You can try the best you can. If you try the best you can, the best you can is good enough.
So, this was weeks ago, but worth mentioning anyway. I don’t think I’ve told this story yet, but stop me if I have.
A couple of weeks ago, I determined to go out to a nameless coffee shop and sit between two of the neatest business owners/creators/genius’ probably nearly almost ever. (plug:nectar) As I was sitting, listening to a little borrowed Ray (forgive me for not already owning it), this British guy comes out of nowhere and starts talking about music.
Apparently he’d been doing it all night, but this was the first time I’d seen him.
In the midst of his talking, he looks at my book (The Host by Stephenie Meyer) and comments something to the effect of, “I can’t stand those books!” (By those, he obviously meant the series that has nothing to do with the book I’m still reading.) “She’s so negative about women! Makes them out to be good for nothing but having babies and depending on men!” Oh? Now, the company I was keeping has known me a while, and while I’m staring at this British guy as he babbles about nonsense, they’re laughing a bit. (Well, one is laughing a lot.) The British guy probably thought they were laughing in agreement with what he thought was clearly ridiculous. “All this Bella girl does is have this guy’s kid. Doesn’t even go to college!” When he’s done with his feminist spiel, he says, “Am I right?”
To which I replied, “NO!”
Almost that loudly, too.
After a moment of stunned silence on his part, I had to explain to him that he had just bashed everything I wanted for myself. Then, he went on to explain how his father is a loser and his mother had to scrape to take care of him and his brother. My company gallantly defended the chivalrous nature of gentlemen (and also how interesting it was that he chose to bring this up to probably the only conservative woman he’s ever met).
Um, the end.
One lesson I specifically remember my mom teaching me is that, when you type, you’re to leave two spaces between the concluding punctuation and the beginning of the next sentence. I’ve applied this to text messages. However, yesterday I noticed that if I only leave one space, my phone will automatically make that first letter a capital. My life is so much easier now.
Last week, when I went to the franch, the kittens were not as eager to see me as they were before. It was like two weeks is too long to remember me. They were skittish, and I was afraid my mom was right: it’s time to put them in the barn. But as the weekend wore on, they warmed up quickly.
And I have the claw marks to prove it.
Mom puts them in the barn during the day now, but I’m thankful to the vet who will not vaccinate them for rabies until they’re 3 months or fix them until the 4th. They’re still babies! (Oh yeah, and both girls.)
…babies who’ve grown out of their blue eyes acquired the reflective green ones. KC kept blue eyes. He was a good cat. He also only drank bottled water.
I finally conceded and got myself a new pair of glasses this week. I figured since I’ll be working in an office every day now, I should get another pair just in case. Choosing the glasses wasn’t as much fun as I’d remembered. But interestingly, my prescription this time around is slightly better than when I was 16. I don’t know what that’s about. I guess eye glasses aren’t an exact science. Nevertheless, I don’t have them in yet. But I like them enough.
To wear them when I read.
I made some oatmeal cookies. Did I talk about how I made these, yet? I like them better than chocolate chip. In fact, oatmeal is my favorite cookie. I don’t really care for oatmeal, and after my bout with the GF berry stellas, the mere thought of oatmeal makes me gag. However! These were the first oatmeal cookies made since the introduction of Celiac Disease into my life. They were successful the first try and I love them.
I’ve also taken to putting sprinkles in everything. Who doesn’t like sprinkles? I put them in some of those (GF) Cheerio/peanut butter/M&M/marshmallow square things tonight. What do you call those things? They’re not Rice Krispy Treats, and a little more complicated than Cheerio Treats. Oh well.
Went to see the King Tut exhibit at the DMA on Thursday. It’s good, much better than Hatshepsut. But, go in the Spring when everyone who wants to see it has already been. My favorites were the “animal print” chairs and the canopic jars.
I’m so excited about going to the Canton market again! In addition to the introduction (to me) of amethyst depression glass…
…I also learned you can buy vintage Tupperware!
1) Do I like the amethyst better than the pink? I think I probably do. What is the likelihood of finding a whole set? Or even making a whole set… eventually? I need to settle on a color. Even the jade is nice. But considering purple is my favorite color, and pink is pretty, well, girly and froufrou and entices girls to screech, “Ahh, pink! I love this!” I’m leaning towards not pink.
Oh, and my mom can’t say the word “amethyst”. She says AM ES THIST. What in the world.
2) Grandma uses those canisters for flour, sugar, and stuff, but hers are yellow. This Tupperware dealer had dark blue! A whole set! I’m crazed. If they’re not available next time, I’ll be disappointed.
Speaking of words mispronounced, I learned a new way to say “compromising.” COM. PROMISING. What? That’s right, some guy I work with was talking about how we don’t have any “com promising” standards. I said, “Excuse me, that word is compromising.”
It reminded me of explaining my vocabulary to my Hawaiian coworkers.
Speaking of coworkers and jobs and customers, I’m used to being told I look like someone else. At both of the previous stores I’ve worked at, people would tell me daily, “You look just like Audrey Hepburn!” or whoever else they pictured that day. But I’ve been working at this store for about three months or so and no one has said anything. The closest I’ve come was yesterday when one of my coworkers offhandedly said, “Blah blah blah, you look like that girl from Pirates of the Caribbean.”
Speaking of old customers, people have been getting around lately. This guy from my first store who drives an M6 showed up a couple of weeks ago. Then, a couple of days ago, I’m ringing this woman up and she says, “Didn’t you used to work at (insert name here)?” How did you know that? “I just remember you.” ie. She worked at the nail salon around the corner. ie. Asian women have a frightening attraction to me.
Speaking of Asian women, my last day at this nameless coffee house, I’m going to get a manicure to celebrate the lift of the ban on nail painting! If anyone wants to come, you’re welcome. It’ll be a sight to see. Mostly because I don’t enjoy manicures… But a year and a half of scalding, nasty, milky water seeping into my nail bed needs to be filed away.
There are 4 months worth of Living magazines sitting on my floor that I haven’t looked at. All those ideas just sitting there wasting. I’ve been busy. I also haven’t put my trash out by the curb for 3 weeks. I keep forgetting, and I don’t generate enough trash for it to matter much.
Wow, I could probably waste my whole life away listening through songs iTunes Genius has recommended me.
Buy Ron Paul shirts for your friends for Christmas so that more people know who he is. Maybe do it again next year, too, for when Obama shows his true colors and liberals are looking for someone who can fix the mess (that Obama won’t be solely responsible for, but probably knows nothing about).
How stupid are we?
ps. And I just realized you can buy dark blue vintage Tupperware on eBay much cheaper than from the Tupperware man. Oh well, I’m still excited about it.
Optimistic, Radiohead (or Hanson, if you prefer)
