Why girls get married:

I am convinced that one of the major reasons why women get married is because they need men to hang their pictures. Living alone definitely has it's humorous moments...

I was trying to hang a bulletin/chalk board in my entryway. I want it to be level and perfect. Five holes later... it was finally hung and MOSTLY level. :) The wall underneath looks like there's been a miniature demolition team in my house. Which, after the entryway, the little devils moved onto the bathroom. If I have struggles with hanging a square frame, imagine trying to hang 5 wooden letters in a straight line. Tacks all over the floor, I hammered my finger several times, dropped all of the letters, made multiple holes in the wall once again, dropped the hammer, bent many nails, and stepped on a tack. 45 painful minutes later... the letters R-E-L-A-X are hung in a semi-straight fashion on my bathroom wall. Oh dear!! I need a man - if for nothing else then to hang my pictures!

On a more serious note something happened to me last night that I find disturbing. I know that if I was verbally telling this to someone, then I would be told to ignore it, but it is not sitting well in my soul. I walked out of work last night around 11 (I work at a restaurant downtown GR). My car was parked right across the street which has been closed due to the arts festival going on for the past 3 days. So I'm walking across the street to my car, excited about the good money I just made and these three slightly attractive guys are walking towards me, well... stumbling towards me. 11:00 and already hammered?? I'm glad I didn't run into them at 2:00 am!! They invite me to join them for drinks and when I decline as I climb into my car one calls out, "Oh you're religious! You need to go home and read your Bible". If I had been quick-thinking enough and he had been sober enough for it to matter, I probably would have responded, but instead I rolled my eyes and got in my car. My good mood suddenly vanished. I was sad, sad that those guys are going to go and drink themselves, maybe to the point of sickness and most certainly to the point of an inevitable hangover the next morning, and they think that is what life is about. I feel as though I am living down in the depths of life, the messy, meaningful stuff. The stuff that in the long run, makes an eternal difference. And there they are in the kiddy pool calling me in as if little yellow slides and squirt guns will interest me. I also am a little angry, as a woman, I am frustrated. I am frustrated that some policemen, some man didn't stand up for me and give them what they deserved. That men are allowed to get away with that, not only on the street, but in bars, billboards, movies, in public and in private. Why is it that guys think they can talk to girls like that?? Why do they think they can treat them like trash, like pieces of meat, with such disrespect? I wish that they knew how God looks down and I'm sure is wishing He could flood the world again so as to wash away men like that. I am also offended, no that's not the right word. I don't know what is, but I feel frustrated that they think the reason why I wouldn't join them at the bar is because I need to go home and read my Bible. As if people who read their Bible can't go out and have a drink, as if Christians go home early - I'm frustrated with the stereotypes... that they would think that, that for some people it is true. I don't like to be lumped into a box, and yet I have absolutly no problem with going home at 11:00 on a Saturday night. I don't feel as though I'm missing out on anything and to me their life seems more boring then mine.

I know... I'm over-thinking the whole drunken encounter, I should forget about it and not let it bother me. And yet... it won't go away - it's like an incessant mosquito. Maybe after I finish writing the blog, and it's out in black and white, then it will stop bothering me. Or maybe it will only go on to bug others. I hope it doesn't buzz in your ear... :)