Very Sweaty Sunday

 I did my hill before the heat kicked in this morning.  I think I was too late.  Oh my god, did I sweat.  I was going to do more walking but I found my car and the air conditioning.  I know it's going to be hotter than this.  I finished getting my goal steps walking around Whole Foods and Target.  I definitely got my activity points today.  And used a lot of the deodorant that was in my car.  I probably should have brought it inside with me.  Oh well, the car will smell nice, I guess.

I passed a couple walking in front of me.  Kind of looked twentyish maybe?  I'm not sure because all I could see from the back was the girl's butt cheeks.  Good grief, I'm going to sound like an old lady but a skirt doesn't need to be that short.  I didn't want to see the front. I figured I'd go around them.  

My mom got pissed off at my Aunt Jules after she bought my sister and I halter tops when we were kids.  We never wore them.  If my mom saw this girl, she'd say cover your g-damn ass.  I just think it.

I get kids want to wear what they want to wear.  When you have a good metabolism, I'm kind of on their side.  My parents weren't puritans but you were going to cover the parts that should be covered.  

I am surprised at some of the younger women and what they wear.  Or don't wear.  I think yes, you should be able to wear what you want but if you are trying to be sexy, you can do it without showing your ass cheeks.  Get some good mascara, watch some YouTube videos on eyeliner and find a good lip color that doesn't make you look like you ate lipstick for lunch. 

The last time I went to Nordstrom, I found a nice eye shadow stick that I thought was fantastic. I have something similar now but at the time, the sales person wanted me to try this red lipstick because she thought my eyes would pop.  No, they didn't.  I said I look like a whore.  Sorry.  Not my color.  Bright red.  Really gaudy.  Reminded me of an old whore that sat across from me for a year.  Always talked dirty to her Match.com dates.

I'm getting off subject, aren't I?  It's got to be a hard world for parents between horrible clothing choices and social media.  My old manager from my first job would send me screen shots or tell me what her neighbor's daughter was doing on SnapChat. I didn't want to know and in the words of Tim Walz, "Mind Your Damn Business" but apparently her neighbor's daughter was putting up provocative videos or talking about depression in a disturbing way.  She told her neighbor about it.  I would have been made fun of that age if Instagram or Facebook was available.  I definitely would have been depressed.

I long for the day when I can wear shorts that snap and can go farther up my knee or my love handles were less to handle.  Geez.  I do envy the young people that can wear whatever they want, but I wish they would wear more.  

I did have outfits that I would have fallen into the do you want to cover up category?  I probably went more adventurous in my 20s, especially with this one dress that buttoned up the side and had a slit that if the wind flew up, you could see more of my leg. I wore a body suit underneath it and of course, my least favorite fashion memory - panty hose.  These days, if someone wore that dress and the wind blew, you would probably see the nether regions.  I maybe took a chance here and there, but I don't think I was an R rated movie label.

Today, my mom talked to a very nice woman about housing and she wanted me to call this government assistance place.  I pulled it up on my phone and I wasn't surprised to see the rating of 1.8.  I was familiar with the area over the years and it's actually a nice neighborhood but I didn't think the places were that nice.  The area was near where I used to work in college and I had things about the neighborhood that were bad. I thanked the woman and told my mom NO.  My mom knew it too.  I so very appreciate the woman's help.  She thought it was awful that we have a leaky bath tub. 

The only bed bug we have is downstairs.  It's tough for all of us right now.  We will figure it out.  We will be ok.

If I say it enough times, I might even believe it!