I thought only mezzos had loose morals...
I was upstairs this morning...actually, writing the nose entry...when the doorbell rang. Since it was around 10:30, it was too early to be, say, UPS or FedEx or however my mother is getting her dolls these days. Since I was showered and relatively dressed (i.e., had pants on), I decided to open the door...to two J-Dubs. Of course. One was on the stoop and one was on the walkway, because our porch is not conducive to crowds. The one on the stoop started talking to me and asked me if I was concerned with the morals of the world these days.
Uh, no.
She was actually shocked by my answer--really? Yes, really. I'm okay with it. Why? Because I'm comfortable with my personal morals, and, frankly, those are the only morals I feel the need to concern myself with. Of course, I didn't actually tell her all this; I only smirked but otherwise tried to be polite. Why? Because when she pulled out her Awake! magazine and turned to an article and urged me to read it, I said, no thanks; if I want it, I can get it from my uncle.
Yes, that's right. If you weren't aware, my uncle and his family are Jehovah's Witnesses. That's why I'm never all-out rude to these people, because even though I can't stand the way they practice their ministry, I wouldn't want someone to be rude to my relatives. They are good people, and their friends are good people. (At that point, the second lady had to ask where my uncle's congregation was--oh, no, he's not from this area.) The first lady then said, well, listen to your uncle! Then they were off to join the other groups that were wandering around--I saw another pair head up my neighbors' driveway, and there was a teenager-ish girl sitting on the curb across the street. Strange. Shouldn't you be in school right about now?
In case you were wondering where my mother was in all of this, she was hiding in the family room disrobing a doll. No, I'm not kidding.
A little bit later the phone rang. Mom only looks at the name, not the number, when the Caller ID pops up. It read "Wireless Call." She got all excited. Um, mom? Look at the number. It's dad's cell phone. Nobody important. Yes, he was thrilled to hear that. He'd wanted to know if the lawn boys showed up today, because our grass is getting long. No, they won't come until May.
I spent part of the day playing with Excel and Power Point on dad's computer. Power Point isn't that hard, from what I can tell. Excel was giving me some fits, but I worked them out and even composed a pie chart. It shows how much money I've paid toward my car and how much I have left to go. I'm over 60% of the way there.
(Dad also asked me how I was making my car payments right about now. I'm okay for the immediate future. It's past that that I'm worried about.)
I get to go to a resume writing class tomorrow. Oh, goody. See, that is what I was SUPPOSED to have done the day I ended up in the hospital. Stupid migraine. Let's hope I don't have a repeat performance, especially since this time I'm registered and everything.
When my dog died, I bought this Lhasa apso calendar as a remembrance. I never used it. I found it in my closet a couple of weeks ago and, lo and behold, 2007 is just the same as that year (2001) was. I'm putting it to use and writing down stuff on it every day, even if it's just "do laundry." Then, when it's done, I cross off the item and X out the day. It makes me feel productive.
Not productive: Finding the games on dad's computer. I rather like Spider Solitaire.
Uh, no.
She was actually shocked by my answer--really? Yes, really. I'm okay with it. Why? Because I'm comfortable with my personal morals, and, frankly, those are the only morals I feel the need to concern myself with. Of course, I didn't actually tell her all this; I only smirked but otherwise tried to be polite. Why? Because when she pulled out her Awake! magazine and turned to an article and urged me to read it, I said, no thanks; if I want it, I can get it from my uncle.
Yes, that's right. If you weren't aware, my uncle and his family are Jehovah's Witnesses. That's why I'm never all-out rude to these people, because even though I can't stand the way they practice their ministry, I wouldn't want someone to be rude to my relatives. They are good people, and their friends are good people. (At that point, the second lady had to ask where my uncle's congregation was--oh, no, he's not from this area.) The first lady then said, well, listen to your uncle! Then they were off to join the other groups that were wandering around--I saw another pair head up my neighbors' driveway, and there was a teenager-ish girl sitting on the curb across the street. Strange. Shouldn't you be in school right about now?
In case you were wondering where my mother was in all of this, she was hiding in the family room disrobing a doll. No, I'm not kidding.
A little bit later the phone rang. Mom only looks at the name, not the number, when the Caller ID pops up. It read "Wireless Call." She got all excited. Um, mom? Look at the number. It's dad's cell phone. Nobody important. Yes, he was thrilled to hear that. He'd wanted to know if the lawn boys showed up today, because our grass is getting long. No, they won't come until May.
I spent part of the day playing with Excel and Power Point on dad's computer. Power Point isn't that hard, from what I can tell. Excel was giving me some fits, but I worked them out and even composed a pie chart. It shows how much money I've paid toward my car and how much I have left to go. I'm over 60% of the way there.
(Dad also asked me how I was making my car payments right about now. I'm okay for the immediate future. It's past that that I'm worried about.)
I get to go to a resume writing class tomorrow. Oh, goody. See, that is what I was SUPPOSED to have done the day I ended up in the hospital. Stupid migraine. Let's hope I don't have a repeat performance, especially since this time I'm registered and everything.
When my dog died, I bought this Lhasa apso calendar as a remembrance. I never used it. I found it in my closet a couple of weeks ago and, lo and behold, 2007 is just the same as that year (2001) was. I'm putting it to use and writing down stuff on it every day, even if it's just "do laundry." Then, when it's done, I cross off the item and X out the day. It makes me feel productive.
Not productive: Finding the games on dad's computer. I rather like Spider Solitaire.