Sunday afternoon this happened to my car:
It 's a little easier to see what the damage is from the inside.
I keep wanting to scream "stupid little shits!" because I know it was a group of kids in my neighborhood. I actually heard this happen but didn't actually think it was my car, I thought it was a bottle breaking (there are lots of those in my neighborhood too). It wasn't until a day later that I noticed that my awesome Buick hood ornament was missing. My best guess is that someone took a bat to the hood ornament and it hit the windshield. Broad daylight, 3:30 or so on a Sunday afternoon. If there is a silver lining in all of this it's that the cracks are on the passenger's side and don't look like they'll spread over to the driver's side.
But, spring has finally hit Chicago and the flowers are all bloomy. The tulips have already come and gone but the iris and peonies and lilacs are all out and that is a lovely thing. All of these flowers make me think of my grandma. Yesterday when I was getting dressed and finding the earrings that I needed for my outfit one of her rings fell out of the little bowl where I sometimes keep smaller bits of jewelry. So I said hi to my grandma and put on the ring.
Yesterday was the last day with the red hair. It was time. I'm just too lazy to refresh the color every week and then scrub down the bathroom to keep it from turning pink. So today it's mostly auburn-ish.
Speaking of the red hair. I just need to get this out in the universe:
Not everyone with unnaturally colored hair is starving for attention.
When I was in Ohio I visited a church service that is specifically designed for people in and around their twenties. There might have been a few hundred people there (I'm horrible at estimating numbers of people) but no one else with odd hair, which, frankly, in and of itself, seemed odd in that demographic. Afterward my friend wanted to chat a bit with the guy who spoke and then mentioned that I needed prayer because I hadn't gone up when the speaker mentioned the hurty knees and I have hurty knees (have since 4th grade folks). So besides wanting to injure my friend I had to stand there through the awkwardness of the whole "Can I touch it while I pray for you?" "No" conversation. (Standard practice in the V-yard when you're praying for healing - touch the person or part that you are praying for. I just don't like people touching me when they pray because it's Distracting! Especially those people that pat or rub. Even worse)
Aaaanyways, short story long, this guy starts out with a whole thing about how his first impression of me was that I just really needed to know that God sees me and know that I'm important to him and blah blah blah. Which I thought was silly. And then later, in the car ride home I realized that was his interpretation of the unnaturally colored hair. Clearly I was a desperate soul who needed attention with hair like this. Yeah, not so much. But I think I'm over it now that I've gotten it out there. I'll move on.
To this:This is the top of my big ol' trunk in my living room. The red-mouthed deal holds DVDs right now. It came home with me in September. My parents had it for a few years. I think they got it at an auction in the Dallas area at some point. But the turtle and the lady are new, found thrifting this last week. The lady cost less than a dollar. The turtle was four dollars. I like them. I found some great stuff last night. Is it weird that I buy toys for my friends' children while I'm thrifting? They're all wooden toys but I keep wondering if it's odd and if my friends would think it's weird. Like last night I found a yellow bus that I think Elliot would like since he like buses, a fact I didn't know before last weekend. I mean, if it's weird, I think they're cute so I'll keep them so it's not all a waste. But what do you think?
Phew. That was a lot of stuff. Congratulations you if you've made it this far!