don’t rain on my parade

On my way back from the post office on this most glorious of days I just happened to pass the Ben and Jerry’s.  I also just happened to remember the free ice cream cone certificate that’s been sitting in my bag for the last year.  Delicious!  I stopped in to get my free cone (chocolate chip cookie dough) and left the store a very happy girl.  All the way down the block people stared at me enjoying my ice cream.  I thought they were envious of my treat.  It wasn’t until I reached the corner that I realized otherwise.  That’s when the vaguely creepy guy with one tooth leered a little too long and said “You look especially beautiful with ice cream on your chin.”  D’oh!

happy birthday

Please join me in sending special birthday wishes to my fabulous friend Traci. Not only is she amazing at getting foul smelling odors out of cars, she is also the coach of a state champion basketball team. Traci rocks!

say my name

This morning Russell and I participated in the Scope It Out 5K.  We were walking, not running due to our lack of physical fitness.  We were really only involved to get the fun blue wicking t-shirts that were promised on registration.

The race course was not exactly lined with people (presumably the spectators were all out watching the National Marathon, which also took place today), but there were a fair number of volunteers cheering us on.  They had a pretty big spectacle at the finish though, with the announcer calling out names of racers as they crossed the line.  As walkers, Russell and I felt it was kind of embarrassing to be singled out for completing the course, so we tried to walk close to the people in front of us to keep our race numbers from being visible, preventing the announcer from identifying us.  Unfortunately I wasn’t walking close enough to the guy in front of me because the announcer called my name.  Except she got it wrong.  I’m not sure if I should be embarrassed to be singled out, or enraged not to be recognized for my truly remarkable achievement.

After that we took our wicking t-shirts and left to go enjoy a delicious diner breakfast.  Mmm… biscuits.

look at me

Do any other of my female readers ever have problems with people acknowledging them when they are out with a male friend? I have two pretty obvious instances recently and was wondering if this happens to anyone else.

The last time it happened was just a few days ago at a CompUSA when, after the sales guy misunderstood a completely legitimate question I posed, he proceeded to ignore me and finished the conversation speaking only to Russell. It was like I had suddenly disappeared from the store. The other instance was at a nearby restaurant one night when the waitress refused to look at me or ask me questions. Every time she would stop by the table she would ask Russell something and then move on. I pointed this out and even he agreed it was weird.

I get worried when this happens to me because I start to wonder if I do this too. In my daily interactions do I automatically look to males as authority figures, bill payers and decision makers? I hope not, but I can’t be sure. I’ll be extra vigilant about this in the future. Your thoughts?