Week's Highlights

For the most part I haven’t really written anything this week so I figured I would just give the highlights. I am not really sure why I haven’t written. I guess it’s since my thoughts are really scattered for the most part lately. It’s hard to concentrate on any one thought for more than a few seconds. Eh. Such is life.

Sunday
I went with Isabella and my sister, brother-in-law, and dad to the circus at the Target Center. There were protesters outside about animal cruelty. It was weird. I did feel strange walking through them. Even a little guilty. I don’t know how I really feel about the whole circus thing. I am sure that abuse does exist, but I don’t know if every circus is abusive. I am divided on the whole thing overall. With the way the media is so warped nowadays it is beyond difficult to know what to believe. What are all the facts versus the selective facts? What is the real truth?

Isabella loved the show though. She even rode on an elephant and a pony. I told her that she should ask her parents for a pony for Christmas. Because, after all, if they loved her they would get her a pony.

At the circus there was a little boy right behind us that definitely had ADD. Cripes I thought I was going to lose my mind with him. He kept screaming, kicking the back of my chair, dropping his stuff, and so on. After being stabbed by his sword for the hundredth time, I flipped around and told him to just sit and be quiet for a little bit. His grandmother and aunt seemed to be a little horrified but I didn’t care. He is just lucky I didn’t toss him in the cage with the lion and tigers. I was tempted.

Monday
The morning started off with me having my physical. I had to wait an extra 45 minutes to see the doctor. I was stuck out in the waiting room with this really old woman who was racist. It was really surreal. I heard all about her arthritis, how she hates the weather, how her nephew died on vacation in Mexico and all the problems they had getting the body back to the states, how her friend’s husband died in Canada and there was no problem getting his body back. Then back to how she hates Mexico and the Mexicans. Blah, blah, blah. Now, I don’t know how or why these crazy whackos find me…but they do. I was so tempted to just look at her and say “No hablo ingleses.” and watch her have a heart attack. But, then I figured that with my luck she could very well have a real heart attack since she was ancient. I feel in the ranking of sins that murder is worse than racism. I could be wrong though. But, I don’t want to risk it. I am glad that I just looked at her and blinked slowly. Try not to engage.

I survived my physical. All the details have been put into my act. So you need to come and see one of my shows to hear about how I endured yet another round of indignity at the hands of the medical community.

Showtime! I did my second performance at the Monday Night Comedy Show. It went really well. I did some new and different material from my previous performance there and the response was great. The other performers were a mixed bag. Nothing as terrible as Comic Book Guy reading porn though from the first week. Ugh. I still cannot get over it. I seriously think part of me died that night. My soul has not been the same since.

Next stop…ACME Comedy Club open mic night this coming Monday. Hopefully I will get picked to go onstage. Cross your fingers!

Tuesday
I ran to Target quick over my lunch hour. As I was walking back to my car I noticed a little old woman standing there with her arms swinging. Everyone else was walking around her. I was afraid she was having a stroke or something so I walked up to her. When she saw me she screamed and flung herself onto me. She looked at me and said “Thank you! The wind was blowing me over.” Now, it was windy, I will give her that. But not so windy as to whisk away little 80 year old women! So then I had to bring her into the store because she would not let me go. She was truly terrified. Her plastic headscarf was all cockeyed and she was wide eyed from the ordeal. Of course we crept along at a snail’s pace. I should have just offered to give her a piggyback ride. I kept thinking of the Winnie the Pooh story of Piglet and the blustery day. Finally I got her into the store and grabbed a cart for her to use and then I headed back to work. Nothing is ever easy it seems.

Later I was not feeling well at all. So I did not go to Six Ring Circus but instead just went to bed. I was asleep long before Six Ring’s show even started.

Wednesday
I don’t remember Wednesday. That is probably a bad sign. Wow…that was yesterday. Ouch.

Thursday
So far all is quiet. Hummm….