October 04, 2004
'Cause I'm young
and I'm white
And my hat's real low
-- Jay-Z
First off all, I am well aware that the correct lyrics are, “’Cause I’m young and I’m black and my hat’s real low. Do I look like a mind reader, sir, I don’t know?” But obviously, I had to tweak it for my own purposes. Now to the events of the weekend --
How is it that there are 14 people on my hall and only 4 showed up for work on Friday? Everyone was either off or on a business trip. I sure didn’t get the memo. As for Saturday, isn’t it classy of the DKE’s at UA to hang a sign on their house that said, “In a game of inches, SC’s cocks come up short”? That’s lovely, guys – your parents should be proud! Speaking of UA – I am a diehard fan to the uttermost but I’m tired of losing every season. I don’t have the heart for another 4 win affair…
On Sunday I decided to go get dinner from Jim and Nick’s. Now I was dressed down in the truest sense of the phrase – gray shorts, old t-shirt, sunglasses and a khaki baseball cap resting real low on my brow. (“And my hat’s real low”) But I was just going through the drive through and then back my merry way – should be no harm. I make it through the first window with, “Thank you very much, have a nice day” and proceed to window number 2. At window number 2 I am greeted by a Mexican man, “hi, sir, how you today?” Ok, so apparently my long, reddish brown, curly ponytail did not indicate to him that I am a Ms. Here’s a tip – if you don’t know the gender of a individual, skip the “sir, miss, ma’am” bit and stick with pleasantries. I knew I should have put my earrings back in…
But you would be proud, I handled it nicely – I simply turned and flashed my pearly whites and then he looked embarrassed. Oh well, lesson learned, I hope. Later that evening I decided to give myself a pedicure of sorts. Part of this involved soaking my feet in some purple stuff, following with a foot scrub and finishing with a foot lotion. So it was all good action until this morning and I discovered that the foot scrub, which I applied with my hands and a washcloth, had proceeded to cause the skin between my fingers to peel away. Here’s a thought – I rather like the skin between my fingers – I mean, it’s needed, right? I don’t need all that tough stuff on my heels, though. So how is it helpful that by getting a bit of this stuff on my hands I now am peeling off in the wrong place? My heels are still rough, too, by the way…
And my hat's real low
-- Jay-Z
First off all, I am well aware that the correct lyrics are, “’Cause I’m young and I’m black and my hat’s real low. Do I look like a mind reader, sir, I don’t know?” But obviously, I had to tweak it for my own purposes. Now to the events of the weekend --
How is it that there are 14 people on my hall and only 4 showed up for work on Friday? Everyone was either off or on a business trip. I sure didn’t get the memo. As for Saturday, isn’t it classy of the DKE’s at UA to hang a sign on their house that said, “In a game of inches, SC’s cocks come up short”? That’s lovely, guys – your parents should be proud! Speaking of UA – I am a diehard fan to the uttermost but I’m tired of losing every season. I don’t have the heart for another 4 win affair…
On Sunday I decided to go get dinner from Jim and Nick’s. Now I was dressed down in the truest sense of the phrase – gray shorts, old t-shirt, sunglasses and a khaki baseball cap resting real low on my brow. (“And my hat’s real low”) But I was just going through the drive through and then back my merry way – should be no harm. I make it through the first window with, “Thank you very much, have a nice day” and proceed to window number 2. At window number 2 I am greeted by a Mexican man, “hi, sir, how you today?” Ok, so apparently my long, reddish brown, curly ponytail did not indicate to him that I am a Ms. Here’s a tip – if you don’t know the gender of a individual, skip the “sir, miss, ma’am” bit and stick with pleasantries. I knew I should have put my earrings back in…
But you would be proud, I handled it nicely – I simply turned and flashed my pearly whites and then he looked embarrassed. Oh well, lesson learned, I hope. Later that evening I decided to give myself a pedicure of sorts. Part of this involved soaking my feet in some purple stuff, following with a foot scrub and finishing with a foot lotion. So it was all good action until this morning and I discovered that the foot scrub, which I applied with my hands and a washcloth, had proceeded to cause the skin between my fingers to peel away. Here’s a thought – I rather like the skin between my fingers – I mean, it’s needed, right? I don’t need all that tough stuff on my heels, though. So how is it helpful that by getting a bit of this stuff on my hands I now am peeling off in the wrong place? My heels are still rough, too, by the way…
Posted by Amy at 13:15:14 |
Grace wrote: