Five inches in one week: nothing like a drought to make you properly appreciate rain! I love it. More is predicted.
Sunday I was snubbed at a party by several people I used to go to church with. I don't care that much anymore, but it's an odd experience. I'm not that used to flat-out blatant rudeness and I'm always a little shocked (and later, amused) by it. Also, I ran into my former pastor at the pharmacy and he did deign to say hello, but called me by the wrong name. As the British would say, "typical!"
It appears I wasn't that far off the mark, though, when Quinton asked me what the main difference between my former church and my current church was and I blurted out before I thought, "They like me here."
But I came home and drank three cups of Mexican coffee (thanks again for the beans, Sarah-girl!), and so all was well.
Sometimes I wonder why anybody would hate little old me and sometimes I wonder why anybody wouldn't.
I will now proceed to mention several people.
To another Sarah: pansyprincess
, you were in my dream Saturday night! I dreamed that I went to my favorite coffee shop and you had just started to work there. You made me an excellent latte, and then I realized your sister was also there (she was taller and blonder than you, but her face looked just like yours...probably because I don't know your real sister's faces well enough). We three sat around and talked and I was almost late getting back to work because of you. =)aftondays
's photography contest grows near, but there's still time to submit a picture or two! savetheolives
and I have been having a grand time planning for the end of May. I think Hollywood conspired not to release any good movies when we could see them together, though. It currently looks like we'll have our pick between MI:II and The Da Vinci Code. ....or not.
I will now venture into politics, which I find interesting that I rarely talk about here. I am actually
a very political person....believe it or not.
I'm getting really sick of the whole illegal immigration thing, especially the marches and demonstrations and strikes. I have all the sympathy in the world, but you're breaking the law
. I don't see the big deal.
And I heard the gentleman who started the whole translate-the-national-anthem-into-
Spanish thing quoted today as saying he did it "to honor all the immigrants who came to this country speaking Spanish." My thought, and my dad concurs, is that we should also translate it into French and German and Polish and Dutch and Chinese and a bunch of obscure African dialects and heck, Gaelic too; and then when Americans gather to sing the national anthem it will sound like the tower of Babel and maybe God will strike us dead.