I know, I hate re-runs, too
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I'm taking a much-needed blog break. Life has not been on my side lately, and it's time to regroup and find my center.
But I'm not leaving you empty-worded here at Stie's Thoughts. I'm going to pull a few oldies (but goodies) out of the archives and re-post them.
Never thought I'd be one of THOSE bloggers, but such is life right now.
I'll be back next week to regale you with all the boring details of my life.
I know. Try to contain your excitement.
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Today I was strolling up and down the aisles of my local grocery store. I kept meeting the same person in the middle of each aisle. Every time I passed this man, he smiled up and me and said, "Hello, pretty lady."
Which, thanks to my most thoughtful son telling me all that is wrong with my fine self, I was needing today.
With each passing aisle, and each passing compliment, my self-esteem soared. See, McKay, SEE? Strangers tell me I'm pretty. I can't be ALL THAT bad.
But our little game ended when I heard him say the exact same thing to another store patron. Sadly, it was not a trim, cute soccer mom that drew his attentions away from me. It was a balding, elderly man wearing a pink shirt.
Next time our carts passed, I eyed him more carefully.
He is mentally challenged.
And I, unfortunately, am still ugly.
[Originally posted October 3, 2007]
But I'm not leaving you empty-worded here at Stie's Thoughts. I'm going to pull a few oldies (but goodies) out of the archives and re-post them.
Never thought I'd be one of THOSE bloggers, but such is life right now.
I'll be back next week to regale you with all the boring details of my life.
I know. Try to contain your excitement.
__________
Today I was strolling up and down the aisles of my local grocery store. I kept meeting the same person in the middle of each aisle. Every time I passed this man, he smiled up and me and said, "Hello, pretty lady."
Which, thanks to my most thoughtful son telling me all that is wrong with my fine self, I was needing today.
With each passing aisle, and each passing compliment, my self-esteem soared. See, McKay, SEE? Strangers tell me I'm pretty. I can't be ALL THAT bad.
But our little game ended when I heard him say the exact same thing to another store patron. Sadly, it was not a trim, cute soccer mom that drew his attentions away from me. It was a balding, elderly man wearing a pink shirt.
Next time our carts passed, I eyed him more carefully.
He is mentally challenged.
And I, unfortunately, am still ugly.
[Originally posted October 3, 2007]
