Read the headlines:
Library cat fight between a 20 something year old Barbie doll
and
a crazed Karate Lady
Okay, it never happened but it almost did....and I was the crazy Karate Lady!
You would think that common sense and mutual respect are rules we don't necessarily have to post at the beginning of a waiting line for a Library Book Sale!
If they had rules, yesterday, I'm sure they would look like this:
1. The line begins when the first person arrives.
2. To hold your spot on line, you must remain present.
3. If you leave your empty box for more than the time it takes to use the rest room you lost your spot on line.
4. Rude behavior and name calling will have you removed immediately from this waiting line.
YESTERDAY WAS MAJOR DRAMA FOR ME. IT SOUNDS KINDA' STUPID IN RETRO-SPECT, but yesterday, I FELT OUTTA' CONTROL, ONLY NOT SO BAD, BECAUSE I ZIPPED MY LIP PRETTY FAST. A MIRACLE FOR ME!
THE DRAMA TOOK PLACE IN THE LIBRARY OF ALL PLACES! THIS HAS TO DO WITH MY PASSION FOR BOOKS AND THE PRE-SALE FOR THE FRIENDS OF THE LIBRARY AT OUR LOCAL LIBRARY YESTERDAY.
FOR $5.OO YOU GET A FRIENDS OF THE LIBRARY CARD AND FIRST SHOT AT CHOICE BOOKS. OVER 10,000 WERE DISPLAYED AND FOR THE NEXT TWO DAYS WHAT'S LEFT GOES ON SALE TO THE PUBLIC. BEING FIRST ON LINE WAS MY GOAL!
HERE'S WHAT HAPPENED:
I NEARLY GOT IN A "CAT" FIGHT WITH A 20-ish YEAR OLD BARBIE TYPE GIRL. I HAVE NEVER BEEN IN A PHYSICAL BATTLE, BUT I FELT SOOOOO RIGHTEOUS.
SHE CHALLENGED ME FOR MY SPOT ON LINE FOR THE PRE-SALE.
IT GOT STUPID.
I ARRIVED TWO AND ONE HALF HOURS EARLY. THAT'S RIGHT, TWO AND ONE HALF HOURS EARLY.
I WAS EXCITED MUCH LIKE SOME PEOPLE ARE FOR ROCK CONCERT TICKETS. READY TO CAMP OUT AND BE FIRST ON LINE.
WELL, THE BARBIE DOLL HAD DROPPED OFF AN EMPTY BOX, WHO KNOWS WHEN, BUT IT WAS JUST THE BOX AND THEN SHE SHOWS HER FACE 20 MINUTES BEFORE THE SALE.
I WAS NOT GOING TO SIT BEHIND AN EMPTY BOX THAT WHOLE TIME....HAHAHAHA
WHEN SHE ARRIVED, I ARGUED FOR FIRST IN LINE. THE SALE WAS ABOUT TO BEGIN.
THIS IS A TAD EXAGGERATED, THE WHOLE STORY WOULD TAKE TOO LONG.
THE GOOD NEWS IS, I LET HER GO AHEAD OF ME AND I KEPT MY MOUTH SHUT BUT BOY WAS I PISSED. YOU CAN'T IMAGINE.
I LATER FOUND OUT THAT:
SHE IS A STRUGGLING COLLEGE STUDENT AND PROBABLY NEEDS THE CASH. HOWEVER, SHE WAS VERY, RUDE. THERE ARE NO "WAITING IN LINE RULES" AND BECAUSE SHE WAS IN THE LIBRARY ON THE COMPUTER, SHE COUNTED THAT AS BEING ON LINE FOR THE PRE-SALE.
IT SEEMS SHE HAS BEEN DOING THIS FOR 5 YEARS AND NOBODY EVERY COMPLAINS (IT'S MOSTLY SENIORS....AND ME....HAHAHA...A SOON TO BE SENIOR, in six or seven years ON the LINE, AND WE DON'T LIKE TO ARGUE.) BUT THIS HOTTIE WAS LOUD AND RUDE AND ARROGANT. OF COURSE THIS IS NOT THE WHOLE STORY BUT YOU GET THE PICTURE.
HERE'S THE GOOD NEWS:
(YOU CAN ALWAYS FIND IT IF YOU LOOK HARD ENOUGH)
WHEN THE DOOR OPENED FOR THE BEGINNING OF THE PRE-SALE AND WE ALL CHARGED FOR THE BOOKS, I WENT FOR THE SPIRITUAL BOOKS TABLE AND I GOT SOME REAL WINNERS. IN FIVE MINUTES I HAD CLOSE TO TWENTY BOOKS IN MY BAG AND SOME REALLY HOT ITEMS.
I WAS IN HEAVEN!...AND I QUICKLY FORGOT THE ANGRY WORDS. (WELL NOT REALLY, BUT I FINALLY MADE SENSE OUT OF THE WHOLE MESS.)
IT'S THE NEXT DAY AND ALL IS WELL. I DID LEARN SOME LESSONS FROM THE CONFRONTATION WITH THIS FOR LACK OF A BETTER WORD, AND I HATE TO SAY IT, B_TCH, I LEARNED TO SHUT-UP AND LET HER BE THE JERK BY YELLING LOUDLY AND WANTING TO BE RIGHT, SHE GOT TO HAVE THE LAST WORD AND BECAUSE I CHOOSE TO SHUT MY MOUTH, THE WOULD BE CAT-FIGHT ENDED. I ALSO SAW HER AS A MIRROR OF ME, EVEN THE LACK OF RESPECT (WHEN I WAS MUCH YOUNGER) BUT THE BENDING OF THE RULES FOR HER OWN SELF INTEREST.....HAHAHA....THAT WAS HARD TO SWALLOW....GEEZ....THAT'S MY THING, SEEING HER AS A REFLECTION OF, AN ASPECT OF ME, BUT LIKE I SAID. NOW I UNDERSTAND AND EMBRACE THE BARBIE IN THE MIRROR AND ALL IS WELL TODAY! (SMILE)
Friday, April 21, 2006
Monday, April 17, 2006
Today I am happy and alive. I am taking deep breaths and smiling as I relive our mini-vacation at Melbourne Beach Yesterday.
It is Easter Sunday, 3:00 PM; I am standing on the shoreline of the Atlantic Ocean. I am barefoot with my jeans rolled up. I am wearing a huge Vietnam rice paddy hat and a red tank top. Cold white suds cover my feet up to my ankles and pull away into the surf. I watch tourists swimming and boogie boarding and yelling and shivering.
Just in front of me, is a pretty girl shaking her head and smoothing her wet jet-black shoulder length hair with her hands. She is wearing a shiny red bikini with red shoestrings attached to her bottom half. Her suit is a solid color. The color of a wet, ripe tomato. I can't take my eyes off this goddess! I smile and remember when I use to look and dress like her.
I take my eyes from the girl in the red bikini and extend my vision to the ocean, shades of dark blue, blue/green and I look further for miles out onto the straight line horizon where the water meets the blue cloudless sky. And at this moment, here it comes:
the highlight of my day, my week, my year...thus far!
I move my eyes upward and see a line of perfectly spaced pelicans, six birds small at first than appearing larger as they descend down into the water. They are so close that I can see the details of their black feathered wings and their pouch under their beak and their brown eyes. For a brief moment the pelicans are sharply in focus as the dark shades of blue/green contrast their white bodies and I am in Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Where is my husband?
Oh how I long to put my arms around him and laugh and point at the birds.
He is way back in the shade watching from a far protected by a gazebo roof. My husband missed this up close water's edge experience. Next time, we will rent an umbrella and I will move our blanket closer to the surf and then ask him to join me, as I take his hand and walk with him into the Ocean. I can't wait!
I am barefoot with my jeans rolled up. I am wearing a huge Vietnam rice paddy hat and a red tank top. Cold white suds cover my feet up to my ankles and pull away into the surf. I watch tourists swimming and boogie boarding and yelling and shivering.
Just in front of me, is a pretty girl shaking her head and smoothing her wet jet-black shoulder length hair with her hands. She is wearing a shiny red bikini with red shoestrings attached to her bottom half. Her suit is a solid color. The color of a wet, ripe tomato. I can't take my eyes off this goddess! I smile and remember when I use to look and dress like her.
I take my eyes from the girl in the red bikini and extend my vision to the ocean, shades of dark blue, blue/green and I look further for miles out onto the straight line horizon where the water meets the blue cloudless sky. And at this moment, here it comes:
the highlight of my day, my week, my year...thus far!
I move my eyes upward and see a line of perfectly spaced pelicans, six birds small at first than appearing larger as they descend down into the water. They are so close that I can see the details of their black feathered wings and their pouch under their beak and their brown eyes. For a brief moment the pelicans are sharply focused as the dark shades of blue/green contrast their white bodies and I am in Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Where is my husband? Oh how I long to put my arms around him and laugh and point at the birds. He is way back in the shade watching from a far. My husband missed this up close water's edge experience. Next time, we will rent an umbrella and I will move our blanket closer to the surf and then ask him to join me, as I take his hand and walk with him into the Ocean. I can't wait!
It is Easter Sunday, 3:00 PM; I am standing on the shoreline of the Atlantic Ocean. I am barefoot with my jeans rolled up. I am wearing a huge Vietnam rice paddy hat and a red tank top. Cold white suds cover my feet up to my ankles and pull away into the surf. I watch tourists swimming and boogie boarding and yelling and shivering.
Just in front of me, is a pretty girl shaking her head and smoothing her wet jet-black shoulder length hair with her hands. She is wearing a shiny red bikini with red shoestrings attached to her bottom half. Her suit is a solid color. The color of a wet, ripe tomato. I can't take my eyes off this goddess! I smile and remember when I use to look and dress like her.
I take my eyes from the girl in the red bikini and extend my vision to the ocean, shades of dark blue, blue/green and I look further for miles out onto the straight line horizon where the water meets the blue cloudless sky. And at this moment, here it comes:
the highlight of my day, my week, my year...thus far!
I move my eyes upward and see a line of perfectly spaced pelicans, six birds small at first than appearing larger as they descend down into the water. They are so close that I can see the details of their black feathered wings and their pouch under their beak and their brown eyes. For a brief moment the pelicans are sharply in focus as the dark shades of blue/green contrast their white bodies and I am in Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Where is my husband?
Oh how I long to put my arms around him and laugh and point at the birds.
He is way back in the shade watching from a far protected by a gazebo roof. My husband missed this up close water's edge experience. Next time, we will rent an umbrella and I will move our blanket closer to the surf and then ask him to join me, as I take his hand and walk with him into the Ocean. I can't wait!
I am barefoot with my jeans rolled up. I am wearing a huge Vietnam rice paddy hat and a red tank top. Cold white suds cover my feet up to my ankles and pull away into the surf. I watch tourists swimming and boogie boarding and yelling and shivering.
Just in front of me, is a pretty girl shaking her head and smoothing her wet jet-black shoulder length hair with her hands. She is wearing a shiny red bikini with red shoestrings attached to her bottom half. Her suit is a solid color. The color of a wet, ripe tomato. I can't take my eyes off this goddess! I smile and remember when I use to look and dress like her.
I take my eyes from the girl in the red bikini and extend my vision to the ocean, shades of dark blue, blue/green and I look further for miles out onto the straight line horizon where the water meets the blue cloudless sky. And at this moment, here it comes:
the highlight of my day, my week, my year...thus far!
I move my eyes upward and see a line of perfectly spaced pelicans, six birds small at first than appearing larger as they descend down into the water. They are so close that I can see the details of their black feathered wings and their pouch under their beak and their brown eyes. For a brief moment the pelicans are sharply focused as the dark shades of blue/green contrast their white bodies and I am in Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Where is my husband? Oh how I long to put my arms around him and laugh and point at the birds. He is way back in the shade watching from a far. My husband missed this up close water's edge experience. Next time, we will rent an umbrella and I will move our blanket closer to the surf and then ask him to join me, as I take his hand and walk with him into the Ocean. I can't wait!
Thursday, April 13, 2006
So many parks where I live. Yesterday I had 30 minutes to kill so I pulled into a park I have never seen before. Strickland Park ia a tiny little spot with three picnic tables and a swing set, bordering on the Banana River and oddly enough there was sand at the rivers edge just below the sea wall. I could see white caps on the river. It was a blustery windy day and the little river waves were crashing on this small strip of a beach.
I was feeling good walking on the sand and looking at nature, even though at 11:30 AM,this was so out of character for me to be outside and wandering though a park. I rarely take the time to enjoy nature, but here I was, lovin' being enveloped by the outdoors.
I looked down at the water's edge and saw a horseshoe crab.
You know the scary looking creature with the long skinny tail that if you step on will sting you? (Or is it a whip tail sting ray that does that?...hahaha)
Anyway this horseshoe crab was brown and shiny, it looked exceptionally shiny because it was wet. The river waves were slapping over it.
I thought:
"Oh, Geez, that poor little horseshoe crab looks like a beached whale. I should push it out into the water. It must be struggling....hummmm."
But you know what? I didn't want to touch it. I was looking around for a stick or something but I wasn't "line-ing" up with messing with it. It was so windy that the water intermittently washed over the crab and rocked it just a tad.
The crab was facing me, with it's tail to River.
I started saying:
"Go, little crab, into the water, Go...Go..."
and then something really weird happened, I mean really weird!
A big mound of sand erupted in front of the brown shiny horseshoe crab.
Within a minute this circular mound of sand turned towards the river and, it appeared
this sandy mound, was attached to the horseshoe crab, because the horseshoe crab turned too and both of them moved into the water.
I stood there with my mouth open.
"What the hell was that?, I thought".
and then it dawned on me, "perhaps that shiny brown crab was having sex with another crab that was buried under the sand.hummmmm.....that's a possibility".
and then I thought:
"If I would have interfered, I could have disloged them and who knows?... done some terrible damage!...Ha! They didn't need me. All is well in nature.
What a nice pause in my day. Nature reminds us again and again that we really don't have to interfere and interrupt others in the way they choose to live their lives! Ha! All really is well!
I was feeling good walking on the sand and looking at nature, even though at 11:30 AM,this was so out of character for me to be outside and wandering though a park. I rarely take the time to enjoy nature, but here I was, lovin' being enveloped by the outdoors.
I looked down at the water's edge and saw a horseshoe crab.
You know the scary looking creature with the long skinny tail that if you step on will sting you? (Or is it a whip tail sting ray that does that?...hahaha)
Anyway this horseshoe crab was brown and shiny, it looked exceptionally shiny because it was wet. The river waves were slapping over it.
I thought:
"Oh, Geez, that poor little horseshoe crab looks like a beached whale. I should push it out into the water. It must be struggling....hummmm."
But you know what? I didn't want to touch it. I was looking around for a stick or something but I wasn't "line-ing" up with messing with it. It was so windy that the water intermittently washed over the crab and rocked it just a tad.
The crab was facing me, with it's tail to River.
I started saying:
"Go, little crab, into the water, Go...Go..."
and then something really weird happened, I mean really weird!
A big mound of sand erupted in front of the brown shiny horseshoe crab.
Within a minute this circular mound of sand turned towards the river and, it appeared
this sandy mound, was attached to the horseshoe crab, because the horseshoe crab turned too and both of them moved into the water.
I stood there with my mouth open.
"What the hell was that?, I thought".
and then it dawned on me, "perhaps that shiny brown crab was having sex with another crab that was buried under the sand.hummmmm.....that's a possibility".
and then I thought:
"If I would have interfered, I could have disloged them and who knows?... done some terrible damage!...Ha! They didn't need me. All is well in nature.
What a nice pause in my day. Nature reminds us again and again that we really don't have to interfere and interrupt others in the way they choose to live their lives! Ha! All really is well!
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