We Gather Here Today...

So I'm at this staff training type of thing the other day. They decide to open with a prayer of some kind. So everyone is asked to join hands as someone speaks on the kind of day we want to have and all that. Now, anyone who knows me knows this isn't really my kind of thing. But I can be respectful, and once in awhile if I'm feeling particularly open-minded I might even get something out of something like this. But mostly I just picture some alternate version of myself along with some friends, all snickering at what has become of me that I'd be taking part in these kinds of things. But anyway...
So at this event, during this 'prayer', the person speaking says something about being 'thankful for all the beautiful staff'...and I can't help but instantly think, "and for the ugly ones too". At least I managed not to laugh. At least I hope the grin I felt was an inward one. I guess this explains why I'd never be the one speaking at something like this...I'd probably say outloud "and for the ugly ones too" and while some might get the humour, I'd imagine others would not take it so well. Hence I've used a healthier (we're talking a spectrum here) Freudian defense mechanism and sublimated that urge into blogville.

Bus(ted)

So I'm driving to work the other day and as I'm turning right there's a school bus turning left onto the road I'm turning off of. (I just ended a sentence with a proposition, I think I need to go back to school). So you need to know that I'm not really a kid person and I'm one of those people who wants to gag when someone says something along the lines of, "I hope you have a peaceful, joyful day full of growth". So I don't know what had gotten into me, perhaps there was a ray of sunshine that morning after a long, snowy winter that caused some strange reaction in me, but, at any rate, I found myself looking at the little kids in the bus with their shining, excited faces and for a moment I felt this lovely feeling, this "awww...." and then (screeching tires sound) I see the one little kid with his shining face is giving another kid (waiting for the bus) the finger. Then I chortle and shake my head. When I told the story at work that day, people had a good laugh. I'm not sure it translates to the blog, but let's hope.