Monday, July 19, 2010
I recently had a status on facebook that said that I don't like rude, mean people. For one thing, NO ONE DOES!! And its bloody facebook. But for some reason, certain people believe I was speaking of them. To be particular, since its necessary to do so in order for people to not take offense: I was speaking of the stupid 18 year old who flipped me off after cutting me off while driving, the parents of children at the YMCA who allow their kids to make fun of the boy I work with who has disabilities, or the family member of mine whose friend is saying offensive, rude, mean comments about my parents (and my family member allowing it), and so forth. So if one were to read my status, (which I deleted to NOT hurt anyone, though the intent was never to do so) it sounds like a personal problem.
Sunday, July 11, 2010
So my mother, sister and I ventured to Camp Verde yesterday to meet my Aunt Debbie and Grandma and drive up to Flagstaff for a bridal shower. On the way, Debbie and my mom discussed their outfits and came to the realization that they both had on shirts from Kohls, pants from Coldwater Creek and sandals with flowers. Not to mention their identical gestures and movements. April and I were impressed to take fotos of the similarities between my mother and Debbie: