Minnesota Nice

I still can’t get used to cars screeching to a halt in the middle of the street to let you, the pedestrian (on the sidewalk) cross. Nice as that sounds, the rules of Minnesota nice declare that when pedestrians barrel out into the road in front of your car- we'll it's your fault if you hit them. It's nice to let people cross the street, the reasoning goes, and what kind of bastard wouldn’t yield the right-away of tons of steel hurtling down the road at 50 miles per hour to a nice Minnesotan trying to get across to the Walgreens?

From the strangeness that is Minnesota nice now comes this story. I'm getting weary of all this enforced "nice."

Eye-dentity

I feel like Anne Shirley. You know, when she tried to dye her hair black to cover her signature and self-hated red hair? Vanity has driven me to destroy a feature I didn't realize was such a part of me until it was gone (or, rather, severely tweezed). I had my eyebrows waxed, and now where my moderately thick "chi-signifying" brows once sat is a fake-ish arch reminiscent of the eyebrows of a drag queen. Really, when I told the girl to go easy as I'd never had this done before, she must have thought I said "I have some skin hiding under there that hasn't seen the sun in 27 years- see if you cant strip it bare, so that the world can mock the freakish result." Really, it was an honest mistake.

Okay, so maybe it's not THAT bad- but I never realized how much my eyebrows made me look like ME until I stripped them away. I should have remembered the wisdom of Marilla, and left well enough alone. 

Dear Friend's Mom, will you marry me?

Calling a friend's Mom (whom you dont really know) to ask if she'll perform your wedding ceremony is a strange thing indeed. Good news is she'd like to see us and talk about it (rather than calling me demon spawn for not having been to Church in years), and so things continue to fall in place. Now if only those bastards at the Chicago Women's Park and Gardens would call me back.

On another note, Vermont has been declared a national engagered historic site under a threat of invading Wal-Marts. Ah, to be able to attach the Wal-Mart Polka sound file to this post. . .

One sad snowman