Monday Musings.

This falls under the "Is nothing sacred!?!" category - Olympic badminton players booted for match-throwing?  I am as competitive as the next person (and maybe quite a BIT more competitive than the next person), but the need to win, to be the best, to be on top is really getting out of hand.  Steroids, human growth hormones, drugs; the things people put into their bodies to be the best is just logic-defying.  Of course, most of that drive is fueled by greed -- let's face it; is there any reason some very tall person who barely squeaked through high school (then was fast-walked through college) should be paid millions of dollars a year?  And families are out on the street, losing their homes?  This country is definitely unbalanced.

Charlie Horse.  I had one.  Then I spent way too much time trying to figure out where that term came from (from whence cometh that term?).  Was Charlie Augustus BoDidley kicked in the leg by his horse back in 1804?  Did Charlie's horse have problems with his legs?  Is this an old American Indian ailment?  All I know for sure is that it felt like something kicked me....

Optical illusion - glancing in my rear view mirror this morning, I gasp --  Good lord!  Did I leave the house without combing my hair??? (It wouldn't be the first time, especially on a Monday.)  No, thank goodness.  It's the bundle of electronet in the back of the car.

Seething Sitting in traffic last week, I was trapped behind a large sparkly white Lexus SUV which sported the following license plate:  INDMAND.  From what I could see from the driver, it was a sleek, sparkly blond woman with lots of bling - the sun glinted off her jewelry as she lifted her cell phone to her ear.  If I ever put together a dictionary, right next to "Vanity Plates" I would put her picture.  I mean.  Really.  As the lane of traffic to my right inched by (notice, I was in the stationery lane), I spotted another vanity plate - BLSKYABV.  It was attached to a powder blue Cadillac with a resin sculpture of an alligator holding a golf ball in its mouth.  I don't think I need to elaborate on that one.

This made me wonder about why anyone would want to make their license plates stand out.  These must be people who a) never break the law; b) always drive the speed limit; c) have no one out to get them.  (Well, Ms. INDMAND seems to have quite a following, and she must want them to get her....)  Me?  I would rather fade into the furniture.  I revel in mediocrity.