Thursday, March 28, 2013

The Prayer of the Righteous




"The song of the righteous is a prayer unto me..." Doctrine and Covenants 25:12
Sometimes I think Mormons like to make problems for themselves. There's always something they like to protest, and sometimes they like to raise a fuss over themselves. And apparently I can't stop myself from adding my 2 cents.
A few months ago it was whether or not women should wear pants in church. Now it is the rumor that a woman might pray in our general conference next week.
Here is some history for my non-Mormon friends (and for my Mormon friends who are lost as to why is this even a thing).
First, twice a year the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints holds an annual/semi-annual general conference, the first weekend in April, and the first weekend in October. It is a 2-ish day event, with several sessions. It is broadcasted around the world via satellite, and streamed on radio and internet. The week before the October session there is a "Relief Society General Conference," (the Relief Society being the women's auxiliary of the church, that just by virtue of being a woman over 18 you are automatically made a member of), and the week before the April session there is a Young Women's General Meeting (that will happen this Saturday night). These 2 meetings are considered to be portions of the actual General Conference itself, just held a week earlier. There are 4 sessions of the main conference, and 1 session (held on Saturday night) called Priesthood session (for the men, as only men hold the priesthood). Nothing said or held in these sessions is a secret. Like I said, they are broadcasted via satellite (you can probably pick it up in your local community on a public access channel, or even on BYU-TV if you have the right cable provider), and they are even printed in a magazine for anyone to buy and read in May/November.
This general conference has been taking place since the 1800s. In the early days of the conference, prayers were usually offered by the general authorities of the church, and occasionally by local priesthood leaders. Later the tradition turned to returned presidents of LDS missions and visiting stake (congregation) presidents. These are all positions held by priesthood leaders, and therefore, are all held by men. (If you want to have the "why don't women get to have the priesthood" conversation, we can discuss it. But honestly, it's a subject I am passionate about (why women do NOT have it, and don't need it), and really, I don't care to discuss it.) More recently general conference prayers have been offered by members of the church’s expanding Quorums of the Seventy.  Women do speak in these conference meetings. Women are by no means excluded from leadership positions.
There was, in past years, a common belief/misbelief in the Church that women could not pray in certain church meetings. In the church handbook that is distributed to every congregational leader (the bishop), there is a line that says women are not to open or conduct priesthood meetings. Now to me this makes perfect sense. Let's compare it to something not as confusing as what may appear to be mystical and secretive as the priesthood. (Which it isn't, it just may seem that way to some people.)
If you were going to have a meeting of let's say accountants, where you would conduct business pertaining to accountants, and it was a meeting of the Official Association of Official Accountants, and you had to be a certified official accountant to be in that meeting, would you invite a doctor to come in and open and conduct the meeting? Or would you ask a member of the official association of official accountants to open and conduct the meeting? Probably not. Especially not if there was a rule in the handbook that said that meeting had to be opened and conducted by an official accountant, right?
So going back to priesthood meetings. If you were to hold a meeting of priesthood holders, would you invite a non-priesthood holder to open and/or conduct the meeting for you? Probably not.

Sunday, March 24, 2013

The Price of Being Single



 A few weeks ago I reached my breaking point. I was desperate for social interaction, preferably with other Mormon singles. My local area does not have a singles program, so I rely on friends in other towns to keep me informed of activities. And as luck would have it, there was a singles activity taking place near one of my friends.
I had to drive a few hours to get there. I left at 8:30 a.m. and got home around 8:30 p.m. I spent about $50 in gas, plus $10 admission, and money for food. All in all, this singles activity took up 12 hours of my day, and cost me about $75.
$75 is a lot of money for a social outing, but especially so in my underemployed condition.
Was it worth it? Well... not really.
The activity itself was okay. I got to see my friend and chat with her, and that was nice. I don't think she will be offended though if I say that I wouldn't normally spend $75 just for the chance to hang out with her. I met some nice people at the activity, but nothing really important or interesting. It was mostly just chatting to pass the time. There were 15 women and 3 men there. If you are a Mormon single over 30, and not in a singles congregation, you probably are impressed with that number. 3 whole men! That's not a bad number! If you are not over 30, Mormon, and single, (or you are in an industrious and active singles ward), you probably are shocked that I would drive a round-trip 6 hours and spend $75 for those odds. Such is life as an old maid Mormon.
As for me, I just kind of feel like it wasn't a good use of my funds. It did get me out of the house, and I did get to see an historical site I have never visited before, so I can't complain too much. But mostly I wish I had my $75 back to buy a new dress or put into savings.
This is the cost of being single. You have no choice but to invest financially and hope for a payoff. But after so very many years of being single, I can't help but feel like I have made some very poor investment decisions. And maybe I should save my money rather than throw it after big dreams with poor returns.

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Friday, March 22, 2013

Ignoring 50% of the Population


This past week I visited an LDS Church bookstore in Maryland. (In Utah and the rest of the "Jello Belt" these stores are common. Not so much on the East Coast.) I looked through the rows of books for something to jump out at me. There were books on deep, philosophical life questions, lots of books on parenting and "strengthening marriages," and oh so many books on how tough it is to be a teenager. Not one book on or for singles. Not one.
I wasn't surprised. Singles in this church are often overlooked and ignored. When you do find books, or talks, geared towards singles they are almost always about dating and how to get married. I can't think of one exception to this rule.
This is ridiculous.
There is a strongly held idea/rumor/belief that 50% of the adults in the Mormon church are single. After this experience at the bookstore, I wanted to see if that number is real, and I wanted to compare it against the general population.
In my stake there are roughly 1,143 singles, out of 1,714 "households." (For my non-Mormon readers, a "stake" is a geographic group of congregations known as wards. Usually a stake has about 8-10 wards in it. And most wards have about 300-500 members (adults and children).)
Using only the public rosters found online,  I counted up the number of households in the stake, and the number of "heads of household" that only list one adult. In general, if there is only one adult listed, it means that person is single.  If there are two names, it means married (duh). However, this is not a failproof system. If someone is married to a non-Mormon the spouse may or may not be listed. And then there is the age issue. Let's put it this way, my grandmother (age 88) is listed as a head of household, but I wouldn't consider her single. (I don't think she's looking to date or meet other singles at her age.) last but not least, if someone isn't all that active in church, his/her record/roster may not have been updated recently.
Now, going back to the stake demographics. 1,143 out of 1,714 households are listed with only one adult. Just to make this number more realistic, let's knock off 10% for just being wrong or poorly updated records. (Why 10%? I looked at my personal congregation, and that is the number of incorrect records I could spot instantly.) That brings us to roughly 1,029 people. Now let's take off 20% for being over 60 years old. This is Roanoke, so that number is probably low. We have a LOT of old people here. That brings us to 829 people.  (If we used the number of "old" people in my own ward as a guide, we'd be knocking off more than 50%.) And then I'm all for knocking off 29 people for being married to a non-Mormon and not falling into one of the previous categories (most likely the ineptly updated records category). Leaving us with a clean number of 800. Which is roughly 47% of the adults in the Roanoke stake, are actually single.
Let's repeat that. 47% of the adults in the Roanoke stake are single.
This is in a town where most people would tell you (or at least, it's what they tell me) we don't have any singles, besides me, and one or two other people.

Tuesday, March 19, 2013

Facebook Fail



So close, Facebook, so close. But really, not at all.

Meanwhile, this makes my whole day-




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Monday, March 18, 2013

Book Review: The Abstinence Teacher



The Abstinence Teacher
By Tom Perrotta

This is a tough book to review and/or endorse. Let me explain why. I read "The Leftovers" by this author last year and absolutely loved it. What I loved about it was his very interesting use of religion not just as a plot point, but almost as a character. In "The Leftovers" (a book about what happens the day after the Rapture) he treated religion with both skepticism and respect. He managed to walk a very complicated line of showing different beliefs from different points of views, with great respect. I can't say the same for "The Abstinence Teacher."
This book is about a sex ed teacher who gets in trouble for stepping outside of the scripted curriculum and speaks her mind. The religious conservatives in the town make a target out of her, and speak their minds on many issues, and greatly influence the school curriculum.
I actually identified more with the sex ed teacher than I did with the religious conservatives. (Surprised?) But I didn't appreciate how the author painted all religious types to be irrational and forceful. The book painted the issue as black and white, and nobody could be happy until they were on one side or the other. That disappointed me because "The Leftovers" was such a refreshing change of pace that allowed people to be happy on their own terms, and not by popular standards.
Perrotta possesses that unique gift of writing an entertaining novel that can make you think and question values. I really enjoy his multi-point-of-view writing style, and use of religion and values. I just think he could have done it with less sanctimonious condescension in this book.
That being said, I did enjoy reading this book. And for some people I would even recommend it. But I still have to say that I was left horribly disappointed in the writer's blatant bias.
If you are looking for a good book, go read "The Leftovers."
That all being said, I think I'll download one of the writer's other books tonight. I plan to give him another chance.



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Saturday, March 16, 2013

Another Memory from the Bad Date Archives-


I don't like speaking ill of another person, even if just to share a bad date experience, without a better intent. For instance, a lesson learned from the negative experience. Give me a few minutes and I'll come up with something.

If memory serves I was about 35 and he was about 40. We met on eHarmony. Now, for the record, I have met several excellent men off eHarmony. And this guy is only a little bit of an exception to the rule.

I don't really remember his name. I remember my brother called him Julio, but I don't remember why.

Online, before we met, we seemed to have plenty in common. We went through the eHarmony "steps," emailed through the site a few times, texted, and had a few phone calls. It all seemed to go well. He was divorced with a daughter, and a stepson that he had not adopted, but still considered to be his son and cared for. I was impressed with that. He was well educated and had a job with a well-known company.

We followed all of the rules for the "first-meet" date. We arranged for it to be at a public place, and had exchanged just enough personal information to feel safe.  (No last names.) The public place was an outdoor mall in Utah.

Now this outdoor mall has dozens of nice restaurants, one sub-par food court, and exactly one very average chain deli. When he suggested we meet at the deli, I figured he thought it would be mostly dead (seeing as it was suppertime on a weekend), so it would be easy to spot and recognize each other. I never actually entertained the idea that he meant for us to eat there. Because who does that?

One of the few perks to getting old and dating is the dates get better. Right?? We're no longer college students at BYU without cars, stuck going to the food court for dinner. Dating Older means we have money! We can go on real dates! Good dinners! Real activities! Dating Older means nice restaurants! And actually getting to be impressed!

Things that do not impress- Jason's Deli.

Seriously, not just a deli, but a mass chain cafeteria style deli. When speaking of a date with a 40 year old man, there might be few things less impressive. But wait for it, he still had ways of lowering expectations.

The first thing he said was that I looked even younger than my pictures. Yeah, I know. I'm the anomaly of internet dating. I actually look younger in real life than my pictures. Not much I can do about that. My first impression? He looked much older than his pictures- so, basically, right on target for internet dating.

I was still trying to get comfortable and confident in those first few minutes of meeting someone in real life for the first time. It's always a little awkward, you know? And then there's just "be polite first date jitters." So when he suggested that we go into Jason's Deli and held the door open for me, I didn't think to protest.

Let's be clear. I was expecting a dinner date. Why wouldn't I? It was dinnertime! We entered a deli that had the chairs turned upside down on top of tables while someone swept and mopped the floors, in spite of the fact that they would not close for at least an hour.

He offered to buy me a drink. (For those keeping track, this is the second guy in my life who "took me out for drinks" by buying me a large soda fountain drink with a straw in it.) He got me a Sprite. (My "drink" is a Dr. Pepper, or at the very least, a Diet Coke.) Again, not really impressive.

He was a fairly stocky, big guy. Not fat, not fit, just a big guy. He took a seat at a booth (again, all of the chairs were on top of tables). In the third completely unimpressive move, he never took off his windbreaker.

Fourth unimpressive move? Not facing me at the table. I sat down across from him with my [disgusting] Sprite. He sat sideways, his feet and knees out of the booth. He sat back, one hand and his drink (a Coke, I think), on the table. He did have the decency to turn his head to look at me.

The conversation was about as dull and boring as two incompatible people can suffer through. The date lasted less than an hour. Nothing inappropriate was said. Nothing horribly stupid. Nothing I can even recall.

Finally, the one person still that still worked the dinner shift at Jason's Deli made it clear she wanted to go home. We did not hesitate to jump up and get out of there. Don't ask me why, but I do distinctly remember that he insisted on ever so politely throwing my drink out for me. (What a gentleman!)

We get outside the door, and the girl locks up and practically runs away. And then "Julio" actually tries to give me a hug. Considering he was much larger than me, I couldn't dodge it fast enough. But he doesn't give me a 'date hug.' He does the guy thump- just one thump- on my back.

And that's it. Nothing else. No further contact ever.

Sometimes bad dates are just the non-event first dates. The kind that makes you wonder why you even bother trying.



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Wednesday, March 13, 2013

Dating Mistakes, Top 10 List for LDS Men, and Sex


 Yesterday I "put myself out there" big time with my column for Meridian on singles. I shared a few quick dating tips, and then shared some of the bigger mistakes I have made in dating, and in this case, all with the same guy. I've made those mistakes with other guys as well, but I managed to make dozens of them with one particular guy. (And he didn't go running! But he did slowly back away. I don't blame him a bit!)

Today I saw this circulating the interwebz- Top Ten List for Single Men. It's on a blog I've never heard of before (LDS Singles Survival), but may just have to keep following. I've heard the list before. It was written by a former singles ward bishop a few years ago.

The list is spot-on, and hits many of the details I wish more guys would wake up to. But it made me realize yet again how the 'lists' for women tend to be, "pick yourself up, go be fabulous, and don't wait for the guys to get it together." There are a few that issue wake-up calls to the women too (I think I wrote one once, but I can't remember what I titled it), but mostly men get criticized, while women get motivated.

The men are told they aren't as good as they think they are and to go try for the women [in their league]. While the women are told they are great, and to not waste time waiting for LDS men to get it together. You realize we're telling the men to chase the women and the women to run away faster. We're not telling them to run TO each other.

No wonder they aren't finding each other!

The conflict and contradiction got me to thinking about the disparity in how young men and young women in the LDS world are taught about sex and modesty. Young men are told it is natural to feel sexual urges towards the women. (For the best example of this ever, go google "little factory talk by boyd k packer." You'll laugh and cry.) And young women are told to cover themselves so they don't encourage those thoughts in young men. Young men are told it is good and natural, young women are taught it is a sin to have lustful thoughts and that it is their fault if anyone has them.

Again, are we surprised at the complications that are keeping couples apart?

Just some thoughts this morning...



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Tuesday, March 12, 2013

Inside the mind of ErinandJuli


The following are almost all of the posts my BFF Jules has left on my Facebook page in the past few months.









And what did I leave on her Facebook page?







I'm sensing a theme here...
And glad I have a BFF who gets me. 






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Small Voices: The Stories of Cambodia's Children




While looking for something to watch in my Netflix queue last night I discovered a documentary I don't remember adding. "Small Voices: The Stories of Cambodia's Children." 
I wish I could make every American watch this film. I wish I could make every child who doesn't want to go to school watch this film. I wish I could make every person in an American prison watch this film. You don't know how good you have it until you have seen the deplorable, depressing conditions of the poorest people of Cambodia.
I spent a month volunteering in Cambodia with an NGO in Phnom Penh. It was not the NGO featured in this film. However, every word or scene in this documentary was exactly how I remember the country. (I was there in September 2011, the film was made in 2008.) The children picking through garbage, the way the poor are treated, the abuse the lower class continues on itself, the lack of help from the government, etc.
This film brought me to tears more than once as it reminded me of the children and families I met and worked with.
Cambodia is a beautiful country, in spite of its poverty and dark side. I hope to return to help them recover from their dark years and pull ahead into the more vibrant society it deserves to be.
I highly recommend this film. It's less than 1.5 hours long. It is heavy on subtitles so I would not show it to children under ten. But it is very well done and interesting. (And narrated by Megan Follows of Anne of Green Gables fame.)
This film is accurate and true. It did not exclude other images or scenes to skew the story or emotions. Every single child they interview and show could have been one of the children I worked with. I recognized the streets, the scenes, the garbage dump, and many of the buildings. If anything, I think they showed one child in too positive a light. (The girl who lived with her grandmother at the temple. That is incredibly uncommon and such an anomaly for monks to allow the woman and the children there, that I don't think they should have been included.)
Go watch it! And watch it with your families. You'll be better for it and respect and better recognize the blessings in your life!





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Monday, March 11, 2013

Malleable


Today a friend told me that she thinks I've been single and independent so long (too long) that I would probably never be able to settle down, partner up, and be happy with another person. The friend that said it knows me somewhat well, but probably not all that well, at the same time. She knows something aspects of my life, but not much about my past, or friends outside of Roanoke.
This is not a new remark. I think most singles hear it a few times after a certain age. And don't get me wrong, I do think that after a certain amount of time living alone and getting set in your ways, it does become harder and harder to integrate your life with another person's.
But the keyword here is "set in your ways."
This may be the thing that has been the most complicated and frustrated aspect of unemployment and aloneness these last few years. I don't have the luxury of getting set in my ways. I live in someone else's house. The dishes are not where I would like them to go. The couch and the TV are not where I would put them either. I have no control over any of the decor. I have little to no control over my future right now. I'm at the mercy of others in far too many ways. I can only wish I was getting set in my ways. I live for that day to come and happen to me again! I want my own place! I want to decide what brand of appliances to buy! I want to have the most important opinion over the dishes!
If anything can actually really be said about my life, especially these last few years, I am most definitely NOT set in my ways.
Now, don't get me wrong, this odd little recluse on the mountain lifestyle has killed my social skills. I crave conversation terribly. And then when I do get a chance to talk to a friend in-person it's like a volcano explosion. I'm Old Faithful, ready to burst at any moment. I get a little too excited and have way too much to say.  And that is a problem I really need to work on.
Set in my ways? Not really, not so much, but I don't blame others for thinking that might be the case. But really, with the punches I've had to roll with in the past few years, I've learned what few things really matter, and what things don't. I become more flexible by the day. If I don't hurry up and get a job soon, I'll become completely porous, unable to hold an opinion of my own!




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Thursday, March 07, 2013

Photoshop lies. Guidebooks lie.


I was looking at pictures of Cambodia on Pinterest today, and found myself a bit confused. One scene seemed familiar, but I couldn't quite place it. I had to do a little bit of research to figure out what the picture was of before I recognized it.
Let it be known, this is a post about how guide books and Photoshop lie.
What I found on Pinterest (and Flickr)-


South Gopura of Angkor Thom

Looks pretty and inviting, no? (Source: http://www.flickr.com/photos/pixfrix/page2/)

Here's what it looked like when I was there-


 (ahem, I'd like to add that I've lost 15 lbs since this pic was taken. also, i was hours away from the worst illness of my entire life. but really, i admit i looked this bad.)


Photoshop lies. Guidebooks lie.

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I'll Sleep When I'm Dead (Maybe)


I need some advice. How do you stop bad dreams or nightmares? Anyone have any good tips or tricks?
I'm taking an antibiotic (sinus infection that refuses to die) that is wreaking havoc on my sleep. I feel confident blaming the antibiotic, since I've never had bad dreams before, except once when I was taking this same stupid drug. I take that back. I love you, stupid little pill. You've chased away the misery that was in my sinuses, and for that I thank you. (But you could do a little more, your work here is not through.) But on my goodness, the bad dreams!!
I can't even begin to tell you how horrible these dreams are! I can barely stay asleep for more than a few hours, and then when I do wake up, I'm so grateful to be out of the hell of my dreams, that I can't go back to sleep. (Take every horrible image you have ever seen of a war-torn country, add in the fact that I witnessed some horrors first-hand in Haiti, and amplify it multiple times, and you're getting just a few minutes of what I endure when I fall asleep.)
I normally have some very pleasant and happy dreams. I love sleep. Sleep is my friend. But not like this. This makes me want to never close my eyes again for fear of some of those horrible images resurfacing.
So help me out here. Going off the antibiotic is not an option. Anyone have any ideas for how to stop the nightmares??

 (Thankfully, thus far, I have not sleepwalked (sleptwalked?) during this ordeal. I fear what I may attempt to do!)

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Saturday, March 02, 2013

Bad Hair Day (she said with a sad little laugh)



Part of me feels that I have to explain to you, Gentle Reader, that it is significant that at the end of this day I choose to laugh at myself. It was a strange day. A day that bordered on awful, but I choose to stay on the "laugh at myself" side of that borderline.

The following story is not WHY I had a bad day. It's just one of those things.

Backstory: I recently got another Brazilian Blowout. (Using this Keratin Treatment.) I have thick, crazy, bushy blonde hair. It never dries. It can take days for my hair to dry naturally. But with the keratin treatment, my hair can air dry in about half an hour.

I was running late for a doctor's appointment today and absolutely had to take a shower before I left. I rushed as fast as possible, but I was still not fast enough. There wasn't time to blow-dry my hair. I can let my hair air-dry with the keratin treatment in effect, but it doesn't look great. It still needs some styling. I prefer to blow-dry it. But there was no time for that, so I only quickly dried my bangs so that they would be going in a somewhat uniform direction.

I grabbed a ponytail elastic/holder with the intent of putting my hair up, and ran to the car with dripping wet hair. I got the bright idea in the car to aim the heater vents directly at my head to help dry my hair. After a few minutes I realized my hair was actually getting dry in the front with the heat blowing on it. So I leaned over (while driving) and tried to fluff my hair out so it would dry in the back and in the under layers.

By the time I got to the doctor's (10 minutes later), my hair was about 90% dry. For someone with hair as thick and long as mine, this is nothing short of a miracle. (Thank you keratin treatment!)

The doctor made a funny comment about how I wasn't looking good. I kinda shrugged it off and didn't think much of it. I forgot to bring the ponytail holder in with me, so my hair was still down.

It was a short appointment and I was starving, so I went straight to lunch at a deli. I got a meatball sub, sat down, and relaxed for a bit. A fairly decent looking came in. I caught him looking at me. I may have smiled back a little bit. I didn't put too much effort into it. Like I said, I was having a rough day and really I was just there to unwind and let it all go.

I ate my very messy meatball sub in peace. A few meatballs tried to escape the sub, and I picked them up and ate them with my fingers. I noticed the kinda cute guy looking at me, but figured he was just jealous of the awesome sub.

From there I went to the grocery store.  I thought it was odd that a man from church didn't seem to recognize me. I smiled at him but he looked back at me weird.

Whatever. Like I said, it was a strange day for other reasons already.

And then another man acted really strange, cutting me off to butt in front of me in the pharmacy line. It was so uncalled for. Just... odd.

I checked out and went home. I put the food away. I talked to the missionaries (that live in my basement) from the top of the stairs without actually seeing them.

And then, 4 hours and 20 minutes after I had left the house, (how do I know this? because i was running late to get in the shower/go to my appointment because i was on the phone. apparently i was in such a rush that I didn't hang up the phone (landline) properly, and it had a busy signal/off the hook beeping in my room. When I hung it up I noticed the timer said 4:20.) I walked into my bathroom and saw myself in the mirror for the first time all day. 

Oy vey.

1. I had no idea that my white sweater was not quite as opaque as it used to be. White sweater, white undershirt, not a white bra. And not see-thru in a sexy way. But as in a stupid and clueless way, like who wears an ugly brown bra under a white sweater?

2. I had walked around thinking my hair looked like this - (actual picture of the back of my head after my first Brazilian Blowout)-


But it looked more like this-





I can't regret that there is no actual picture of how bad it looked. But to be honest, take out the green face and the goatee in the picture above, and the hair is actually pretty spot on. The top part of my head was still a little bit damp, so the hair was flat on my head. Except for thousands of little flyaway bits that stuck out everywhere.

The bottom half of my hair was a frizzy mess. Remember that fluffing I did in front of the heater? One side of my head was "fluffed" a lot more than the other. And there was a definite kink on the left side where the seatbelt goes over my shoulder. Bi-level, fluffed hair. Not exactly a sexy look.

I didn't have on any makeup. I'm taking an antibiotic that keeps me feeling fairly queasy (see: doctor's appointment above). I was pale and sickly looking.

With  scary schizo hair.

And a see-thru sweater.

It is not a stretch to say I looked like a meth addict.

Suddenly I understand why the guy was so odd to me at the pharmacy counter.

And why the EMT at the deli was keeping a close eye on me.

And why the man from church didn't recognize me. (I barely recognized me.)

And why the doctor commented on how bad I looked.

And that pretty much sums up the oddities of this day. And all I can say is, I'm glad I can laugh about it now.


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