Yesterday afternoon Z-D and I went to the zoo. It was hot and humid outside, but there was a light breeze. I thought that I might be able to get some fun shots of the animals. I was wrong.
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We were ignored by a little brown wild bird, even though I was standing about 18″ away from him when I took this photo.
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We were ignored by many turtles who ducked under the water the nanosecond before I clicked this photo.
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We were given the cold shoulder by the okapi…
… who then wandered to the back of her enclosure, just to make sure that we got the message that we weren’t wanted there.
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We were warned off by this less than friendly sign posted by the gorillas.
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And finally we were ignored by this hippopotamus who had better things to do than pose for the camera.
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It’s a good thing that I have a quite a bit of experience with being ignored– and surviving the emotional shock of such indifference. Heck, I’m a free spirit in suburbia, remember. Still, I have to admit that I thought that at the zoo, at least, something might pay attention to me, and help me achieve my goal.
But no such luck. *sigh*
:: I crack myself up. I got this idea from The Bloggess. Zen-Den thinks that I have a future career as a banana engraver.
:: Anyone else remember back to when bloggers did silly things like this all the time? I miss those times.
:: Do You Make Other People Happy? I try, kids. I try.
It’s been hotter than normal around here this summer. Late yesterday afternoon, when the heat and humidity were at their worst, I went to the grocery. It was a miserable time to be outside.
Standing under the awning outside the entrance to the doors to the store were two boys about 15 years old. The first kid, Frick, was big and had very curly, light brown hair; his smile was ginormous. Behind him was a super skinny, shorter kid with straight dark hair– and a very loud voice.
They were selling a restaurant coupon book for their high school football team. And they were doing it in such a way that I was trapped standing out in the sun while they gave me their sales pitch.
- Frick: [gliding smoothly into my path toward the door] Hi! We’re selling a coupon book with lots of really awesome stickers in it for our football team.
- Frack: [loudly, jumping to the side of Frick] They’re not stickers…. THEY’RE COUPONS. FOR RESTAURANTS.
- Frick: [stepping in front of Frack while still blocking my way into the store] Oh yea, that’s it. We’re selling a book of coupons to really awesome places to eat like McDon—
- Frack: [loudly, pushing Frick aside] GREAT DEALS.
- Frick: [elbowing Frack aside, not missing a beat] –alds and some pizza places. This is for our football team and it’d be gre–
- Frack: [loudly, jumping to the other side of Frick] GOOD COUPONS.
- Frick: [standing up very tall and stretching his shoulders out to stop Frack from coming anywhere near me] It’d be great if you could buy one…
- Frack: [loudly, standing behind Frick trying to jump high enough to see me over his head] GREAT DEALS. [jump] FOR RESTAURANTS.
- Frick: [sighing and allowing Frack to stand beside him] … for only $20.00.
- Frack: [loudly, bouncing in place] TWENTY DOLLARS.
Now anyone who knows me knows that I’ll buy just about anything from a kid. And anyone who knows me knows that I’ll do just about anything to not stand out in the hot sun. Meaning that this transaction was a done deal before the first word came out of Frick’s mouth.
So I bought one of the coupon books.
I doubt that we’ll ever use anything in there, but that doesn’t matter. The entertainment value of Frick & Frack’s sales pitch was priceless. Definitely one of the best I’ve experienced in a long time. It makes me think that someone over at the local high school is doing something right. What exactly that right thing is, I’m not sure. But something.
‘Cuz man-oh-man, those two boys were effective. And funny.
I found this photo when I was going through some boxes of stuff that I’ve dragged around with me for years. I’ve been in an organizing mood of late. Most of the stuff in the boxes was of no value, but this photo– well, it’s a classic. Worthy of note.
It’s a photograph of my third grade class. I’m the girl in the middle of the front row holding my hands behind my back. With long blonde hair. Sporting a lovely pair of cat eye spectacles. Tres chic!
Looking at this photo I have no idea why I’m not wearing a cute little plaid dress like the other girls. I had lots of them, but for some reason I’m standing there in a shapeless jumper. My mother worked when I was a kid, so maybe this was the only outfit that was clean that day for me to wear. That could be it. Or maybe I forgot that it was photo day and put the jumper on instead of something cute. That’s probably more like it.
I have good memories of third grade. Mrs. Bosh, our teacher, was enthusiastic and fun. The kids in my class were silly and goofy and friendly. I remember adoring arithmetic & science, and that we did the coolest art projects. I remember despising spelling tests, while thoroughly enjoying music class.
I also remember receiving my first Nancy Drew book that year. It was a birthday present from the girl on the end of the front row nearest to the teacher. I still have the book in fact.
But what I remember the most about third grade is that we played lots of games on the playground– and we included everyone. No cliques. No clubs. No snobs. That’s what was coming our way in fourth grade.
Of course, we didn’t know that yet when this photo was taken. We were still just a bunch of happy kids. Friends. Wearing our best clothes and smiling for the camera.
As I sit here typing this post I’m watching our neighbor’s sprinkler system water their lawn. Putting aside the fact that it is midday and the sun is at its hottest while the sprinkler system waters their lawn, I’ve found myself in a bit of a moral dilemma. The sort of dilemma that an observant, kind-hearted person, such as myself, could only find herself in.
Here’s the deal. We don’t have an automated lawn watering system. I am our watering system– complete with hoses, oscillating sprinklers, and a decidedly lethargic approach to lawn care. I water when the spirit moves me and in a random pattern when I get around to it.
Our neighbors, on the other hand, have a perfectly positioned, professionally maintained sprinkler system that evenly and consistently waters their grass. Or at least that’s what the neighbors, who are never here at midday, think is happening.
The reality is that the men who positioned the sprinkler heads have sent the water shooting into a tree and a wall, which is causing the water to bounce back into small portions of our lawn instead of evenly watering the neighbor’s lawn.
Now the angelic [do good] part of my being is saying that I really should go over to the neighbor’s house and tell them that their sprinkler system is amiss… that their professionals have made a mistake or two when positioning the sprinkler heads.
But the devilish [lazy butt] part of my being is shouting “yes! less lawn for me to water” and resists making the effort to tell the neighbors what’s really going on with their lawn… figuring that it is up to them to monitor their own property.
So there you have it, my gentle readers. A moral dilemma. In a non-friendly suburb. Noted by me because I pay attention.
What say ‘ye? Do I tell them, or not?
I was googling some Shakespeare quotes when I noticed the word: “Enneagram.” Immediately, from the cobwebby corners of my mind, I remembered sitting in a regional staff meeting 20 years ago. We were
being forced to happily taking a tediously long marvelously in-depth psychological test to decide which one of The Nine Enneagram Archetypes we might be.
We had a new boss and this was her way of getting to know us.
Curious as ever (and as a tribute to one of the more unique bosses I ever worked with), I clicked on the link where I found this simple little test: The Quick Enneagram Sorting Test. So I took it. I mean, who wouldn’t? Especially after I figured out that there were only two questions (three-parts each) to answer.
The results of my test told me that there was an 80% chance that I was one of the following three archetypes.
I agree with the results in theory. I would add that I think that I behave differently in different contexts. Everyone does. Which means that I’m probably a mix of all three archetypes– in different proportions– at all times– depending on where I am standing on the earth.
|Type Three: The Achiever The Success-Oriented, Efficient Type: Adaptive, Excelling, Driven, and Image-Conscious
|Type Five: The Investigator The Intense, Cerebral Type: Perceptive, Innovative, Secretive, and Isolated
|Type Seven: The Enthusiast The Busy, Variety-Seeking Type: Spontaneous, Versatile, Distractible, and Scattered
I invite you to take the test and get sorted, too. See what it says about you. And if you feel like it, you can share your results below in comments or on your blog. We’d love to know who you really are.
I’d tell you in my own words, but this infinitely better than anything I could ever write. It’s funny. Enjoy!