Night-time excitement

I psychoanalyzed the creep who knocked on our door last night. I guess I don't know that he is a creep but he scared me, so that is what I am going to call him. This is what I decided he was thinking:

1. Saw woman who upset me somewhere near this building.
2. There is a light on in that apartment, ergo she must be in there.
3. I will carry my beer with me as intimidation as I knock loudly on this door at 1:30 am.
4. I decide my beer was no longer intimidating since they didn't answer the door, so I will set it down as I figure out how to climb the side of the house and peep in the window.
5. Aha, someone is looking at me. Now I must go back to the door and knock loudly again.
6. My strong cigarette odor must also be intimidating. I will use that as a weapon.
7. Sleepy woman on the couch is not who I am looking for, so I will go now, unapologetic.

Psychology of me after being thoroughly scared: I have no idea how to use my new phone to call 9-1-1, but I can assuredly figure out how to use my new facebook app to share my freak-out moment with the world. It provides comfort.

Cameron tells me that I will have everyone thinking we live in a horrible neighborhood. We don't really. I am just looking forward to living on our property where the only thing knocking on our door in the middle of the night should be a deer. The house cannot be done soon enough for me!

Veterans Day

I would like to tell you about two very brave, selfless men who changed my life in many ways. These men were both in the military, although in different branches, and both were set to serve their country in WWII. Thankfully, that dreadful war ended before they could be a part. However, both men experienced things I cannot even imagine in their service. I can only remember one of them, but he was a no-nonsense man who was firm but oh-so-kind. Both stood strong while still passing on the genes that cause me to get choked up at hearing the Star Spangled Banner being played over the radio. Happy Veterans Day to my grandfathers; to my grandmothers who stood by their men; to the men who have fought and are still fighting to preserve our freedom and to the families who wait for them at home. You have my thanks and admiration.

One o'them kinda days

A serious event happened in my life today and it caused me to learn many things about the milk of human kindness.

These are my shoes. They are on the floor at work. You are surely wondering how they got there. On my feet of course! Yes. I got up, got dressed and had been at work for an hour when I noticed this unfortunate circumstance. You know what I found out?

1. I always thought having your eyes open while dressing helped. It doesn't.

2. People didn't notice! I had no time to come home until now, and so I ran around town doing errands like this. I think one guy maybe saw. And he's male so there is a good chance that he was just looking at my feet because he has a weird foot fetish and didn't notice the shoes at all.

3. People not noticing made me wonder: Did they really not notice? Or did they choose not to say anything? And does this make them polite or mean? Is it the polite thing to notice that someone really hasn't gotten their act together and ignore it, or to pull them aside and kindly let them know that they really have issues? (Or at least wardrobe issues?!)

4. Cameron went hunting. Apparently that means that I immediately fall to pieces. Told you I needed a support group.

5. I was kind of hoping that by running around town with mismatched shoes, someone would think I was poor and offer to buy me a new pair of shoes. No such luck.

Ladies, here's my advice: Cute shoes (or even matching ones!) apparently don't matter. Don't let that keep you from buying them anyway, though. Mismatched shoes cause backaches, so you may as well have CUTE matching ones!

A good weekend to you all!