Friday, August 14, 2009
If you've read my blog at all over the last week, then you know I have been in a really strange mood. My thought filter has been broken, I've been overly-gluttonous, and I've been laughing like a maniac over the strangest things. If y'all knew what's been going through my mind the last several days, you'd only come to one conclusion: It must be the week before her twenty-eight days.
Yes women, you know what I mean. Never admit personal blame.
I think it all started when Miss Dallas asked me where the post was about she and I meeting each other at the WIRED! zip-line course. I immediately thought about a photograph I had doctored late one night while still high on Dr Pepper. Late nights do something weird to me. As I searched my photo files on my computer for the doctored picture I laughed with late night induced intoxication while my husband told me to keep my volume down with my cacklous outbursts.
Have you ever heard me laugh? I sound like a chimp--really.
Several times on Twitter I had to make myself get up and leave the room. This usually happened at night and only happened because I had to try to save myself from myself. Do you know how hard that is? The funniest moment was when Jenny from The Bloggess got blocked by William Shatner. I don't know why, but for some reason I thought the block was so hilarious that I actually made a new group on TweetDeck just so I could follow the ordeal. Then I asked The Shat if he'd block me too so I'd be cool like Jenny. I also got fashion advice for what to wear while driving a Camaro and admitted my newest obsession to the Miley Cyrus clothing line at Walmart (except those stirrup pants have got to go).
'Cause thirty is the new thirteen or sixteen you know.
Then last night at a women's group at church I really went over the edge. As a group of us sat around the beautifully decorated dinner tables and learned more about each other, someone dropped several golden chocolate coins in front of us. I grabbed a handful and began munching on them only feeling slightly guilty for gluttony. We talked amongst ourselves on several topics ranging from education to parenting to fellowship of our fellow sisters. In my church we have a program called Visiting Teaching where the women regularly visit other women once a month during the week for fellowshipping and service. There are certain guidelines that are supposed to be followed such as dressing neatly, sharing a message, and praying with the visited if they desire. So, someone at last night's dinner had the bright idea of putting us in a circle and having us answer questions concerning Visiting Teaching:
Group leader: "So, what should you do if you arrive at a sister's home to visit her at a scheduled time and she isn't there?"
My answer: "Take a hint."
Yep, they're definitely kicking me out now.