BUScapades...

I've been taking the downtown bus to school for about 6 months now.  I've seen a lot of interesting people and situations.  Mostly not so pleasant, like the lady who peed her pants and had fecal matter on the OUTSIDE of her sweats, but today was an exception.

An elderly woman got on the bus and she appeared out of breath and unsteady on her feet.  I touched her arm and offered her my seat.  She said, "No, thanks.  I appreciate it though.  I was just running for the bus.  I'm 72."  So I said (obviously judging the book by its cover), "Wow, good for you."  To which she replied, "I run the marathons every year.  My daughter is a cancer survivor, we run together."  Again, to which I replied, "Wow, that's great!"  (thinking this casual conversation between strangers on the bus was winding down)  She then says, "You know, this summer, I was running in the park and I was attacked!  The man stole my purse!  So... now I take Tae Kwon Do."  She smiled.  As she got off the bus 3 stops later, she waved good-bye and said told me it was nice of me to have offered her my seat.  I smiled all the way to school.

Now, prior to meeting this senior martial arts student, I'd been on the bus bemoaning my cold and GI issues (IBS - you don't want the details) and the recent snow and colder weather.  I think this woman was God giving me the old smack up the side of the head and saying, "You're 40 and if you don't start taking care of yourself, you won't be WALKING at 72, nevermind running!"  Sometimes, He's not so subtle. 

I start counting Weight Watchers points tomorrow.

Jenga

I am officially a blogger

Somehow I thought this blogging thing would be easier. 

I somehow fantasized that it would be this brilliant stream of literary genius that would invoke millions of loyal followers and lead to fame and fortune ala "Julie & Julia" or my fave blog
"Hyperbole and a Half" (<--- BRILLIANT!) .

Then, of course, I remembered why I don't want to be famous. I've done WAY too many stupid things in my life to achieve any level of fame without certain scrutiny. There are things you just don't want your parents to ever find out about you--no matter how old you are. Then there is also the whole having to reveal my true identity to people. Which if you have 1/2 a brain, you could figure out fairly easily. I have no delusions of privacy on the internet.

Well, there we go. One blog down.

ciao,

Jenga