Miss Teen

OK, I have to comment on this one. If you haven't seen Miss South Carolina answer a question in the Miss Teen USA pageant than check it out here first. This is the response I loved.

Homeless Home

Yesterday we found a hobo living in our elevator equipment room. Ken, the elevator service guy and I went and knocked on the door after the service guy said he heard someone inside. When we knocked an husky voice said that he needed a minute to get dressed. When he finally opened up he had as nice a home as possible in about 40 sq ft. He had carpet, a nice foam mattress with blankets and sheets, a radio and storage bins filled with other useful and creepy items (a frilly kitchen apron). We had to make him remove his stuff. He started throwing everything into a pile while grumbling that he didn't have anywhere to go. He doesn't like the homeless shelter because it is filled with schizo's he responded when we suggested he go there. We let him keep his stuff out on the terrace until he could return to cart it off.

Ken told me today that he returned to apologize and ask for work later that night. Ken told him to return in a few weeks and we might help him out then. We'll see.

I must give credit to Ken for being so nice as we were kicking him out. He really was patient and kindly while being firm. A good Christian example.

Oslo

Michael and I met Oslo last night. We went to dinner with him and Pepper. What a funny independent little boy. I can't wait to see him turn into a toddler. He will be running through the house naked, dodging the grasp of his pursuing parents, as soon is he is capable of understanding what clothes are. Of course this is all conjecture but he just gives off that independent kind of vibe. But as babies go, when he laughs he really shines. I couldn't help but love him.

Unfortunately I forgot to bring my camera - so no pictures.

Congratulations

Today my friend Mark and his wife Pepper had their first baby. I have to say first off that I love children - from a distance. I’m excited to have my own child some day and I’m sure that I will have no problem loving my own child. I have, however, never felt much emotion upon hearing about the birth of family and friend's new babies. I just feel a little disconnected. I received news of Pepper and Mark’s birth today and I finally felt what I’ve only seen others feel so often. It's real true - happiness. I love their little son. I love him because he is innocent. I love him because he is a mix of such beautiful, intelligent and loving people. And I love him for the life he will live being raised by them.

Oslo Thomas Elliot

Where is my Cottonelle?

I went to the grocery store today. I was walking down the toilet paper isle with two people ahead of me. One stopped and said to the other, “Here is the toilet paper.” The other looked over and immediately and loudly complained, “WHERE IS MY COTTONELLE!” Her anger wasn’t directed toward the other person with her but rather to the store as a whole, to the unseen manager, to society. She didn’t even turn her head to see if her “Cottonelle” was next to the brand she was looking at, which it was. Somebody didn’t put it in the right place (right being where she first looked). It’s their fault right?

A friend told me that when he opened his small sushi place the mail carrier yelled at him because there wasn’t a mail slot. He said “Well, I am here every day at this time can you just hand it to me?” To which the mail carrier responded by walking out without leaving the mail.

I guess I don’t have a point but I thought these two stories were interesting.