I love my life. I cannot stress that enough. I'm definitely not as crazy as people think...definitely not. I use my blog to just spit out the random mess that tumbles in and out of my brain....not to hurt feelings or be an ass, but just to clean the clutter out of my mind. I ramble and ramble and love to be free of these thoughts, thoughts that can accumulate, and create stress. I take reverie in the method of decompressing....I do, I do.
Anyway, with that 'disclaimer' being said...why is it that I find out people read this, but never comment? It's totally okay to comment on my mess, whatever you think of it. I wouldn't put it out there if i didn't want someone to tell me I was right, or I was crazy....
In other news, I had a chance encounter on my way to see V for Vendetta (which is really good, by the way) that made me laugh so hard, I almost snorted ginger ale out my nose...LOL. Normally, people and situations don't make me laugh as much as this particular individual, but I just...I so needed that chuckle. I'll share it.
Basically, I was sipping on my diet ginger ale, on the way to the movie. Realized I was low in gas, so I head to the gas station...and as soon as I pull up and start to pump my gas, a man who looked like he needed a good scrubbing with a scouring pad walks up to me. Already, I know he's gonna ask me for money. But, he doesn't come to me, and instead talks to another woman, who is out of my earshot. I figure he assumes I'm not one to ask for change, so I get into my car and am almost ready to pull off. When, suddenly, I see him at my driver's window (which is down). He immediately asks for a moment of my time, and begins to tell me that he and his wife are at a nearby hotel, hungry and needing food and gas. He says they are both displaced due to Katrina, and shows the Louisana ID to prove his point. I say to him, "Well, how'd you get that car (which happened to have Louisana plates), since most people left that area by bus or helicopter." This man says to me, in all seriousness...."I bought the car with my FEMA check." That had to have been the funniest thing I'd heard, because not only was the car a piece of crap, he and his wife had money to help them relocate, used up their free time in the hotel, ran out of coupons to get food and such, instead spending the money on a car. Sigh....I gave him a couple of dollars, and drove off. When I got far enough, I started laughing. Not at his situation, but his need for speed.
Sigh...
Someone help Us....
Kisses,
Ashley Robin
