Watch what you watch.

Isn't it odd how just seeing something can trigger physical reactions in people? Take me watching some little piglets being born last night at the state fair. First it was excitement, then it was nausea, then it was dizzy, then it was lights out. Couldn't do it. I've never been one for guts and glory, makes me want to puke. Speaking of puke, I can't handle that either. If I see vomit, or even smell it, I too will vomit. I like to think these reactions are a sign of my sensitivity towards others. Perhaps I was physically feeling the pain of that mother sow, pain so intense it can cause one to lose consciousness. Yeah, let's go with that, it sounds so compassionate.

I'm sorry, I forgot my compass at home.

I know, it's been a while, I've missed you too. I think I was avoiding the blog because it reminded me of Rio and whenever I think of Rio I get sad because I wish I was there again. So I was having a discussion with a pal the other day and realized the topic of said discussion was a pretty important one. Important enough for a blog you ask? Absolutely.

Why is it that men always have this type of internal compass that causes them to be the worst direction-givers ever? For instance, don't tell me to head east on Main St. I am not a mountaineer, I don't carry a compass, I see no sun dial close by, and unless the sun is rising or setting I have no freaking clue which direction is east. Forward, backward, right or left, these four words should be the only words allowed in describing directions to any woman on earth.

Things are, however, looking up. I hear there's a compass app for the iphone so maybe I should get that.