Well, hello there.
Hieeeeeee! I have an external blog but I figured it might be good to post here, too, where people will intimmately understand the issues we all face. I figured I'd start with some snippets from my other blog and then update as I can.
I had a particularly bad day yesterday. I taught in the morning and then met my mom at Northpark to exchange some shoes. We ran into my SIL and brother who were there for lunch, a very nice surprise. My "brother" is not blood related but we were raised together and have always had that relationship. Our parents are each other's Godparents. Anyway, after my SIL left mom, Tom and I walked around the mall. At one point I started to head toward a glass wall, coming close to crashing into it. I wasn't heading toward it on purpose, mind you, my body was just taking me there in a very spectacular way. My mom finally saw me and came back to hang onto to me to help me back onto the straight path. There were two women walking by who literally stopped and stared.
Why do people do that? I understand that at first, when you see something different you don't mean to stare but it's human nature. But to stop what you're doing and gawk? How do people think that makes us feel? If you're above the age of twenty you should know better. I just don't get it.
We tried to help Tom pick out a tie. I swear, it's odd that we're not related because we are so much alike. He's worse than me when it comes to being picky. That is saying something! He never did find a tie. But hey, I got some great earrings. That's all that matters, right?
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