I spent the morning volunteering in Ethan’s classroom (who, by the way, is the Star Student this week.) While I was there, the principle came in to tell Ethan’s teacher some exciting news. Some news that might make a certain blogger I know a wee bit jealous.
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The Lord loveth a cheerful giver.
I just spent the last hour at a place I like to refer to as Hell. Most people call it the Department of Motor Vehicles. I can always count on seeing or hearing something I have never heard before in my life while I’m there. Today, it was a very beautiful woman with long braids and a cute hat who wanted to share something of hers with me.
Should I stay or should I go?
I’m still red.
Tonight was my sister’s surprise 30th birthday party. I was chattin’ it up with her friends and telling stories of my sister as a child. Anyone who’s ever met me in person would tell you I’m a very animated talker. I use crazy, mad body language skillz, yo. Anyway, I’m telling someone a story and I do this very big hand movement which sends my arm, fists clenched, behind my body. I didn’t realise a woman was behind me and I punched her right in the gut. She made a little “ugh” sound and bent over. I.Felt.So.Stupid. I felt my face got hot from embarassment, but lucky for me, she started laughing. We both started laughing, then everyone that saw started laughing. I apologized all night, but she wasn’t mad at all.
I can’t think of a time in my life that I’ve felt like such an ass. Ok, there’s the time I farted in the front row of church, tried to blame the little girl sitting next to me by looking at her, plugging my nose and saying “ewwwwwwwwww”, only to have a lady behind me say very loudly “Don’t even try it, y, YOU did it, I heard you!” But I was only 16 then, I’m like, an adult now so I was totally embarassed.
Oh well, at least she didn’t throw up or go into convulsions with all of the power that was in that punch. She must work out.
Mucho Gracias.
Yesterday was just awful… Except for the moment where I stepped outside to find a box with my name on it from Amazon.
Thank you, Etherian for the PINK blankets!! They’re piiiiink!! I don’t think I’ve ever had anything pink in my house before. Thanks for thinking of me and my baby girl, if you only knew how much it meant to me, especially yesterday!
They’re just make believe, right?
Dear people who dress up as clowns for a living,
If it’s possible, could you please wait until you arrive at the place where you will be performing as a clown to put on your makeup, wig and outfit? That would be greatly appreciated because it freaks me out to have to sit at a red light next to you.
Thanks!
Holey comfort!
I hate spending money on underwear. Especially bras. If you ask me, it’s a waste of money. Sure, it’s something we need, but I don’t get off on going to Victoria Secrets (and spending ungodly amounts of money) to buy panties and bras like most women I know.. I have a few pair of pretty, sexy ones, but I totally admit I prefer the ol’ cotton granny panties/bikini cut hanes to the fancy shit. I think the last time I bought my underwear, it was a 10 pack at Costco for like $9.99. That’s right folks, $1 panty. just the way I like it.
The Great Divide.
Lalalalallalalaaaaaa I can’t hear you.
Why do people feel so free to use words like “Nipple” and “moist” and “pimple” in conversations? I don’t like those words. Those words make my skin crawl. Those words make me feel like a scared little girl. Those words make me feel as though I need a violation shower. Especially when it’s someone I hardly know. I would never say “nipple” to a stranger. Ever. What the hell is wrong with people?
File this one under "things I could have lived without knowing."
I ran into my friend while out and about. This friend just had a hysterectomy. I was asking her how she was feeling and she went into detail about the changes her body is experiencing. I was ok with what she was saying until she blurted this out.
“My sex life is non existent because I can’t get wet.”
I didn’t react, so she thought perhaps she needed to clarify. She leaned in and semi-whispered…
“I can’t get moist, I lack moisture.”
I think she may have ruined our friendship because I do not know how I’m ever going to be able to look her in the eye again.