Wednesday, September 13, 2006

I'm sick, I have PMS and I feel like ass.

now is probably not the time to irritate me. I'm just sayin'.

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With the exception of this last year, I've lived in fairly major metropolitan areas my entire life. This weekend I dragged the family unit to Atlanta to see the Atlanta Rollergirls Championship Bout (because my derby BFF's team was playing) and, I swear, I've never been so dazzled by big buildings in my whole life. I felt like the Country Mouse in the big city, staring out the car window as we zoomed past skyscraper after skyscraper.

I had forgotten the anonymity that big cities allow, it was comforting in weird a way. And they also have an Ikea there and real freeways and Chipotles - it was kind of cool.

And they also have the Georgia Aquarium, which is the world's largest aquarium or something, and such a popular place that you have to reserve your tickets ahead of time. It's a great place, lots of cool fishes and such, but it seemed like everyone but us got the memo that, after you'd paid your admission, you were part owner of the place and free to let your feral children run wild, screaming, squalling and crashing into other, more well-behaved families. If I wasn't sure that I would have been escorted out, I would have hip-checked more than one child into the stingray tank.


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Finally, after weeks of being ignored, one of the stay-at-home moms decided to acknowledge me. I'd seen her around, she's super cute, really hip and I even thought I could recruit her to be a derby chick... until we started talking.

We were talking about pop culture references (because we have many of the same ones because we're the same age) and I was really thinking that we could be pals and we were laughing about how it's hard to do more than one chore in a day when you're out of work and she casually says "You're so right! I mean, I'm trying to do what God wants me to do, to show my love for Him, and I just seem to get so caught up in stuff." It was weird, right after hearing her say that, I couldn't understand another word she said, it all sounded like the teachers from Peanuts - "whah whaah, whah whah whaah, God, whah whah, church, whah whaah". If only there were a polite way to ask to be excused from a conversation on the grounds of religion...

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