There’s a pizza parlor I frequent that is located nearby my office. The woman who works the register always kept her hair over the right side of her face in a rather hopeless bid to obscure a huge tumor which sat on her cheek. I went in there earlier this week after having been away for a little while and I was surprised to find the woman had the tumor removed! Her face is scarred but I have a feeling it’s only going to heal and get better. I noticed that she was now wearing her hair pinned back and I could finally see her pretty face. I wanted to say something but she is always very busy; plus, she never put out a very approachable vibe– probably because she always caught me staring at it. I said nothing although I am very happy for her. She obviously is feeling better about herself and it must be such a relief to be rid of that growth.

I eyed up the situation, determined the best location and stood there, away from the other “poll workers.” As people walked up the path, I smiled and asked: “Are you Republican?” The Democrats outnumbered the Republicans. I would say, 10 to 1. I was prepared for rudeness; I was ready to be spit upon. Guess what? The large majority of people were really very nice! There were a few buggers, of course, but on a whole, most people were pleasant. A couple people said to me, ‘Wait, are YOU a Republican? You can’t be a Republican! You don’t look like a Republican.” (I swear to you, I was wearing my business clothes and not a hippie chick outfit, braless.) I had other people say, “Honey, you are at the wrong Primary! This is the Democratic Primary. There’s no Republican Primary this year!” On a whole, the Republicans I talked to listened to me and I think they actually voted for the delegates I recommended. Regardless of the ending score, it was an interesting day.

Today is going to be a very interesting day. After work, I am running to vote and then once there, will stay to hand out sample Republican ballots. I am curious to see how people react. I can imagine there will be a lot of rudeness. Regardless, I need to do something and this is it. Hopefully this eveninng I will be able to write about how nice people were and how open and accepting. We shall see. Color me cynical but my gut tells me it may get ugly.

At my last presentation, I met a darling man. I handed him my business card and he looked at it, and looked at it, and looked at it.
“We just changed our logo. It had been blue, now it’s ORANGE!”
“Yes, I see. I don’t like it. Not at all.”
He then went on to criticize my card and once he finished with the card he started on me. Really, it was the most delightful conversation and it ended with me wanting so desperately to be his friend.

I really don’t get people. Where in the world did this man get the idea that insulting people was a good thing? As a child, did he tell his mother that he hoped one day he’d grow up and be abrasive? You’d think he’d catch me glancing at the exit with hopeful eyes and realize the error of his ways? Nope, that would be too obvious.

Yesterday, Rob and I went to one of his friend’s 40th birthday party. We ate and ate and drank and drank and then I joined the kids on the trampoline. As the radio played Joan Jett’s I Love Rock and Roll, I jumped up and down and up and down! It was so much fun and truly a great workout. I wish I could get one for my backyard– except I don’t really have a backyard since I live in a fascist townhouse community. The gestapo forced me to take down my Ron Paul sign, could you imagine how they’d freak if I erected a huge trampoline?

We sat with Steve and Caren and I mentioned her pending wedding shower. Just as the words were out of my mouth Steve said, “Uh, Donna, it’s a surprise shower.”
“Well, Steve, if it’s a Surprise Shower how come that wasn’t stated on the invitation or mentioned to me when I RSVPed?”
“My sister screwed up.”
This may sound insane but I am a little ticked off by this situation. I don’t feel bad that I let the cat out of the bag but I am pissed off for a few other reasons.

1. Surprise showers are cute for little twenty somethings who haven’t spent the last 40 years dreaming of getting married. Give this woman a break and let her in on it. I am glad I said something because she later told me that Steve told her there wasn’t going to be a shower! I am sorry but that is plain cruel.

2. Rob said, “You shouldn’t have said anything- It’s just common sense.” NO IT’S NOT! Showers are not typically SURPRISE Parties. I wouldn’t have said a word had someone clued me to the fact that it was a surprise- like on the invitation or when I called to RSVP. Every shower I have ever gone to, and I have gone to quite a few and even helped plan one (Hiya Audgie!), not a single one was a surprise. The brides know exactly when, where, what and why.

3. I guess there isn’t a 3. Well, maybe the third reason why I am pissed is I wish Rob, rather than scolding me, said, “Gosh Steve, it’s just common sense to put Surprise Party on the invitation!”

Okay, and now I am finished. I am dropping this episode from my mind. I am not going to chew on it anymore. Stick a fork in this situation, IT’S DONE!

I cannot tell you how happy I am that Friday is here and I have 2 days in which I do not have to cold call or worry about the next sale. Sure I will be thinking about it but there will be other things taking place. I am sitting here– perched on the edge of my bed, wearing a robe, my head impersonating Erika Badu, trying to motivate myself to finish my usual routine. My eyes hurt. I forgot to purchase or wash a pair of stockings. I have no clue what to wear. I spent the last 4 days wearing heels and my feet just want to go bare. I can’t— I have a presentation this afternoon that requires dressing to the nines. Oh dear, I truly do need the weekend. Perhaps I will spend the entire time in bed! That only works for me until about 8:00 am and the I feel lazy and self-hating. … Okay, I gotta move. The hands of the clock are not waiting for me.

I found a Web page linking to me! This is the first inbound link in what feels like forever! There was a time people linked to me but I don’t know what happened. It just seemed to stop. It may have something to do with my inability to post anything of interest or note. I also seem to blog an awful lot about farts and poop which may turn people away.

On another note, I am thinking about deleting my I Spy Donnacam page. I haven’t updated it in over a year and I have no intention of ever updating it again. There’s something rather cute about a 20-something girl posing for silly pictures every night. On the other hand, there is something desperately wrong and sad about a 30-something woman doing the same thing. Thus the end of the Donnacam. It was certainly fun while it lasted. (Holy cow, can it be true that I’ve been doing this for 10 years?!?!)

Found a really cool store today. It’s called Steve and Barry’s. Everything was priced 8.98 and under! I got two really great pairs of jeans, a sweet black dress that looks like it came from Audrey Hepburn’s closet and a cute little coral-colored, short sleeve shirt. I have passed this place many many times but I never went in because for some odd reason I thought it was a sporting goods store! What I really love about it is the jeans come in lengths- short, regular and long. Guess which one I bought? LONG! They actually fit me perfectly! Here’s the thing though, the clothes are rather junior-ish. This isn’t a place to shop for work clothes but in terms of just regular weekend stuff– it’s great.

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