i have absolutely no idea how to respond to this prayer at a nascar race from 2011 in nashville. i will however say thanks ship of fools for bringing it to my attention.
first i want to say that today is adam’s birthday. i can’t believe he is 18 years old. he is such an awesome kid that i am really proud of. i am looking forward to hiking with him over spring break.
now to my story.
this week has been one of those weird weeks in wisconsin weather where i cross country skied at the beginning of the week and was riding my bike and running in shorts at the end of the week. seriously, it was in the mid-60s today while we experienced a low of 9° on monday. so while i was running in shorts today, i was running in tights and shorts to stay warm throughout the rest of the week.
that’s where the weirdness came from.
wednesday i was running through our neighborhood and i saw a guy that i often see running around the neighborhood too. we usually just nod at each other when we run past one another. since i could tell he had obviously just finished running, i thought i would stop and get to know him. after all, i like to be a good neighbor and this guy only lives a few roads from me. we started talking about running, how we both did in the point bock run (he is much faster than me), and various other things. during the conversation he asked me about the tights i was wearing. he wondered if they tended to get hot. i told him not really because they are pretty thin and made of wicking material. i pinched them and pulled them away from my leg so that he could see how thin they were. apparently my pinch and pull method didn’t convince him because he quickly reached out and placed his hand, palm first, on my leg and said “wow, those are really thin.” he then slowly removed his hand from my thigh.
i was in complete shock. i really wasn’t expecting it. i’m sure he didn’t mean anything from it but at the same time i wasn’t sure how to respond. so i decided the best thing to do was run away. so i did.
i think i will get a pair of thicker tights next year … or change my running route. :)
i go to the main street portage county public library pretty often. my family is made up of readers so i often find myself checking out and returning books. since the library also has free wifi i often use it as an “office” when i am looking for a place other than emy j’s to do some work. today i went to the library to return, check out and use it as an office.
while checking things out today my library card didn’t initially work. the librarian responded “there is probably some dirt or something on the card preventing the barcode from being read.” this made perfect sense but she then added, “i’ll just wipe it on my magic rear.”
that’s right. she said she was going to wipe it on her butt and before i could say “NO” she moved it to her backside and wiped my card on her rear. when she tried the barcode reader again it didn’t work.
i guess her butt wasn’t so magic after all.
since i have no plans to use my now butt-wiped card again, i will get a new library card the next time i am at the library.
this is awesome. 6 bandits with sledgehammers try to break into a jewelry store but are thwarted by a 70 year old woman with a large purse. it is incredible. this little old lady runs across the street to chase these guys away with her purse.
not really but i did see these two adverts today and they made me chuckle and think a little.
neither a can of beans nor a drive by pooping are your typical form of advertising and i am sure that there are some disadvantages in advertisements like this (credibility, etc.) but i personally respect people and companies that are willing to take chances and be abnormal in an attempt to grab my attention. at the very least you would have a great story concerning the can of beans you got for buying a house or the guy on the toilet that drove past you on i-39 and 70 mph.
i went to copp’s grocery store yesterday to buy food and drinks for the party after jackie’s baptism. while i was in the soft drink aisle a little, old lady starting randomly talking to me (i would guess she was around 80). she commented on how many soft drinks i was buying. i told her why i was buying them and she seemed happy with that.
she then said “i’m glad to see you are buying dr. pepper.”
truthfully i wasn’t really sure how to respond to that comment. it’s nice that that she was pleased with what i was purchasing but also a little unusual. i simple wasn’t sure how i was supposed to comment on her statement. was i supposed to tell her that it pleased me to know that i had pleased her? so in confusion i took the whimpy way out and opted for a bland “thanks.”
her next response was what really threw me off. she said, “i can’t drink pepsi because it makes me burp a lot.”
this is simple not what i expect to discuss with 80 year olds that i don’t know. maybe i’ve lived a sheltered life but i don’t usually discuss belching with strangers, let alone strangers that are little old ladies. nothing in my past has prep’d me for how to interact with such discussions. i began to have serious fears that this lady might move in other directions. if she was okay discussion her belches with people she didn’t know then she might also feel comfortable discussing suppositories or laxatives with anyone passing by. i wasn’t going to stay around for those discussions. therefore, i said, “yes, pepsi is a rather gassy drink” and then headed out of the aisle as fast as i could.
yes, i am a coward. i know i probably missed a better story by running away with my tail tuck between my legs but some stories simply carry too much risk with them.
pam and i went remodeling shopping tonight. we are looking into remodeling adam and noah’s bathroom. while we were walking down the aisles of menards an amish male challenged me to shopping cart chicken. actually he was walking down a side aisle about to join the main one that pam and i were walking down. i saw him and he saw me. i know this because he looked me straight in the eyes. as he got close to the main aisle i thought he would stop. that is what he was supposed to do. everyone knows that the side aisles don’t have the shopping cart right of way. well this amish guy apparently doesn’t have to live by the rules that everyone else does. instead he just walked straight into the main aisle forcing me to slam on my shopping cart brakes (i.e. my feet). it was a pretty aggressive move for a pacifist. this of course is what threw me off and is why i didn’t say anything to him. i’m just not used to being cut off by men in suspenders.