1) You know, I had a whole rant that talked about how cynical and unsympathetic I've become since working at the church, but I deleted it. It made me sound petty and small, and I hate that I sometimes feel that way. People come to this church all the time asking for money and things, and a great number of those people are scamming us. It bothers me that I haven't learned to discern between those with an actual need and those who just want someone else to pay their way in the world. I don't want to lose my charitable heart, but every time I realize we give help to people who are just too lazy or stubborn to go out and help themselves, that part of me dies a little more. I think I get so angry about it because I know that there is always a chance that one day I could be in the same situation as them, and I'd like to believe that I'd be less likely to scam a church for money, but who knows? I might be just as likely to lie to a good-hearted pastor as some of the people who've come here, and that scares me. I don't want karmic retribution to put me in that place to teach me first hand why these people do what they do, I just want to understand so I'm not fooled by it. Sometimes the world and the people in it can be awful.
2) Steve and I went camping a couple of weeks ago, but I don't think I'm going to do it anymore. It wasn't all bad! The cooking out and being outside was nice, and sitting around a fire and roasting marshmallows was actually fun. I don't even think sleeping in the tent would have been so bad, had we had an air mattress or something, but it was the whole feeling dirty that sticky and smoky that I didn't like. Oh, and also having to walk to a completely different place to go to the bathroom (although, I'm very grateful we had actual indoor plumbing nearby) was not fun. I suppose that makes me sound like a pansy, and if so, I guess I'm a pansy! I generally don't mind being dirty, if I can get clean again in a reasonable amount of time, but there is something about the kind of gross you feel after sleeping in a tent that just icks me out almost more than I can stand. We had friends who were camping and asked us to join them the week after we went, but only Steve stayed to sleep that night. I went home and took a shower! Then this past week we went back to the campground to have dinner with those same friends (they are RV campers who can deal with prolonged camping) and that was lots of fun, mainly because we didn't have to sleep there. Even though we were only there for a couple of hours, my hair STILL smells like wood smoke. I can't get it out. Every time my hair gets wet, it smells like my head is on fire! Anyone know a remedy for smoky hair? I'd make a terrible outdoorsman, I think. I'm too much of a weenie.
3) I'm so glad the weather is getting cooler! I have so many scarves and boots and I like being able to wear them without breaking a sweat. Of course, I think I actually started wearing them a bit prematurely, but who cares? I looked cute!
4) Last week I was invited to a baby's first birthday party, and I went! (Take that, people who think I hate children!) The party was for a little girl from my church, and I really like her family. Her parents are younger than me, but we share a lot of the same geekyness, so when they told me it was a super hero themed party being held at the local comic book store, I was all for that. The Facebook invitation said it was a dress up as a super hero kind of party, and that everyone was welcome to join in on that. Believe it or not, I don't actually own a super hero costume, so I figured that I would just wear one of my appropriate t-shirts or something.
A couple of days before the party I got a message asking if I'd be willing to wear the mom's full-on Wonder Woman costume. Bless her heart for thinking I could fit into her clothes (I couldn't) so I had to say no. Of course, I don't even like wearing a bathing suit in public, and wearing that costume to the comic store would have been the equivalent of me wearing a bathing suit to a grocery store. However, I felt bad because I thought that maybe they wanted the adults who came to dress up to add to the party. You know, in the same way some people want clowns (shudder) they might want super heroes. So I devised a much more modest, yet still clearly identifiable, Wonder Woman outfit. I had star spangled pants, a red shirt with the logo, red shoes, a headband with a star, big poofy hair and bright red lipstick. I was so adorable!
When I showed up to the party, I was the only adult wearing anything resembling a costume. Seriously, the only one. Granted, my version of the outfit wasn't as flashy or skimpy as it would have been if I was wearing the real costume, but I still stood out a little bit! Oh well, I really didn't mind. The birthday girl's older sisters knew who I was supposed to be and they seemed to like it, so it was worth it! I had fun being Wonder Woman for the evening, and if I ever think I look good enough in the actual costume, I'll even wear that! So call me for all of your super hero needs! I do parties! :)
After the party, I stopped to get get something to eat. I ended up having to go inside, and when the guy behind the counter realized what I was wearing, he was laughing so much he almost couldn't help me. Oh, well!