Tuesday, February 26, 2008

Traffic Music

This weekend I drove down to the strip a lot, for class and to spend time with my family. On Saturday morning I hit a fun little traffic jam as I got off the I-15 onto Flamingo. I was stuck at one light for 20 minutes and I knew I was going to be late for class. The only thing that was keeping me from getting really ticked off was my music. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a middle aged lady in the car to the right of me and her music was keeping her happy too. She was intensely tapping her hands on the steering wheel and singing(well it looked like singing). This made me smile. I can handle traffic jams.

Friday, February 22, 2008

Offensive???


Lately I have been having a lot of random run-ins with people that are a little bit mentally off (I am sure that is the politically correct way of saying it). We saw the red-headed-creepy guy at institute the other night, but luckily we backed slowly out of the room and he didn't see us. After dodging that bullet another kid that is a little mentally/socially off came up to us and started talking. He asked me, "How many people are in your family?" I told him "There are five kids." He then said "That's big!" I was courteous and asked "How many are in your family?" He then said "There are six." I said "Oh that is pretty big! I guess it is because you are Mormon!" When I said this he didn't even look at me and he just darted away like I offended him. I guess it is offensive to say Mormon families are big.

Then at work yesterday this guy that is a bit mentally off (because of a motorcycle accident) was talking to me. He was saying that my new desk was nice. I then said, "Ya it is like one of the best that there is!" and I laughed. I was just demonstrating some friendly banter, but apparently he took it the wrong way, because his reaction was a bit surprising. He said, as he was walking away in a very harsh tone, "Ya, sarcasm will get you no where!" OK! I had no idea that I was being sarcastic! But apparently he thought I was and he thought I was getting no where with it.
So if you need someone to offend a mentally-off person I am your girl.

Friday, February 08, 2008

Another serious post!


Emily Dickensen wrote this poem about hope. Everytime I feel a little hopeless and there is a return of hope I think of this poem.

Hope

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune--without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.

Tuesday, February 05, 2008