1) I am too short to hold hands with, according to the goose.
2) I’m not sure why, but I felt the need to apologize to the tech person helping me on the phone with my computer for the VERY loud snoring dogs that she may or may not have been able to hear.
3)downloading software is WORSE than watching a pot boil.
4) I will truly sweat doing anything…even paper work….ridiculous.
5) using rollers in your hair only works if you let your hair dry all the way. If you do not you will surely give don king a run for his money. disclaimer:the you in this scenario many only really be me.
6) it takes me no less than 6 attempts to spell scenario. The first five were so off base spell check had no replacement for my attempts.
7) spelling is stupid.
8) while at the apple store I started giggling that my laptop needed to verify my packages before completing the software download. The young fella told his boss that I was a goofball….and I liked it.
9) loud talkers kinda drive me crazy. Especially when I have my earbuds in with the volume all the way up and I can still hear them. I found myself trying to make eye contact with anyone in the place to commiserate. There were no takers.
10) the goose LOVES her new docs. Feel free to take a look at our selection at angryyoungandpoor.com. And I thank you for the shameless plug.
And one to grow on:
Judgement is inherent. It is our nature to put people in boxes with labels. It’s what makes us comfortable. It’s how we delineate between the us and the them. It is weakness to say that this is something we can’t rail against. there have been many historical instances where events have more clearly defined our differences making the “them” more obvious. Sometimes, these instances have even made some of them now part of us. I am willing and mostly able to believe that the muslim woman coverers herself in honor of her father and her husband. I can see how that would make her feel special. All woman want to be cherished.
Now for a little irony….on an outing with my family this weekend, that Muslim woman looked at me with disdain. Maybe even disgust. I am a woman just as she is. I am a mother not unlike herself, yet she peered at me with something close to hatred. Be careful of the stories we tell our children behind our hands. Passing judgments on to our children does not protect them. It narrows the spectrum of their life experience. it limits their propensity to empathize. It makes them less humane. Our worth is not counted by the amount of groups that we are unlike. The real work is finding peace in our similarities.