A fan? Last year when I sent out my holiday cards, I had a pile at work for the mailman on the pickup table. He took a glance and said, "Ah, a fan letter!" I guess he thought I meant the actress. To be precise, I am a fan of BOTH the actress AND our Jet.
so last night i watched America's Next Top Model on CW...i'm not sure why...i guess i like watching they way they can transform one woman into something totally different...and it may also be the idea that i get a chance to hate someone for being such a bitch...who knows.
one thing that really gets me tho is that they place a woman who is a size 12 as a plus size model...i currently am a plus sized woman...size 24/26 is definately plus size...but i was a size 12 in high school...and i'm sorry but i did not consider myself to be plus sized...and tho i don't think it will happen i really want either Diana or Whitney to win the competition.
So, I'm walking into Wal-mart minding my own business, trying to shop for last minute Christmas gifts when a smelly man with two teeth rattling around his head approaches me: Crazy dude with dental probelms: Do you know Jesus? Me: O_O Um..well...not personally but I hear he's a great guy... *runs like a scared little rabbit into Wal-mart* This is the third, count em,THIRD time in two weeks someone has asked me that question. I'm starting to get paranoid...
x-posted to the journal. To celebrate our 3rd wedding anniversary we went to CA and and visited Disneyland, Josh's amazing grandparents, and the Santa Monica rose garden. I brought Suki with us and Josh brought his Pysho Zlik to to help us capture some of the sights. Yep, that's right. Two grown adults running around Cali with their toys. We were highly amused and I can't believe how many people stopped us asking us about our "companions". So the first part is our trip to Disneyland. We love Disneyland. For us it is the happiest place on Earth.
Five years have passed. I'm not one to dwell on things but I find myself unable to sleep right now. Though I was not born in NY I was brought up like a New Yorker. My parents and entire family are from Staten Island. My mom was born in Brooklyn, my dad in Manhattan. I love my adopted state. Its people, its mixed cultures, the food, the sport teams, everthing. Five years ago , some people smashed planes into the WTC, killing thousands. I can't imagine being there. Smelling smoke, blood and death. Chaos all around.
In all of that chaos, heroes were created. Stories of small acts of kindness still pop up five years later. Brave men and women risked and lost their lives for others. My uncle Mike was one. He's a firefighter and though he got out alive, he'll tell you others were not as lucky. Whatever your theories are about that what really happened that day, put them aside. For one day. Honor those who died. Think about them, say a prayer, light a candle, whatever. Because despite what may have really happened, one things remains true: people died on this day. Husbands, fathers, mothers, wives, children, brothers, sisters, friends. Think about how short life is and do something to change your life or someone else.
Five years ago, we proved that in a pinch, we are able to put all of our differences aside and help each other. We are able to reach out to a stranger and comfort them, without judging them on their religion, sexual orientation, or race.
Let's continue to do that on this day and every day. x-posted to journal