Aaron tried getting the internet to work at Marieke’s house last night, but it’s decided to act like a spoiled, rotten, Only Child and do whatever the heck it wants, when it wants. And as it appears, it REALLY doesn’t want to connect to Marieke’s network.
Today however, Aaron came round after we blew in from the wind and hail storm after church and here I am, on the internet. At Marieke's! Woot. Gotta love nerds. High five, Aaron!
Since the rain’s appearance, I’ve been forced to break out my rain coat; which is only slightly more attractive than a black garbage bag. I could put up a picture, but I’d rather not. During the hunt for something to keep me dry in Holland (and that was cheap…which was where I went wrong) I discovered that waterproof and hideous went hand in hand. It was like some kind of unwritten law. “Oh, you’re looking for something water proof? Right this way to the ‘Hideous Beyond Belief section,’ where the only sizes to choose from are Large, Larger and then Giant.” Me: “SOoo…is this jacket likely to have shoulder pads?” Salesperson: “Oh without a doubt.” Me: “Riiiiiight….Yes. And will it most likely drape about me in such a way that my gender will be indistinguishable to all creatures that I am likely to come across?” Salesperson: “That’s our money back guarantee!” *wink, wink, point pretend gun, wink* Me: “Yup, I’ll take it!”
I suppose I have no one to blame but myself. I did try it on. I did buy it. It was $6. Give me a break.
Perfect and complete.
Brenda: You really can't tell it's there. Barely noticeable."
Bold faced Liar, she is.
It's no big deal, I just rescued an old lady from being mugged, and God knows what else. But let's not think about that. Let's just be thankful that I was there at the right place, right time.
I mean people keep throwing around the word, "Hero!" But really, I mean anyone would have done it. Well not like ANYONE, but you know, anyone with such quick reflexes. And a keen sense of self awarement(it's a word). With as much personal strength as a tiger, and the wit of a lioness.
She just kept going on and on about how brave I was. And smart. Seriously, just stop! I mean you COULD keep going on, but really, I might start blushing. She probably would have have taken a picture of me if she had a camera, but when I asked, she said she didn't have one. I really didn't want to make a big deal of it or anything, I didn't do it for fame or glory, or money....but I guess it would be impossible to get away from a situation like that WITHOUT getting all those things.....
Anyways, I hope I made you proud Pop. Don't worry ma, The Doc says, I'll be fine. Something about how I'm more than fine, like I didn't need to have even gone to the hospital and that I really shouldn't be using up their space and time, but they just said it that way to make me not feel embarrassed. What they were meaning to say is that I'm unnaturally strong, and while OTHER people with such a wound would probly need to be kept over night for monitoring, I have some kind of ultra human strength (I'm assuming) so I could just go home. I'm gonna lay low, I don't really feel like interviewing with the press. Thank goodness they never really heard anything about it...at all. Cause that would just be too much.
But yah, I'm all good. ALLLLLLLLLLLLLL good.
Just gonna drink tea, and eat these ginger cookie things. Read a book, and chill out with Catto. She's the world's most cross cat. She doesn't do anything, Ever. And when I get near, she hisses. She's easily 200 years old, and badly needs a good brushing.
Catto also likes to eat Tulips. MY Tulips. Just to tick me off.