The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly
I'm giving you the bad first because you'll need the rest after reading the bad:
I met a guy today and, after finding out that i was a Christian, this guy decided to explain what he had been doing all morning.
"I went to Palm Springs where they were having a huge AIDS walk and I had a big sign that said, 'STOP LIVING A LIFE OF SIN AND REBELLION. TURN TO GOD.'," he said proudly. Then he went on to say that these people got AIDS because God was punishing them. "A couple people flipped me off, but I could tell: some people really thought about what I was saying. I mean, they I had to, they have to wonder where it came from."
Needless to say, I had some rage.
The good:
I called my grandmother today (the one with cancer) to tell her I was coming over tomorrow to bake cookies (some for Scott, some for her).
"So what's your favorite kind of cookie?"
"Peanut butter. And chocolate chip. But no hippie cookies."
"Hippie cookies?"
"Yeah, you know... with the whole wheat... whatever it's called. And they're all... grainy. And they have... stuff... in them. I don't know WHAT they are. THEY'RE NOT COOKIES!" Her rage by the end of that sentence was tantamount to my rage above.
"I promise not to make hippie cookies."
The ugly.
I was in the shower tonight and realized I was all of a sudden shaving my right leg. As this was not my intention and not my plan when I had entered the shower I immediately stopped.
Now I have half a shaved right leg and a hairy left leg. It's winter; why do I need to shave?
Comments
Clearly you are a woman of great restraint for not knocking said date over the head with his idiotic sign.
Posted by: Heather | October 29, 2006 5:45 AM
That guy, that sign guy, I went out with him last weekend. Idiot.
Posted by: heather anne | October 29, 2006 5:57 AM
Heather from Canada, I have to be a woman of great restraint--my hands already hurt too much from punching my punching bag.
Heather Anne, every new thing I hear about that guy from last weekend makes me have even more rage. As soon as this guy told me about his sign I got reinforcements and got out of the conversation stat. I can't imagine talking to him for longer than a few minutes.
Posted by: Abigail | October 29, 2006 7:38 AM
I commend you on your decision to not shave...I am weak and shave all year long. Of course i also like to avoid being called a cactus.
Posted by: kassi | October 29, 2006 6:15 PM
I shave all winter long usually because of a story my aunt shared with me that involved not shaving, needing emergency medical attention, and a really hot attending physician.
However, I had been declaring that everything below the waist was SHUT DOWN until further notice & had not shaved a bit to prove my point...and then broke down and did it b/c I was wearing a skirt for part of my Halloween costume. Doh. I really wanted to see how long I could tolerate going without...
Posted by: diane | October 29, 2006 6:30 PM
Aaha, so I am not the only girl who takes a break in winter! (summer for you - I think I will have difficulty returning to the seasons of the northern hemisphere)
Abigail, did you spit water all over him? (just a thought)
Your grandmother is definitely one of the coolest ladies on the planet! Grainy, 'healthy', whole cookies? Bullshit! Can you imagine - there is a granny somewhere on the planet, lovingly feeding her grandchild 12 grain cookies?
Posted by: Aakanksha | October 30, 2006 8:19 AM
Kassi, I went to an all-girls high school. I have no shame.
Diane, you know, I always heard that reason but no one ever specified that the attending physician would be hot. I need to re-think a lot of things now, I think.
Aakanksha, mostly I take a break all-year round. It's an unbreakable habit. Why would I shave all the time if I could not shave all the time?
Re: the guy, I tried to change the subject but then he just enraged me more so I made a quick exit and let my friend talk to him.
Grandace specifically requested more cookies! more cookies! last night. It was poetry.
Posted by: Abigail | October 30, 2006 2:25 PM
I shave so I can try to guilt my husband into shaving his mutant prickly pear cactus face every day. Otherwise, I walk around randomly abraded.
That guy... sigh. Shouldn't we be organizing the AIDS walk, running the relief stations, duh duh duh!!
Good of you to walk away. It's so hard to refrain from smacking folk.
Happy NaBloPoMo-ing.
Posted by: miriam | November 4, 2006 4:01 AM