Louder, louder please

DAMN IT! Damn it! Damn it!!

Sometimes saying it alone in my room isn't enough...this is better, but I wish it were louder.

no smile for you...

Since when is being polite code for "hey I want you to leer at me and call be baby!!!"
I was at the gas station buying a soda and I walk in front of this harmless looking man who bends down to get a bag of chips just as I cross in front of him. I almost run into him, stoping short cutting off his reach to the chips. I smile and politely say "sorry." He then leers at me and says [I kid you not] "No problem, baby" in this oily voice. I was so mad! I also felt a little violated.
I hate being called baby, no matter who does it. I can count on one hand how many times its happened, but it never sounds like an endearment. It either sounds belittleing or whiny. The other thing that made me mad was that I couldn't tell from just looking that this guy was one of "those" guys. The kind that leer, etc.
I'd really like men to have to wear t-shirts or badges that let you know exactly who they are. Something like: If you make eye contact, I will think you're into me. Or Hi I'm a nice guy, if your polite so am I. Or maybe even, I'm unavailable. Or If I were a cartoon I'd be a snake with some big gold bling hanging around my neck... I don't know... something.
This guy looked normal in work coveralls, so unsuspecting but he was a sleezoid. The rest of the day I felt like I wanted to walk around with my head down and not making eye contact for fear someone else would think I'm giving them an invitation to call me 'baby' making my skin crawl.
"Baby, baby, baby.... ugh!!"

Disclaimer: Sometimes I overreact to the mundane or the simply unimportant. I believe its called being obsessive ;>

Funny me...

Ok yesterday my friend Chris and I were talking birthdays. Mine is the next in line, and its July 21st. So I started thinking ok I will be twenty-six this year... "la dee da" I go merrily on my way. Then I see my age on my blog thingy and realize I will be twenty-seven this year!! Ok, I know its not really momentus, but its so funny, so very me.
I usually go ahead and say I'm the next age up after Christmas time. But this year I only thought I had done that... so now I'm all a muddle. Good thing I have a blog so I can keep track of how old I am!!
Well at least this year I don't feel like I'm going nowhere fast. In fact I feel twenty-seven and I like it... go figure. I just hope I can remember how old I am until July...

Another me scenario, after work on Wednesday I decide to drive to Columbus before church. I leave my mom a message and then put my cell phone on the seat next to me. On the way a gravel truck in front of me decides to turn and I put on the breaks (ok, I break hard, I was speeding). That's when my cell phone slides off the seat of the truck into a big glass of iced tea in my cup holder. I, of course, don't notice. I drive to Columbus and run my erands. Then I realize Mom hasn't called me back. That's when I find my phone bathing in my tea. I laugh very hard for a while, and remember that I can go get another phone in town. But wait! All my numbers are lost!! I am not the kind of girl who writes them down, I just enter them into my phone. Now I alternate between laughter and anger. So I head over to the CellONE office and redeem my free phone upgrade that I turned down two weeks ago via telemarketer. And reenter as many numbers as I can for the next couple of days...

A note for all you readers out there: When you make your phone list on your cell and save the number, you are not saving it to your SIM card, which is the harddrive of your phone. You are just saving to your phone's memory. You have to manually save each number to your SIM if you want to really save them, then your SIM can go to each new phone you have. Because even tea doesn't corrupt your SIM. Lesson learned!

gift-wrapped

God's gifts aren't always tied up with pink bows. Sometimes the strings aren't tied up at all. There are times in life when his gifts are unexpected. There are times when his gifts unfurl gradually like the opening of a bud.

There are days when you feel decisively odd or less than attractive, so you talk with God. You tell it like it is, and God that he is, he takes it right on the kisser- without need for apology. In turn he doesn't lay you out, as you so equally deserve, but instead gives you peace, contentment. Now this contentment comes only in waves, as the sea. You are not submerged in it. No, gently it rolls over you. Bathing you. Then you, of course being you, try to resurface and it rolls away. Out once more, only to come in again. A sea of contentment. A gift.

A dear friend allows herself to be the fragrance of peace and assurance. And through the rare rose of friendship you see that maybe there is nothing implacably wrong with you. Maybe you are not as odd as you thought. Maybe you are... just tall.

During a Lenten luncheon you sit next to an elderly lady you have never met. In the middle of the hymn sing she motions for you to lean near. She needs to tell you something. Taking you quite by surprise she whispers, "you are beautiful."

The gift's of God are complex and simple, big and small, instant and in progress. They are your journey, and they are your pain. These gifts are sweet, severe mercies. Gifts that leave scars and rejoicing. Whose remembrance is sweet, like the giver. These gifts call on us to say thanks be to God. To cry out: Thanks be to God. Because sometimes those are the only words the soul knows to say.

Jack

Jack is my (for lack of better term) god-nephew. I am known as Auntie Dani, which I love!
He is the most beautiful little boy, so sweet and funny- he get's the funny part from me, it has nothing to do with his parents.. ;>
Anyhoo... I was watching him the other night and he had a little fever, he was teething. So, he was fussy and needy.

SIDE NOTE: Most of the time he isn't a snuggler, you know. Some babies are... not this little man! He has never been one who liked to be held close, even as a newborn Jess would hold him and he'd sprawl out and want as much room as possible.

I hate it when he feels bad like this... really! But when he is sick, all he wants is to sit with his Dani and watch cartoons or Conan the Barbarian... (ok, he doesn't care what's on TV). But he just sits there, all cuddled close and its so bloody fabulous!! I mean it's like "could I love this little man anymore!" I'm glad you're better Jackie-boy but I miss the couch time!