- There's this song on one of Harper's music class c.d.'s. They sing something about "I met a man and old was he, Old Man I said, Where do you live? I live in clapping/twirling/stomping land, Come follow me and live with me in clapping/twirling/stomping land." I am completely weirded out by this song. Some old man telling children to come live with him where all they do is clap/twirl/stomp...all things kids love to do??? Creeper.
- Speaking of music class: I'm just so awful in social situations. I just want to stand up and tell everyone that I'm not a freak or rude. I just suck at making conversation with people I'm not well acquainted with. I always wind up leaving that class feeling like a total failure. I never know what to say and when I do say something it's all wrong. I suck.
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| I suck at life but she really is awesome. |
- We (as in me and PaHayden bwhaha!) went to Oliver Winery over the weekend. First, the "tour" of the place can barely be called that. It's a small factory so you walk like 15 feet and it's over. However, the "tour" guide seemed to know her stuff and seemed like someone I'd hang out with (she should be so lucky!). Second, it took a lifetime for someone to give us our samples. Unimpressed. Third, the samples were super small. But the wine was all delish (save for the blackberry that I thought I was going to love. boo.) and I got myself a wine glass that I christened Ollie (cause it has Oliver Winery written on it. Clever, I know) and I will only drink OW out of it. Really cause that's the only wine I ever drink.
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| Me and Hayden. I look fine in this pic, but it doesn't do justice to my dress. It's really fabulous, I swear. |
- I ran a complete mile without stopping this morning. Laugh, joke, mock all you want but it's seriously the first time in my life I've ever done that. And I wasn't even out of breath! I feel super cool. My goal is to get in shape so I can wear something like this next year:
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| I think this is mom-of-a-toddler-appropriate swimwear, don't you? |
- I am tempted to stop reading for class so I can finish The Girl Who Played With Fire and The Help. It's too bad I feel guilty when I'm not a good student.
- If I have to watch Elmo one more time I'm going to make his red fur into a ball of yarn and sell it on etsy.com. Cause that is considered handmade, correct?
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On the topic of social situations: I'm awful too. I've been meeting with the same group of women once a week for almost two years now and the other day one of them asked me if I take awhile to warm up to people. I said, yeah, I guess, the more relaxed I am the better. And she said, yeah, she thought so, because after two years she finally feels like I'm normal, whereas at first she thought I was socially inept. And here I thought I'd been accepted as normal like two months after I started hanging out with them.
It was every bit as humiliating as it sounds.
No, but seriously, people who are socially awesome with strangers really amaze me.
Sarah - I completely agree. Somewhere I got lost in that part of the gene pool. I'm always in total awe of people who are always great in social situations. Lucky, lucky people.
Donald is one of those people. He can talk to anyone about anything and in ten minutes they're BFFs, it's ridiculous. I joke with him that he's defective. People who were socially pathetic probably survived better in, say, cave-days, right? I mean, they didn't go around talking to strangers who might spear them in the back AND because they didn't want the hassle of meeting new people they were extra-loyal to the ones they knew, which helped in mammoth hunting.
No?
Yeah, Donald doesn't buy it either =P
(Also, lol, after reading this yesterday I was at a friend's blog this morning and noticed that she calls herself socially awkward in her about-me info. THIS TOTALLY BACKS UP MY MAMMOTH-HUNTING THEORY!) (LOL)
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