I am proud of us.

Let me sum up why:

.. we both know that, if you give a certain breed of people enough rope, they’ll inevitably hang themselves.

And we had run-ins with two very specific, very persistent people of this nature this evening.

Across town.  Actually, when we were in seperate counties.

And though it was CRAZY tempting not to retalliate or make a scene or throw weight around..

we just handed them rope.

And with that, I leave you with my favorite quote from “The Crucible”.

She thinks to dance with me on my wife’s grave! And well she might, for I thought of her softly.  God help me, I lusted, and there is a promise in such sweat.  But it is a whore’s vengeance, and you must see it..

 

Stop.  Before you do anything else, I feel obligated to share with you, it’s International Moment of Laughter Day.

So laugh loudly today.  A belly laugh.  You’ll thank me tomorrow.

Anyway, back to Confessions of A Bitter Redhead..

I’ve hooked Geoff on Brewster’s.  My work here is almost done.  I have to admit, I’ve not been to Brewster’s in several weeks.  I’ve not had ICE CREAM in several weeks.  Oh, take that back.. Wednesday night, a week and a half ago, Bryan and I finished off a quart of Mayfield’s Birthday Cake ice cream. (Which is not a bad substitute for Brewster’s Birthday Cake, btw.)  But, maybe this weekend, The Boy and I will wander over there.  I’ll bet eating ice cream outside is a great way to spend a Saturday night in town.

So.. I’m a big list-maker.  I make lists ALL THE TIME.  It’s really the only way I can keep up with myself. (Lame?  Yes.) I make lists FOR everything, too.  Not just grocery shopping.. I list what I’m going to pack if I travel, I list what I need to get done for the day, and I list ..

.. I’m sorry.  I got distracted.  Someone just walked by my cube wearing ACID-WASHED JEANS.

Anyway.  The lists.  They are everywhere.  I’m so fanatical about list-making that, at the end of the day, I go thru my “to-do” list, move what I couldn’t do over to the next day’s list, and then go ahead and do one thing on that list so I can start the day ahead of schedule.  Aren’t I bizarre?  I like to call it “quirky”.  Doctors call it “obsessive”.

Yesterday, someone sat across a desk from me and asked me what my one big goal is.  I looked at him, smiled, and asked, “Personal or professional?”.  He said it was my choice.. whatever I feel is important to me.  At the time, I said, “Owning a house.  I’m ready to have something that is mine, and I can improve upon it, and be proud to have it in my name.”

Then I thought all night about that.  What IS my goal?

Before I turned 25, I made a list of things I wanted to do before that quarter-life mark hit.  So now, I’m aiming for 30.  What do I want to do before I’m 30?  And the list is overwhelming.  A home, kid(s), nicer automobile, a profitable situation, be a size 6 (that’s for you, Jenni), have my wisdom teeth removed, celebrate my parents, teach Charlie to come when called..

It’s Easter this weekend.  The time of rebirth.  And, apparently, the time for a moment of laughter.