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The past couple of days haven't been too exciting. I went to work, came home, played around with the computer, watched TV, went to sleep and did it all over again the next day. Omoshiroi (interesting), ne? Yeah right. YAWN. Al Roker was walking around yesterday (he looked happier when he was fat), big deal. I'm surprised none of the tourists went "OMGURALROKER!!!!twelve!" There were some aDORable little babies the past two days. I went out to dinner with Phill last night and failed to cash my check. ;-; I have fifteen dollars and... :::fishes in her pocket and quickly counts the change::: sixty-one cents on me. And we got our Christmas tree. It makes the house smell piney but it's still naked; we haven't gotten the lights and stuff out yet. I'm figuring tomorrow -- when I'm supposed to come home early -- will be decorating day. I need a monkey ornament just so I could say "Le singe est sur la branche."
Happy Hanukkah.
Speaking of which, I happened to ride the bus with Lee and Annie today. We were having a peaceful ride home when this one woman started preaching. :::rolls eyes::: I hate it when people preach. So she started out with something like "During this Christmas season..." and I bit my lip because I knew Lee wouldn't bite hers. She was all "What do you mean, CHRISTMAS?! Tonight's the second night of Hanukkah!" So, of course, everyone looks at the little white and, OMG, Jewish person on the bus. But did she care? Not particularly. The preachy woman basically ignored her but started going on about how if you don't believe in Jesus, bad things happen, yada yada yada... and Lee was all, "Whoa whoa whoa wait. You're gonna try and tell me, a JEW, that God's chosen people aren't special? Ha! Good luck with that, lady."
She's not usually so "Woohoo lookit me I'm Jewish yay!" but she hates preachers as much as I do. Not because they spread Christianity (I understand being a missionary is part of being Christian), but because they're so ANNOYING about it, and Goddesses forbid if they're wrong. There are other ways to do it, though. I can stand the Witnesses that stand around in the train station with "Watchtower" and "Awake!" booklets because they're polite about it (like that one lovely woman Vinny and I always chatted with before getting on the train to All-City... she was so sweet!), NOT the Witnesses that come knocking on your door at 7 AM on Saturday mornings.
"Have you found Jesus?"
"No, but has my softball bat found the back of your skull?"
"o_o;;;"
"Good. Let's keep both of those that way, then, yeah?"
Or do what Uncle Charlie did once and answer the door naked. Then bring your wife over, who was also naked. Finally, your daughter, who's also naked and trying not to look at her dad and stepmom naked. And have the Witnesses stare at you and never. EVER. Come back.
Anyway, so Preachy kept going and Lee was muttering under her breath so the woman TURNED on her and started yelling all in her face, and then Lee busted out the Hebrew (I have NO idea what she said but she told me it was the blessings for lighting the candles on each night of Hanukkah, which made sense because I heard "Hanukkah" in there, so it wasn't like she was saying anything horrible... not like she actually knows Hebrew for real, lol). It was pretty cool and kinda funny. I started singing the dreidel song really softly, then Annie joined in and we got louder and louder and I wish the people around us had done the same but they were stupid and didn't know the words (even though we went through it a bunch of times. I hope the tune at least got in someone's head so they'll be all ":::whistle::: What the heck is that FROM?!"). Absolutely brilliant. The ride was short, though (maybe eight minutes, or so, and all this happened in the second half of the trip), so before long we had to get off. Annie and I had to all but PULL Lee offa the bus, who shouted a very cheery "HAPPY HANUKKAH EVERYONE!" before we left. One of the highlights of my day.
The other was while I was at work. I don't know what came over me, but I was working the register and decided NOT to give out claim checks (people don't really need them; the photos are done in two minutes, so there's like, no wait). Instead, I kept them all and started folding paper cranes out of them all. By the time I left at 6:00, I had made about seventy. Sometimes when people bought pictures, their kids would go "Oooh! Can I have one?!" and I'd be all "Go ahead." So I didn't HAVE seventy. And then I left a note saying "Paper cranes. Take one!" So that's the subject of today's post. "I made seventy cranes!"
Happy Hanukkah.
Speaking of which, I happened to ride the bus with Lee and Annie today. We were having a peaceful ride home when this one woman started preaching. :::rolls eyes::: I hate it when people preach. So she started out with something like "During this Christmas season..." and I bit my lip because I knew Lee wouldn't bite hers. She was all "What do you mean, CHRISTMAS?! Tonight's the second night of Hanukkah!" So, of course, everyone looks at the little white and, OMG, Jewish person on the bus. But did she care? Not particularly. The preachy woman basically ignored her but started going on about how if you don't believe in Jesus, bad things happen, yada yada yada... and Lee was all, "Whoa whoa whoa wait. You're gonna try and tell me, a JEW, that God's chosen people aren't special? Ha! Good luck with that, lady."
She's not usually so "Woohoo lookit me I'm Jewish yay!" but she hates preachers as much as I do. Not because they spread Christianity (I understand being a missionary is part of being Christian), but because they're so ANNOYING about it, and Goddesses forbid if they're wrong. There are other ways to do it, though. I can stand the Witnesses that stand around in the train station with "Watchtower" and "Awake!" booklets because they're polite about it (like that one lovely woman Vinny and I always chatted with before getting on the train to All-City... she was so sweet!), NOT the Witnesses that come knocking on your door at 7 AM on Saturday mornings.
"Have you found Jesus?"
"No, but has my softball bat found the back of your skull?"
"o_o;;;"
"Good. Let's keep both of those that way, then, yeah?"
Or do what Uncle Charlie did once and answer the door naked. Then bring your wife over, who was also naked. Finally, your daughter, who's also naked and trying not to look at her dad and stepmom naked. And have the Witnesses stare at you and never. EVER. Come back.
Anyway, so Preachy kept going and Lee was muttering under her breath so the woman TURNED on her and started yelling all in her face, and then Lee busted out the Hebrew (I have NO idea what she said but she told me it was the blessings for lighting the candles on each night of Hanukkah, which made sense because I heard "Hanukkah" in there, so it wasn't like she was saying anything horrible... not like she actually knows Hebrew for real, lol). It was pretty cool and kinda funny. I started singing the dreidel song really softly, then Annie joined in and we got louder and louder and I wish the people around us had done the same but they were stupid and didn't know the words (even though we went through it a bunch of times. I hope the tune at least got in someone's head so they'll be all ":::whistle::: What the heck is that FROM?!"). Absolutely brilliant. The ride was short, though (maybe eight minutes, or so, and all this happened in the second half of the trip), so before long we had to get off. Annie and I had to all but PULL Lee offa the bus, who shouted a very cheery "HAPPY HANUKKAH EVERYONE!" before we left. One of the highlights of my day.
The other was while I was at work. I don't know what came over me, but I was working the register and decided NOT to give out claim checks (people don't really need them; the photos are done in two minutes, so there's like, no wait). Instead, I kept them all and started folding paper cranes out of them all. By the time I left at 6:00, I had made about seventy. Sometimes when people bought pictures, their kids would go "Oooh! Can I have one?!" and I'd be all "Go ahead." So I didn't HAVE seventy. And then I left a note saying "Paper cranes. Take one!" So that's the subject of today's post. "I made seventy cranes!"
