Venting

So, I was in the hardware store today, and I don't normally go in for the whole feminism thing, but I have to ask this -- what in the world do men find so amusing about a woman being in a hardware store by herself? I mean, I ask you -- WHAT is so funny about that? I was looking for doorknobs (because, gosh, I don't know, sometimes people just need things for the house -- I can see how that's just hilarious), and these two guys kept looking at me and kind of smiling and laughing. I tried to ignore it for a little bit, but they didn't stop looking at me, so of course I got mad. I grew up with a father who didn't treat women like that, so it's difficult for me to comprehend that level of idiocy. So I finally just asked them if I could help them with something, because they seemed interested in what I was doing, and then they left. I think it embarrased them, because I said it kind of loud. It made me feel good inside. Sometimes a woman's got to take a stand. I mean, for crying out loud, I'm 35 years old, and I realize I may look like I'm 12, but I should still be able to go into a store and not get visually harrassed by some swine male who thinks I'm out of place for trying to fix up my home. I got back to the house and told my rubber chicken all about it over a cup of coffee. Little Jimmy never makes fun of me (despite what Becky says in her blogs, he's a good companion, and he comes in handy when we have to do skits in church that involves butchers...)

On a less venemous note, I heard the other day that this is National Tell A Joke month (I'm not sure if that's really true, or if someone was just playing a joke on me), so let me end with a joke that I have found humorous:

"This guy walks into a bar. It really hurt. "

HA! I love that joke!

A Short Note

This blog will be brief -- I just got home from Cleveland, and I'm pretty exhausted. There's not much thought going through my head right now. Well, actually there is, but it's all a jumbled mess, and I can't make much of it. I hate it when you get a bunch of thoughts in your head, and before you can finish one thought, another one comes along and cuts in line, so you forget the first thing you were thinking about. Then you drive yourself crazy trying to remember what it was you were thinking about to begin with.

You know what else I hate? Weird dreams. I had one again last night. You know how you'll be dreaming about something, and then the dream just changes all of a sudden to something totally unexpected and unrelated? Like, you're dreaming that you're standing in the middle of a grassy field, talking to your friends about cherry pies, and then all of a sudden you're in some strange house you've never seen before, watching a western on TV and holding a three-legged puppy? That's what this dream was like. It was just all over the place, made no sense at all, and then someone shot me in the neck at the end of it, which made me wake up in a cold sweat. Then I started having all kinds of thoughts going through my head again, which made me not be able to sleep. I think maybe I'm under too much stress. Anyway, I'm going to retire for the night. Hopefully I can keep up with this blog more than once a week...