my carpet as regurgitated cat food. Ugh.

Yep, spring. I’m seeing mud dauber wasps in the afternoon heat. I really hate those things. Time to go out and try and find their stupid nests. They especially like small, one-way openings so they build their nests in our sliding glass door tracks. ((Of course we don’t open our windows in the summer. Are you crazy?))

Well, I think this has been pretty random. Your turn. Hit me with your randomness! Leave your random comments below. ๐Ÿ˜›