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Sunday, May 16, 2004

and now for a very special Saturday-night ramble

Before I proceed with the rest of the entry, there's a kind of a reverse meme I've been wanting to try. The idea is that if you're so inclined, you ask me any three questions you want (using the comments link), and as long as the honest answers won't cross some line in my own personal privacy policy, or make it easier for The Big Bad Internet Stalker to find me, I'll answer them in my diary. Try me. I think it sounds like fun. :)

Now, on with your regularly scheduled rambling entry...

Funny how little things can make a day so much nicer. I've been missing a pair of black slacks for a month. I thought I must have left them at my mom's, except they weren't there, so I began to suspect they'd been abducted by some Van Heusen-loving size 12 aliens, when I thought to check to see if they'd fallen into the brown paper bag in the laundry room which I'd thought held clothes I was gathering up to give away. Except I'd forgotten that I'd actually taken that bag to the thrift store, and that the bag that was actually there was -- ta-da! -- full of clothes we'd changed out of at my mom's when we went there one Sunday after church. And there at the bottom, safe and sound if a bit wrinkled, were my beloved slacks. These are definitely on my top 3 list for Favorite Item of Clothing -- my bottom looks nice in them, my waist looks slim in them, they are actually long enough (shout out to Mary, my fellow high-waters sufferer), and they are a nice true black and they hang just right and oh I love these pants. And I found them just in time for our chorus concert on Monday. yay!

I think the missing slacks and the upcoming chorus concert and the general upheaval going on in my life right now combined to give me a doozy of a dream last night. I had to go perform with the chorus in a concert in the city, only I didn't know where the place was and I found out about the concert just before it started. T and I got separated in the city, I got lost, I finally found the place just as everyone was going on stage and I still had to change... I had brought, instead of my black and whites, a bright BRIGHT yellow ugly satin dress, and no shoes, so I bummed a pair of flip-flops from somebody, and I was trying to find my place on the risers while everyone was staring at me, and all the people in the concert were people I'd gone to junior high with (all junior-high-aged except for me) and it goes on and on. Basically every out-of-control dream element you can come up with was in there, along with a heavy dose of my own personality flaws. I certainly didn't need any help analyzing that one.

Tomorrow's a bit of a crazy day -- we're having three other families over in the afternoon for a barbecue. It's because of this "get to know everyone" thing that our church is putting on -- we get into groups and take turns hosting the whole group for dinner. One of the families coming we already know pretty well, and one we know by sight, but the third is a family I don't think I've ever actually met. Let's see how many stupid things I can be kicking myself for saying by the end of the day, shall we? Well, let me rephrase that. It's not exactly stupid things I say, as in putting my foot in my mouth. Usually. Usually it's just that I talk SO much and don't self-edit enough. What I'm saying seems appropriate at the time, and isn't embarrassing per se, but afterward I cringe when I remember having let the topic stray so far, or having felt the need to explain myself just in case someone didn't pick up on my irony, or something. Basically, a conversation can be a minefield of goofy faux pas for me. Ah well, life is too short to worry about that stuff, right? I can say that now... let's all see how complacent I am about it tomorrow, though.