tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75964052024-03-23T13:29:40.161-05:00sunshine and lollipopsSunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10230125720862676911noreply@blogger.comBlogger1568125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596405.post-1136388351190403392009-04-28T08:46:00.001-05:002009-04-28T10:55:20.748-05:00Tea, for TwoYou know what really pisses me off? (I know what you're thinking, I'm not all that prone to actually, truly getting pissed off, but I swear it, this really does the trick.) You know what really steps up to the handle and takes a big ol' turn on Sunny's crank of ire? You know what makes me want to reach through my computer screen and ring some scrawny little necks?<br /><br />Tea.<br /><br />That's right, tea.<br /><br />I should restate. People who drink tea.<br /><br />That's not completely accurate, either. People who tell me they drink tea. (I think we have a winner.)<br /><br />See, the thing is, most sane and logical people just don't bring their choice of beverage into everyday conversation. There's really no need. If I'm with you, most likely I know what you're drinking. If I'm reading your blog, I don't give a shit. If I'm reading your blog and you bring your beverage into every conversation you have at me.. well, I probably don't read your blog. Seriously. It's that simple. I've got more pressing things to read about. Like <a href="http://julia.typepad.com/">Julia</a> and her <a href="http://julia.typepad.com/julia/2006/01/the_dark_age.html#trackback">computer problem</a>, or <a href="http://monkeysdeepthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-new-year.html">monkey hats</a>. They are genuinely hilarious, fun, and highly intelligent primates. They are also highly classy people, and they didn't have to tell me they drink tea for me to figure that out! I just knew! From their writing!<br /><br />Now, it may seem like I'm picking on one beverage over another here, but there is a method to my madness. Tea is fucking pretentious. I'm sorry to tell you this, but tea is fucking pretentious. You know how I can tell? Look at yourself in a mirror and say the word out loud. Notice how your face has to actually make a condescending smile when you say it? Say it again. "Tea." Freeze your face after you say it, and really study yourself. See it now? This is why it's fucking pretentious.<br /><br />There are beverages you can tell me about on your blogs. Heck, there's even a few I want to know about! Posting drunk? Please please tell me what you're drinking! I want to know! I want to join you! Posting about your jittery paranoia? It's ok! You can tell me you're on your 6th cup of joe! It clues me in to your state of mind. Tea, on the other hand, is for pussies.<br /><br />People in England can drink tea. People in China can drink tea. You know what though? THEY DON'T FUCKING TALK ABOUT IT ALL DAY. Here in the americas, there is an unspoken idea floating around that Anything British is Automatically Classy. (This is not so. Have you seen their teeth? Not classy.)<br /><br />For a long time in the US, people weren't very much into the british. We were busy starting our own country and killing off all those pesky indians. Ever since things have settled down on the exploring and the killing indians fronts, people started thinking that our friends from across the pond are pretty nifty. We love everything the british throw our way, seriously. Look at Ozzy. My point is that we seem to have a big old crush on the British Islands. Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, and some people have taken this a bit too far. With the tea.<br /><br />I first noticed this phenomenon in high school. Lisa and I noticed many pretentious things going on in high school, because half of the people we hung out with were insane, and the other half thought that they were british. It was a confusing time for them. We had one friend in particular who was both. April used to walk around school, flipping her hair in our faces, fluttering her eyelids as she looked down her nose at us while she trilled on and on about her tea. (Then she went to Ireland for six months and came back speaking in a brogue for.. well, I can't say she ever stopped.)<br /><br />I want all you people to listen up, and listen good. Cool British People don't talk about drinking tea all day long - <i>they just do it</i>. They are <i>so incredibly cool</i>, they don't have to mention their beverage choices. EVER. Please, take pity on the rest of us, and stop talking about your fucking pretentious tea already. Its not making you cool. Its not making you classy. Its making me sick.<br /><br />Also, teabags are gross.Sunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10230125720862676911noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596405.post-42998261368639404932008-11-09T10:21:00.004-06:002009-01-01T16:54:46.619-06:00Day: Dude, I Totally ForgotWell, that didn't work, did it? I'm considering moving, I feel like there are things that I could use this blog for, things like getting shit off of my chest and whatnot, but I don't. I don't because it's not anonymous anymore. I also feel like a faker, I haven't been Sunny for a while now, my online moniker has changed and I'm better off that way, more comfortable in those shoes somehow at this stage of my life. <br /><br />I'm not sure where I'm going with this. Or where it will lead me. Or who I should take along for the ride, if anyone. Part of me wants to just dissolve my archives, or make them invisible at least, and just cart this to a new blogspot space. I'm not even sure how to do that, is it possible? I don't want to lose my archives, but they're not what I am right now. <br /><br />I feel lost, nobody find me.Sunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10230125720862676911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596405.post-33619783942271368392008-11-06T23:12:00.003-06:002008-11-06T23:16:29.946-06:00Day 6: Almost Forgot Already<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z0oCyNgjV0/SRPOeNMspbI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/TGKwqaEYqYE/s1600-h/bedtime.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z0oCyNgjV0/SRPOeNMspbI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/TGKwqaEYqYE/s400/bedtime.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265779407660557746" /></a><br /><br />You've all been missing updates on Huck, haven't you? Not to mention the silly drawings I make of him.<br /><br />Update #1: This is where he prefers to sleep when the weather gets too chilly. Too chilly for Huck is anything under 65°F. I caught him outside on his chain a few weeks ago, when the weather was still a balmy mid-sixties, shivering in a pathetic ball on the grass. Poor dog was not meant for Wisconsin winters. I'll toughen him up eventually.Sunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10230125720862676911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596405.post-71411600051755821202008-11-05T10:15:00.003-06:002008-11-05T10:19:50.474-06:00Day 5:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z0oCyNgjV0/SRHHBBbydhI/AAAAAAAAAZs/9XkJBoAZvZw/s1600-h/DSCF9762.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z0oCyNgjV0/SRHHBBbydhI/AAAAAAAAAZs/9XkJBoAZvZw/s400/DSCF9762.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265208259751605778" /></a><br /><br />That's a dinosaur with an underbite, in case you wondered.<br /><br />And yes, I'm happy with our country today.Sunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10230125720862676911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596405.post-60903210802703902312008-11-04T13:50:00.001-06:002008-11-04T13:53:20.475-06:00Day 4: Guess Who?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z0oCyNgjV0/SRCoIYGPZlI/AAAAAAAAAZk/px6Hrgxx51Q/s1600-h/DSCF9847.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z0oCyNgjV0/SRCoIYGPZlI/AAAAAAAAAZk/px6Hrgxx51Q/s320/DSCF9847.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264892826257155666" /></a>Sunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10230125720862676911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596405.post-35109111867796901942008-11-03T05:42:00.004-06:002008-11-03T05:44:55.825-06:00Day 3: TiredHalf-awake and really hating the part of my job that has me getting up at 4:30 three mornings a week... And to think that when I started this school year I was excited because I had all "after school" shifts. <br /><br />I was probably tempting fate.Sunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10230125720862676911noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596405.post-85072995770860000832008-11-02T20:18:00.005-06:002008-11-02T20:20:56.115-06:00Day 2: Nearly Forgot AlreadySo, it's been a while, huh?<br /><br />Did you miss me?<br /><br />...<br /><br />I happened upon a twitter about NaBloPoMo, and realized that if ever I was to get this damned thing up and running again, why not do so and hook my navel directly to the pressure zone and maybe? Maybe? Win something cool in the meantime. If a prize isn't going to motivate me, what will?<br /><br />Don't answer that. <br /><br />Hey, I'm giving it a shot. What more can you ask of me?Sunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10230125720862676911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596405.post-70250112255809515402008-11-01T20:05:00.002-05:002008-11-01T20:09:08.190-05:00Day One:Earliest conversation this morning, with a couple of friends...<br /><br />T: I'm so horny, I'd put my penis in anything.<br /><br />R: Porkchop? (the cat)<br /><br />T: No, not Porkchop.<br /><br />S: A vagina?<br /><br />T: ...No, not a vagina.Sunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10230125720862676911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596405.post-64229153828530732272008-06-08T17:52:00.001-05:002008-06-08T17:54:46.238-05:00BreakMy absence has been caused by my grandma's death last week Sunday.Sunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10230125720862676911noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596405.post-28048512032988112782008-06-03T14:13:00.002-05:002008-06-03T14:23:04.944-05:00OverwhelmedI feel the need to purge. I feel cluttered, full. Surrounded. Too much happening all the time. I need to simplify. Condense. I need for things to be real. <br /><br />Last night when I was wasted, I went outside and laid in the grass. I only do that when my life gets too busy. When I need a reminder that the world is vast and in all of my complications I am but a speck of dust in the grand scheme of life. <br /><br />It helps me sometimes.Sunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10230125720862676911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596405.post-34499281373928818502008-06-01T14:21:00.000-05:002009-01-01T14:23:22.947-06:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z0oCyNgjV0/SV0mNSUGhVI/AAAAAAAAAa8/qorM51XF7xI/s1600-h/dandelionheader.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z0oCyNgjV0/SV0mNSUGhVI/AAAAAAAAAa8/qorM51XF7xI/s400/dandelionheader.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286423547299136850" /></a>Sunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10230125720862676911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596405.post-247138340810162712008-05-27T07:58:00.001-05:002008-05-27T07:59:49.597-05:00Update:Did everyone have a nice weekend? Yes? Good. Me too.<br /><br />/updateSunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10230125720862676911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596405.post-9823282279640143572008-05-20T07:57:00.002-05:002008-05-20T08:02:20.935-05:00My, myI had an hour long dream this morning that seemed to go on all night long. I'm telling you, there were nudists and everything! (Turns out, I'm a prude about the nudist thing. Who knew?) <br /><br />I got some fantastic news yesterday. Also one of the sweetest apologies ever, and I actually accepted it with grace (I think) and without denying that it needed to be said. Usually I end up protesting that nothing was done to be apologized for, but I managed to avoid it. I'm kind of proud of myself. Also really happy about the fantastic news! <br /><br />B's doing his taxes, which is awesome because I think they'll stop holding my refund when his get done.Sunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10230125720862676911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596405.post-68379584613751261012008-05-13T23:13:00.004-05:002008-05-13T23:31:23.466-05:00UpdatingI need to get a new book on tape from the library. It is not sane to listen to the same book on tape three or four times in a row, just to avoid crappy radio stations. It's just not.<BR/><BR/>My brother's bike is very uncomfortable. I think I'm going to resort to buying a new bike, however wasteful it is. I think my free money should be here soon, and surprisingly I haven't spent it all yet. I've wanted a bike for a few years, so that's on the list. I've also got a bridesmaid's dress to pay for, and I've got my eye on a camera. It is brown and came recommended. <BR/><BR/>Tuesdays suck for me because therapy at my first house is over before noon and my second house starts after five. That leaves a lot of free time in the middle wherein I can't seem to get anything done. Unless you count surfing the Internet and playing Lego Star Wars. Today was especially terrible because when I drove the forty-five minutes to get to house number two, I was told they were cancelling therapy. Thanks, dude. You just wasted my evening. Not to mention my money. I will get paid for the travel time, but it doesn't exactly even out. He owes me two dollars. <BR/><BR/>I sent off a surprise present last week and it was received today. I like sending people stuff.<BR/><BR/>I almost forgot! On the drive to the house-that-wasn't, I got a call from T's mom (see <a href="http://sunnystributeblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/thats-my-story.html">yesterday's post</a>) about Mr. Farmer. Apparently Mr. Farmer has had a talking to by more than a few people about the proper way to treat strangers, which warms my heart a little. I hope this is the end of it. Mom asked if I was too traumatized to go with them on their Chicago trip. I told her I would probably be fine, just as long as she was sure Mr. Farmer wasn't invited. <BR/><BR/>Yesterday was my third anniversary. The day started with an early morning truck backing into the driver's side of my parked car (both doors are damaged) and ended with my getting reamed by Mr. Farmer. (And not in the sexy way.) Even if there had been a canoe involved, I'm not sure it could have gotten worse.Sunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10230125720862676911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596405.post-19898578567914838092008-05-12T20:27:00.003-05:002008-05-12T20:37:22.458-05:00That's My StoryMy parents are on vacation this week. I thought this would be an awesome thing, but I'm disappointed so far. I was hoping for a vacation for me, too. It's only Monday, but we're off to a rough start if they were here all day long.<br /><br />My bike went back to the pawn shop. The rear tire wanted to pop out of the wheel. I made it around the block without trouble, but I wanted to go further than that on it without a pit stop. Eventually. As of now, I'm riding my brother's bike. Actually, I will be publishing this post and then going on a small bike ride. <br /><br />Today at my last house, some asshole made me cry. My family rents from a farmer who lives across the street and farms the fields around the family's house. While we were out riding bikes and goofing off, Mr. Farmer came across the street and started up the driveway. I'd never met him before, so I greeted him with a cheery, "Hi!" His responce was, "YOU NEED TO STOP PARKING IN THIS FUCKING DRIVEWAY!!!" I can't believe that some people make it to sixty without learning basic social skills. Really, I'd like to have a word with this man's mother. I think I would have probably been fine, but T (the awesome kid of awesomeness that I work with) came up to me very concerned and asked, "Are you sad?" So yeah, I cried. Just a little bit. It was mostly due to shock.Sunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10230125720862676911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596405.post-83067907888478705962008-05-11T13:07:00.002-05:002008-05-11T13:10:48.275-05:00SecondaryThe most terrible thing in the world is to be completely in love with someone who is completely in love with you, and know you will never be with that person. <br /><br />You end up desperate for something secondary, just to take the edge off of the big love you have and can't do anything about.Sunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10230125720862676911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596405.post-12593128734190785992008-05-08T13:44:00.001-05:002008-12-08T21:59:33.055-06:00$20<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z0oCyNgjV0/SCNK4zL2ZAI/AAAAAAAAAR0/D4bUkFGvfew/s1600-h/DSC03951.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z0oCyNgjV0/SCNK4zL2ZAI/AAAAAAAAAR0/D4bUkFGvfew/s320/DSC03951.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198080734588724226" /></a>Sunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10230125720862676911noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596405.post-45001114988631110222008-05-04T02:54:00.003-05:002008-05-04T03:10:41.781-05:00Sadinex?I have a hard time letting myself feel sad. Right now, I'm lonely fit to bust and tears are squeezing out no matter how much I tell myself that I am Not Crying and it just isn't healthy. I know it. I can't seem to help it. <br /><br />The sad festers inside while I squelch it down, try to stamp it out. It doesn't go out, and sometimes it fights back and reaches the top again and spills out my eyes for a while and fills my head with nonsense about being unloved. Takes away all of my hopefullness. Reassures me that this, this lonely - this pointlessness - is what I'm going to be. What was meant to be for me. <br /><br />Part of me knows that I should just let my body be sad, let it be missing what it had for a while. Let it fully take over and get the miserable out of its system but if I do that, what are the guarantees that the sadness will let the happy back in? Maybe the sadness will like the view, cozy up near the fire and dig in its claws. There is no Mucinex for the sadness.<br /><br />I tried calling him tonight, just because I haven't talked to him in a long time, and miss him. Part of my price for (what? what did I get?) all this being miserable was my best friend, and that really hurts. <br /><br />Wouldn't it be better to still have... something? Everything is lost to me tonight, and I am lost too. <br /><br />I don't want to be here and I don't have the means to be any other place. I am cold and I want to be warm. I am all by myself.Sunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10230125720862676911noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596405.post-87078681099227283682008-04-28T20:49:00.003-05:002008-12-08T21:59:34.163-06:00Worth<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z0oCyNgjV0/SBZ_VFh_0GI/AAAAAAAAARk/oYyelwlVJx8/s1600-h/scan0025.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z0oCyNgjV0/SBZ_VFh_0GI/AAAAAAAAARk/oYyelwlVJx8/s320/scan0025.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194479220457197666" /></a><br /><br />At my last house on my long day, I told him I had to leave and he ran up to give me a hug. He said, "Awwwww! When are you coming back?"<br /><br />Yeah, that's pretty great, isn't it?Sunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10230125720862676911noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596405.post-80796886723946601022008-04-23T22:42:00.003-05:002008-04-23T23:00:22.890-05:00PinkI have been reading <i>In a Sunburned Country</i>, by Bill Bryson, and I am falling into a serious crush with the author's style. He has, according to the book, spent half of his life in the United States, and half in England. This explains his lovely accent* and also the lovely british terms and phrases he uses. <br /><br />*I also really enjoy a book on tape read by the author. Gives another dimension to the story telling, especially in a work like this, nonfiction.<br /><br />I am very happy to discover that he's written many other books. At least two of these are books that I've thought many times <i>should</i> be written. Seeing now that they not only <i>have</i> been, and by someone whose style and wonderful sense of humor I very much enjoy tickles me pink. I'm thrilled.<br /><br />Someone remind me to buy these books: <i><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html?ie=UTF8&location=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.amazon.com%2FShort-History-Nearly-Everything%2Fdp%2F076790818X%2F&tag=sunshineandlo-20&linkCode=ur2&camp=1789&creative=9325">A Short History of Nearly Everything</a><img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=sunshineandlo-20&l=ur2&o=1" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important;" /></i>, and <i><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html?ie=UTF8&location=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.amazon.com%2FMother-Tongue-Bill-Bryson%2Fdp%2F0380715430%3Fie%3DUTF8%26s%3Dbooks%26qid%3D1209009534%26sr%3D1-1&tag=sunshineandlo-20&linkCode=ur2&camp=1789&creative=9325">The Mother Tongue</a><img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=sunshineandlo-20&l=ur2&o=1" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important;" /></i>. Thanks.Sunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10230125720862676911noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596405.post-38186296023410015352008-04-21T22:19:00.002-05:002008-04-21T22:28:13.062-05:00she: i have a problem finding guys who are mutually interested with me.<br />she: actually, you know what? scratch that. i think this is humankind's issue.<br /><br />he: ha<br /><br />she: it is so fucking rare to find someone you actually find interesting who actually finds you interesting as well.<br />she: at least long enough to have more than a couple of conversations with<br /><br />he: I suppose.<br />he: kids these days<br /><br />she: and i am totally vain enough that i cant get into a guy, no matter how hot, if he's just generically into pussy<br /><br />he: ha<br /><br />she: and if everything interesting about him is that he's interested in me, that's even worse.<br /><br />he: makes sense<br /><br />she: I mean, I am fucking awesome, but I pretty much already know everything there is to know about me.<br />she: so it can get you a little ways, but after that, you'd better be planning on some damn fine conversation.<br />she: that's reasonable, i think.<br /><br />she: sorry, i bet you're still trying to get laid, aren't you?<br /><br />he: hah<br />he: no<br />he: It is reasonable.<br />he: I haven't even talked to her.<br />he: You got most of the conversation.<br /><br />she: is that a really nice way of saying, "You're talking an awful lot"?Sunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10230125720862676911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596405.post-69498413259026039962008-04-21T20:25:00.003-05:002008-04-21T20:33:36.191-05:00From What to Expect When You're Expecting*:<blockquote>Cunnilingus is safe throughout pregnancy, as long as your mate takes care not to BLOW AIR INTO your vagina. [emphasis mine]</blockquote><br /><br />Please tell me this alarms you as much as it does me. Luckily for me, no one has ever needed this instruction (with child or not) and I hope that you ladies never have to resort to telling a guy you are not a balloon, either.<br /><br />PS: I am not pregnant. I can't help but pick up this book when I see it lying around. It's so fascinating and alarming! Full of things I never wanted to know and yet want to be prepared for, should they ever happen to me!Sunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10230125720862676911noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596405.post-73183815856331003362008-04-16T11:55:00.004-05:002008-04-16T21:19:08.966-05:00PaybackCan you imagine for a second how defeated I feel after blowing the third tire in four months? <BR/><BR/>Last time, I bemoaned the fact that apparently I looked like someone who is perfectly capable of changing her own tire. Only one person stopped, and it was a lady to offer me her cell phone. (Thank you again, lady!) This time, I think I was more irritated.<BR/><BR/>When this happened in February, my phone was out of area, and I think that was my main problem. I texted my brother (two and a half hours away) and asked him to call my dad (at work) just to see if it would be possible to get some help. I didn't get an answer (see above, re: phone not working) and decided I'd have to take it upon myself to change the tire. And I did, and I felt pretty damn good about it for the rest of the week. My dad was proud of me, it was nice.<BR/><BR/>Earlier today, I had barely pulled off to the side of the road and gotten the spare out of the trunk (again, my phone is not working) before an older couple in a truck pulled over and the man (I'm going to call him Walter) took the what-do-you-call-it out of my hands and knelt down to take over. Of course I appreciate their help. What I don't appreciate is their <i>assumption</i> that I needed their help. Now, I'm plenty lazy. I'm sure I would have let anybody who offered take over while I stood back and watched. It was Bessie's (I'm going to call her Bessie) constant comments on how, "You really need a big strong man for this kind of job!" and "It's good to have a man around to do this kind of hard work!" really chafed me. Just because I have a vagina and a set of bosoms does not mean that I am incompetent. <BR/><BR/>Of COURSE I thanked the couple many times for stopping. And I probably smiled in her direction as she made belittling comments, because they were helping me, taking time out of their day to help and do the right thing. And Bessie kept going on and on about how someone (Oh, excuse me. Some MAN.) had helped her one time and she'd tried to pay him (at this point, I believe I was hoping they weren't expecting me to offer them money) but he told her that someone helped his wife once and he was just paying it back. (If it sounds like a country song, well, <a href="http://www.cowboylyrics.com/lyrics/walker-clay/the-chain-of-love-9581.html">it is</a>.) <BR/><BR/>She laughed as they were headed to their truck, telling me not to forget to pay it back someday. I wonder what's funny about that?Sunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10230125720862676911noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596405.post-79923805539725907642008-04-11T13:18:00.002-05:002008-04-11T13:26:31.908-05:00Now, With Updates!- Dad's surgery went fine, he came back home on Wednesday and walked around grumping about things. So he's good as new, hooray! And most of the parts of his brain are getting adequate blood flow!<BR/><BR/>- I've got my new house tonight, the house with the little girl who can't talk. It makes me nervous. Dad has a habit (totally understandable but no less freaky for that) of hovering when therapy is going on. Therapy consists of a lot of mimickry of the nonsense sounds she makes, which is kind of on this side of embarassing to do with an audience. She's also very climby, which makes a person tired. I can only sling around a forty pound moving sack of potatoes for about a half an hour at a time without getting too winded to speak. Or mimic nonsense sounds, rather.<BR/><BR/>- The amount of time I spend driving and money on gas is making me pretty seriously unhappy lately. I want a job I don't have to drive for, with steady and normal hours. They usually don't hire for aides at schools unless it's the beginning of the school year, though, so I've got a wait ahead of me.<BR/><BR/>- I'm excited to go to a conference for autism at the beginning of May in Appleton. Not the least of which because I'll be getting paid for it.<BR/><BR/>- Mom is finishing up my taxes as I type. Way to wait until the last second, Mom! Also: Way to bitch about your free and painless tax preparation, Sunny!Sunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10230125720862676911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596405.post-21564715629522384132008-04-08T07:58:00.001-05:002008-04-08T07:58:39.815-05:00TodayDad's surgery is today.Sunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10230125720862676911noreply@blogger.com1