Dear Diary,
I encountered Chatty Cathy Diet Coke drinker at the gym again. I have successfully avoided her over the past few weeks. However, today I failed in my endeavor and was nearly forced into conversation with her. I believe she would have pursued speaking with me and attempting to distract me from my workout so she could avoid her own, but instead she read my shirt. Much to her dislike she wrinkled her face and gave me the once over before moving on to her next victim. Apparently my shirt which read "Nerds have bigger hard drives" was offensive to her. Carrying in a Diet Coke to quench her thirst at the gym is completely appropriate though.
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
It's a bird, it's a plane
Dear Diary,
Today while leisurely drinking my morning coffee, I looked out my window and saw a man walking down the street. He was carrying what looked to be a wrapped up bumper for a car. I thought it was a little odd that he was carrying this down the street into a residential neighborhood but a little home mechanics never hurts. As I continued to watch, I was perplexed about whether the man actually thought he was a person or a car. As he neared the corner, he swung wide and rounded the corner as though he was actually in the car the bumper was meant for. If he Googles for directions, I wonder if he enters "by car" or "walking"?!
Today while leisurely drinking my morning coffee, I looked out my window and saw a man walking down the street. He was carrying what looked to be a wrapped up bumper for a car. I thought it was a little odd that he was carrying this down the street into a residential neighborhood but a little home mechanics never hurts. As I continued to watch, I was perplexed about whether the man actually thought he was a person or a car. As he neared the corner, he swung wide and rounded the corner as though he was actually in the car the bumper was meant for. If he Googles for directions, I wonder if he enters "by car" or "walking"?!
Monday, May 24, 2010
Legs
Dear Diary,
Today while shopping at Home Depot, a man close to stopped in his tracks to stare at my legs. Yes, I am aware my legs are white to the point of being nearly translucent, but I did not think it was cause to stare them down. Now had the guy given me the once over, from head to toe, I could possibly understand the need to stare. This would make more sense to me because I was outfitted in sneakers, shorts, a sweatshirt, a hat, and to complete the ensemble I had on a scarf. The day had been around 60 but it was cooling down. It made perfect sense to me to put on a scarf to stay warm though I'm well aware of how odd it must have looked. Instead the guy was awestruck by my pasty white legs.
Today while shopping at Home Depot, a man close to stopped in his tracks to stare at my legs. Yes, I am aware my legs are white to the point of being nearly translucent, but I did not think it was cause to stare them down. Now had the guy given me the once over, from head to toe, I could possibly understand the need to stare. This would make more sense to me because I was outfitted in sneakers, shorts, a sweatshirt, a hat, and to complete the ensemble I had on a scarf. The day had been around 60 but it was cooling down. It made perfect sense to me to put on a scarf to stay warm though I'm well aware of how odd it must have looked. Instead the guy was awestruck by my pasty white legs.
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Silver Flash
Dear Diary,
Today I was driving. I was driving the speed limit, stopping for pedestrians, and making full stops at stop signs. I think one could say I was being a mindful driver. So I was driving in my own lane, which was on the left side. The two lanes were merging into one when out of no where a Lincoln Continental speed by almost side swiped me! It was so close I came to almost a complete stop to avoid getting hit. I would like to add that the early to mid 70s Continentals spanned in 233.4 inches! That is an awful lot of car to get swiped by! It was like a silver torpedo. There was the front, then mid front, then driver door, more of the door, then some back, more back, and finally the rear. Said driver then went on to fail to signal, drive in two lanes, and almost rear end another car. Perhaps said driver needs to re-take the drivers exam?!
Today I was driving. I was driving the speed limit, stopping for pedestrians, and making full stops at stop signs. I think one could say I was being a mindful driver. So I was driving in my own lane, which was on the left side. The two lanes were merging into one when out of no where a Lincoln Continental speed by almost side swiped me! It was so close I came to almost a complete stop to avoid getting hit. I would like to add that the early to mid 70s Continentals spanned in 233.4 inches! That is an awful lot of car to get swiped by! It was like a silver torpedo. There was the front, then mid front, then driver door, more of the door, then some back, more back, and finally the rear. Said driver then went on to fail to signal, drive in two lanes, and almost rear end another car. Perhaps said driver needs to re-take the drivers exam?!
Sunday, May 2, 2010
You are loved
Dear Diary,
My friend and I were walking down the street downtown. A guy hanging out yells as we pass by, "Did you know I love you?" My friend responds, "Nope!" The guy replies, "No! Not you!"
My friend and I were walking down the street downtown. A guy hanging out yells as we pass by, "Did you know I love you?" My friend responds, "Nope!" The guy replies, "No! Not you!"
Park Tour
Dear Diary,
This week I have been taking my dog on a little tour of parks. Each day, weather permitting, we visited a different park and went running and/or exploring. All of the parks were lovely. However the most memorable of the week was definitely the first park we visited. Now I do not want to go naming names so I will call it Park One. Upon parking in the parking lot of Park One, my dog got very excited because she saw another canine friend. Generally she is very patient but in the name of puppy play she jumped out of the car and took off. When she pulls stunts similar to this, it turns into quite the game to get her back into the car or onto her leash. She runs, she leaps, she romps around. All the while looking at me with those puppy dog eyes saying, "Look at me go mom!" So she has trained me to play the game back so she does not know I am concerned about her.
So I step away from the car and start calling her. She is fleeing for a field and having the time of her life. Meantime on the other side of the parking lot, opposite the field, this woman begin screaming! Just to be clear, she was not yelling, she was screaming. She starts out, "GET YOUR DOG! GET YOUR DOG!" I look over at this crazed woman with a look of "what do you think I am doing with leash, calling her name?!" As if the first screams were not enough, she continues, "GET YOUR DOG! I AM SCARED OF DOGS! ESSSPECIALLY BOXERS!" By this time she's frothing at the mouth and I find her ridiculous for running in a public park where there will be dogs if she is this frightened by them. I might also add my dog is no where near her still. Nor has she at any point gone anywhere near this hysterical woman. To top it off, Boxers are very friendly dogs. Now I understand fears are not rational. However, she is being so ridiculous that I am trying very hard not to yell back at her. I refrain. She continues screaming even though I have my dog on leash. So she braves getting into her car, two cars away from mine, but not without giving me the look of death. It is now that I decide to openly laugh at her as we take off jogging. My dog just looks at me with head tilt, "what's going on?"
This week I have been taking my dog on a little tour of parks. Each day, weather permitting, we visited a different park and went running and/or exploring. All of the parks were lovely. However the most memorable of the week was definitely the first park we visited. Now I do not want to go naming names so I will call it Park One. Upon parking in the parking lot of Park One, my dog got very excited because she saw another canine friend. Generally she is very patient but in the name of puppy play she jumped out of the car and took off. When she pulls stunts similar to this, it turns into quite the game to get her back into the car or onto her leash. She runs, she leaps, she romps around. All the while looking at me with those puppy dog eyes saying, "Look at me go mom!" So she has trained me to play the game back so she does not know I am concerned about her.
So I step away from the car and start calling her. She is fleeing for a field and having the time of her life. Meantime on the other side of the parking lot, opposite the field, this woman begin screaming! Just to be clear, she was not yelling, she was screaming. She starts out, "GET YOUR DOG! GET YOUR DOG!" I look over at this crazed woman with a look of "what do you think I am doing with leash, calling her name?!" As if the first screams were not enough, she continues, "GET YOUR DOG! I AM SCARED OF DOGS! ESSSPECIALLY BOXERS!" By this time she's frothing at the mouth and I find her ridiculous for running in a public park where there will be dogs if she is this frightened by them. I might also add my dog is no where near her still. Nor has she at any point gone anywhere near this hysterical woman. To top it off, Boxers are very friendly dogs. Now I understand fears are not rational. However, she is being so ridiculous that I am trying very hard not to yell back at her. I refrain. She continues screaming even though I have my dog on leash. So she braves getting into her car, two cars away from mine, but not without giving me the look of death. It is now that I decide to openly laugh at her as we take off jogging. My dog just looks at me with head tilt, "what's going on?"
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