Witnessed…

A person walks into a room full of people engaged in conversation. They may expect to be welcomed, but are not. Rudeness is witnessed first hand from a friend to a friend. Feelings are mixed…should they jump in to already flowing conversation or should they keep to themsleves and wait for others to arrive that have not begun to connect yet? Do people find it unusual to walk up to a conversation and just insert themselves? In the interest of protecting themselves and those close to them, they want to leave the situation. Is this insecurity on their part or insensitivity on the part of those already there? They are overreacting, right? Or maybe not. Whose job is it to initiate? Should those called “friends” engage first? If they were a stranger, would it be the same? Uncomfortable place that should be comfortable. When in friendship do people get past themselves and get real? Or do all those involved truly think they are being real? It isn’t their fault, they are just clueless in their self-centered world. If someone is hurting and no one notices, who’s fault is it? The hurting person or those who should ask? I’m full of questions.

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A break from school always forces the kids to find creative ways to pass the time. Today they created a “dog” using a basketball, gatorade bottles, a sand bucket and (of course) duct tape. They named him “Thwomp”. The best part for me is all of them getting along and working together happily.

After reading on Nathan’s Blog about MDX I was interested to find out about guarana soda. I found this… “BAWLS” …not sure if I would want to drink it. the name alone makes me wonder.

I Want It

You are Rizzo the Rat.
You have few friends, but are loyal to those you do
have. Maybe if you didn’t smell like sewage
you would have more.

SPECIES:
Rodentia Digesta Lotta Grub
HOMETOWN:
Brooklyn, USA

FAVORITE MOVIE:
“Rat On A Hot Tin Roof”

FAVORITE SONG:
“The Pest Is Yet To Come”

FAVORITE FOOD:
You got it, I’ll eat it.

HOBBIES:
See “Favorite Food”.

QUOTE:
“When do we eat?”

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Yoda busts a move.

Warning: the following link contains foul language. (But it is dang funny!)
Gold Ride…

Now, I’m a Starbucks fan. I like their coffee more than most places and the convenience is top notch. Buuutt…the Starbucks nearest my house has a new employee and I’m all about giving the newbees a break, but this girl was just plain not even there. As I was waiting, there were few boys drinking something but obviously waiting for something. Finally, the girl making the coffee says to the box of rocks, I mean girl at the register, “did you ring them up for a hot chocolate?” The girls says no. So I move up in line and the one boy with the money comes over and asks if she can ring him up for the hot chocolate. She says yes, then takes my order, but isn’t really paying attention to me. And by then the line has formed behind me and she has not rung up the boys hot chocolate. Then she gets one food item…I ordered two food items. I said “Did you get the cookie?” She looks at me blankly and asks if I wanted a cookie instead of a rice kispy treat. No, I want both. She then has to charge my card again for the buck or whatever the cookie is. “I didn’t get the cookie,” she says. Now I am getting the picture of why the boys didn’t get their hot chocolate. So I go over to wait for my drink, and look at the boys waiting for their hot chocolate that no one is making. I say to them, “She still isn’t making your hot chocloate.” They look at me as though I am speaking some dead language and don’t respond. So I started signing to them. They weren’t amused. Some communication breakdowns at home, I suspect. But that is a different story. So, by the time I left the boys were saying how they should just go home and forget it. I wasn’t particularly annoyed, I just noticed that the afternoon staff is not quite as proficient as the early morning staff.