Bizarre racism

So Jo and I are walking down my street to my car and two black girls are in front of us talking about getting into an apartment by fumbling for keys and then hoping someone lets them in. At some point, one girl says something about "white girls." She turned around to us and said "Sorry, no offense to you girls." We smiled and we all keep walking down the street.

Then, at the corner, she turns around and says "I feel like I need to justify that comment. It's not like I am racist. It's just... I don't know... like you're the police." What?

If I would have said something like that, I would have gotten punched in the face.

The world at 5 a.m.

I had to take a friend to the airport this morning at 4 a.m. so I ended up just staying awake and being productive. I like the world a whole lot better at 5 a.m. Who knew?

There is no one on the interstates eliminating any road rage, excessive use of the blinker and the eventual merge.

There are crazy people (at least 20) lined up outside the gym waiting for it to open. I got there three minutes before it opened but these people obviously have this as part of their morning ritual. Why not just wait in your car instead of in a line in the rain? Still, I appreciate them for their intense dedication/insanity.

The ghetto discount grocery store is mostly free from shoppers that make me want carve my cucumber into a point for protection if anyone approaches my cart. Also I get to watch the manager go through sour cream containers already on the shelves and smell them. Luckily I don't ever buy sour cream because if I did, that would be the last time.

Coffee tastes a lot better when you've already been up five hours and you are so tired you keep forgetting where you are.

Overcoming fears

I am not a rollercoaster person. I have never technically been on one. The only rides I would ride at the county fair were the ferris wheel ... and well that's about it. I hate the tilt-a-whirl and the one time I rode the spinny, fast moving red thing, I cried and had a mini panic attack. I was 17.

Today I got free passes to go to Disneyland and the connecting adventure park. I did the Grizzly Water Run which was mildly out of my comfort zone because it included getting wet and some fairly big drops. We walked over to the new rollercoaster and I could feel my stomach at my ankles as I watched the cars spin around, upside down, in the outline of the Mickey face. I can imagine my neck snapping and my internal organs coming up in my throat. That one is eliminated because of the upside down action.

So we meander throughout the park and end up at the Tower of Terror. Me, thinking to myself: "No effing way. I have never and never will do something this scary." My plan is to stand in line and then bail out at the last second to watch. So at least I could say I almost did but not actually have the horrifying experience. The thing is, I kept looking at the other people in line and thinking they looked like a bunch of wimps and I was definitely much braver than them. While analyzing all of this, I forgot to bail.

After some stories about the Twlight Zone and a long drawn out process to make everyone incredibly antsy, you board an elevator which takes you to another elevator shaft where you sit down and they double check your seat belt and make you tighten it. It goes slow at first as the elevator creeps up. You see yourself disappear in the mirror like a ghost and all is fine. Then you start dropping random distances. Absolute free falling and stop, then falling again. Then you climb all the way back to the top, the doors open so you can see how high you are and then you just fall. 13 stories at 39 mph.

Scariest thing I have ever done. Hands down. My hands were still violently shaking 10 minutes later.

Sometimes I feel like my life is one big Tower of Terror ride. The feeling though, when the doors open, you take off your seatbelt and the doors open to a much safer place and you think "Oh my god, I think I made it," might be worth the terrifying, mind-erasing, paralyzing fear.

1^%$gt4e@#&

Boss: "Why didn't you share these documents with me?"

Me: "You're the one who gave them to me."

Boss: "Why didn't you copy them so I had a copy for this meeting?"

Me: "You are holding them in your hand right now. Why would I copy them?"

Boss: "OK, I will go make copies."

Me: "What? We both already have copies."

You can't even make this shit up.

Play pen

I parked right by the door today which means everyone who walks into the building can see what's inside my car if they are even half as nosy as me. This is what they would find:

- Two Shrek dolls from McDonalds Happy Meals
- A Sponge Bob Square Pants candy dispenser
- Melted chocolate eggs from Easter
- One running shoe
- Lots of sweaty socks from rollerblading
- A cat toy
- White tank top
- Starbucks cup
- Lots of bills

OH.MY.GOD.

http://www.fortwayne.com/mld/journalgazette/17172298.htm

"But as a Christian, he said, he also can’t deny that some actions are sinful, and sometimes it’s appropriate for a school board to comment on those issues.

“If there’s a lot of breakdown and problems in the schools, and much of those problems you could relate to the breakdown in the family, then anything that breaks the family structure down I think is not conducive to good learning,” Allgeier said."

WHAT? Are these homosexual students having sex in the middle of class? Because really that's the only way I could see being gay would be in the way of good learning.