Ya got to accentuate the positive..

I wonder how long it will be before someone claims Isabel was sent by terrorists?

I'm actually quite disturbed by Isabel and have been worried about stewlis. I'm sure they'll be safe, but well, you know I'm a compulsive worrier. Anyway, I had to preface the following so I didn't sound like an insensitive chump. The media is driving me nuts with this whole Isabel thing. I've been reading CNN and watching the progress some. What bugs me is that they kept interrupting regular broadcasting to update us all on the situation. Now, I can understand giving your viewers access to breaking news, but for the love of Gene, make it NEWS! I swear, today they just wanted to let us know it was like, raining in North Carolina now. No kidding. And hey! There's this wind stuff too! This is not breaking news, folks! That's what hurricanes do! Aarrgh.

I didn't win the shuttle I mentioned, which was more than alright, but I did win a new tatting book for $2.75, which I'm pretty happy about. I've officially decided to try to do some selling. This is troublesome since I tend to watch that kind of thing obsessively, and I don't really need a bunch of listings to agonize over. I've been feeling increasingly unhappy with the clutter in my life lately, though. We have stuff everywhere. Seriously, it's ridiculous. No one needs this much junk.. we don't even use most of it. My parents lived in this place when I was little, and my mom is fond of saying that they didn't have nearly as much junk in here as we do with a family of four. It makes me feel.. disoriented after a while, and unable to concentrate on anything. Much like when my husband is playing his mandolin very loudly right behind my ear, actually. :p Completely lost my train of thought. Oh, right, disoriented. Oh, lucky me, now he's playing along with a midi. *laugh* I give up. I got a foot massage with lotion tonight, completely out of the blue, so I won't complain too much. :)

I've battled restlessness on and off this afternoon and evening. I think it could possibly be because I haven't left the house since Tuesday. I made a half-resolution, though.. if I get antsy, I have to go clean something, and finish it even if I stop being antsy two minutes after I start. Today it was the bathroom. I even took the first step at removing clutter in my life by going through the cabinets in there and throwing out bottles of junk that I know I'll never use. Four bottles of nearly empty conditioner that have no shampoo to match--yes, I'm quite the matched brand snob for haircare products--and one half-empty shampoo, all those tiny bottles of hotel shampoo and bars of soap, that kind of thing. I'm somewhat of a packrack, so this is a big step for me. :)

I miss Poppy Mountain. I should, by rights, be up there right now, tossing fried veggies into baskets and whining about my feet. I don't particularly miss the festival, oddly enough. I'm not a huge fan of the whole music thing, in general. It's only fun in retrospect, though, and at least I know that well enough that we're not still doing it. (Concessions.. my parents and aunt/uncle did it for three years.) I doubt I'd even be able to do much with it.. I have a strong suspicion that's what ruined my shoulders.

This entry is boring me half to death, so I can't imagine why you're still reading this. I'll go off to bed inow. Just one more thing.. for some reason I found this really cute. Iraq related but not negative this time, so there. Tennesseans in Iraq: link. :)