Halloween weekend isn't Halloween weekend anymore. An aunt has passed on, and one of my mother's old friends as well. So we have a lot of services to go to this weekend. I'm sad because this will be a sad weekend, and in my weakened state i will cry at just about anything. For the love of God, I was reading The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe and nearly cried when the Lion died. Good thing I had finished reading The Vagina Monologues. Which, by the way, I loved. I loved this book, and I encourage everyone, EVERYONE, to read it. Just magnificent. I wish I had seen it when I had the opportunity, and I would certainly try to get involved in helping the production if it ever came around again. To my intense pleasure, Scott has picked it up. Which means we get to discuss when he finishes. He's very good about these things, I have to give him credit. Most men are not. I wonder if I'll get him to say vagina out loud in a public place. Hmm...
I was going to say something else... Well bollocks, i can't remember. Can I? Pain...death..., nope, that's about it. I'm sad. And I'm also not feeling well, so I'll stop muttering about such unpleasantries and lie down.
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But, hey, yay White Sox. :) Seriously, I would have liked to see it go on longer, but oh well. Props to the Astros for putting up a good fight these last couple games. :)
On an odd note, I don't understand something: the word vigaro has two different definitions. The first is a woman of extraordinary stature, strength, and courage. Sounds nice, right? Something you'd like to be called. But the second definition is a woman who is seen as loud, scolding, ill-tempered, quarrelsome and overbearing. Not so much something you'd like to be called. Honestly, WTF?
That is funny that it is all contained within one word. But maybe it is done so to give hope to those who consider themselves loud, scolding, etc., and to make those with bloated egos think about what other ill tendencies they may have.
Cause it's not hard to imagine someone with all of those characteristics.
And I'm so sorry about your aunt and your mother's friend.
Everything's hitting you at once, huh?
I hope you feel better soon... (of course that doesn't help, but I tried)
And dont' feel silly about crying for Aslan...I cry every time I read Where the Red Fern Grows, EVERY time. It's pathetic.
Be sure that you get rested up and better before you go back to work, otherwise you'll just be sick longer :) I've learned this waaay too often
Shall we get chai this weekend?
I will call you.
I'm sorry for the inconvenience..