Lest new readers get the impression from recent posts that I only write about insanely depressing topics, I point you to the “On a Lighter Note” category of posts in which you will learn that I also talk about the fact that I am a fool with a crazy mother-in-law who lives in a scorpion-infested house.
Today I went to a fancy luncheon for executive women (long story about how I got invited to that). Seeing as how the group was going to consist of executives, successful entrepreneurs, professors and…me…I got up early to painstakingly blow dry my long hair (please keep this image of my hard-earned, sleek hair firmly in your mind), put on makeup, and excavated my closet to find the one business attire outfit in my wardrobe that I can squeeze into when I’m six months pregnant (inventor of the Bella Band: YOU COMPLETE ME).
It was cloudy when I walked my toddlers into the church to go to Mother’s Day Out; when the baby and I went to go back to the car, a downpour started. When I say “downpour, ” I mean “exactly equivalent to turning the cold water on full throttle in your shower and standing in it”-style downpour. Rivers of mascara-tinted water streamed down my face from my fully saturated hair as I strapped my wet, angry baby into the carseat and tried to ignore the fact that my only appropriate outfit was now sopping wet, cold, and clinging to me in a very unflattering way.
It was bitterly that I recalled that I prayed for rain recently since we’ve been in a long drought (was that the time I also said a prayer for humility?!), and that the other 364 days of the year it would not matter if I got stuck in a downpour since I never have any formal daytime plans.
After I dropped off the baby with my mom I barely had time to throw the clothes in the dryer for a minute and do an emergency makeup repair job (and, well, complain about it on Twitter — I wasn’t in that much of a rush), so I ended up going to the luncheon much colder, wetter, and soggier than I had planned. As theresalynn said, God certainly has surprising ways to keep us humble.
So I’ve started reading that Organizing Solutions for People with ADD book that I mentioned a while back. Be prepared for me to rave about it in a forthcoming review. Life changing.
The readers have spoken, and the overwhelming response seems to be that I should go introduce myself to cool-seeming women I meet whom I’d like to know (#6 here). I don’t know if this is really good advice for the person who is the #1 Google result for socially awkward person, but I just might try it.
I know! Maybe I’ll walk up to that mom at Mass and say, “I wrote about watching you at church on my blog. The people on the internet told me to talk to you. Could I get your phone number?” That wouldn’t be weird or awkward, right?…right?
Mrs. Darwin and I have been corresponding about rap. It started with me telling her about the coffee spewed on my keyboard when she commented here that she was surprised that the Busta Rhymes video for that “Wooha, I got you all in check!” song did not, in fact, feature any chess players; this turned to a conversation about our deep disappointment that we were the only ones to discuss the all-important topic of rap videos in that thread.
This all led to me finding a video of Busta Rhymes on the night of the election (I’d link to it but it would set your computer speakers on fire if you played it) in which he dropped about 20 f-bombs to point out that the country was now going to be run the Democrat way and yelled into the microphone that any “MF’s” who voted for McCain can “EAT A [EXPLETIVE]!” Maybe it was because I’d just seen this, but I was surprised that my first reaction to the video was to find his honesty kind of refreshing.
Garden Gal pointed me to this article about Rice’s profound conversion (this one is good too) and, on a lark, I decided to go to Rice’s website and email her to tell her that I just loved hearing about her story as a fellow atheist-turned-Catholic. She actually replied! I was so impressed (and humbled to think of my own whining about keeping up with email).
Hmm. I really don’t have anything else to add today. What are some of your quick takes? What’s on your mind?
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