What she wore: blue jeans, purple polo with a yellow polo guy (go tigers!), tennis shoes. Gotta represent–my team’s in the final four.
Well, the ‘rents have no internet at their house, so I’m at my dad’s office blogging. This will hamper my blog walking, but I’ll get caught up over the weekend.
I’ve been reading my last couple of blog entries and I realize I sound like a martyr or something. Let their be no confusion–I am far from a benevolent, church-going, teacher-lady. I have a mouth like a sailor, I love a good cocktail, I spend too much money on clothes, I have a ridiculous love affair with food, I sleep too much, and I set impossibly high standards for the people around me. Get my point? Well, today’s blog reveals my darker side:
I’ve made a new aquantaince and she is the MOST boring person I have met in a decade.
I’m a fast-paced person–a little ADD some might say–and I like to keep things moving. I talk a lot, waggling my hands the whole time. I like a quick wit and an artful story. This girl is of a different category. She speaks S-L-O-W-L-Y. After trying to keep attentive to one of her stories, you’re almost always disappointed that you bothered.
And she whines. I hate whining. I work with people who don’t have money for clothes and shoes. Some of my kid’s parents are drug addicts. I don’t let them whine. So, it’s very difficult for me to listen to whining from someone with a roof over their head, a loving family, and food on the table.
So, there you go, I’m trying to figure out how to detatch myself from the slow whining death that awaits me.
I told you I wasn’t that nice.
A quick note: blogs are never whining. People read them freely and are not trapped at a dinner table while you tell your story. I love a good blog rant–I can read that as fast as I want!