Sleeplessness all around sucks.

Cash, I had something like that happen when I lived in Palo Alto, in a gated building. I gave the woman money so she'd go away. Which of course meant she showed up again a week later. Ugh.

I've been up since ~4:30. As usual.

I opened the door one day in the middle of the afternoon to two youngish ladies dressed in the local standard of church clothes. They ask if they can use my phone. My house is usually a mess, plus I don't want to let people in because--well, because I'm essentially anti-social. So I say, "There's a 7-11 just down that street." They look mortally offended and say they don't like going to places like that. I point out that it's the middle of the afternoon and repeat that, no, I'm not letting them into my house.

I don't know if they were the advance guard of trouble-makers or, at most, a proselityzing crew, but even if they were just clueless, shouldn't they worry that a stranger who lets them into her house might have nefarious reasons of her own?

they don't like going to places like that.

But they don't mind going to complete strangers' houses?

Yesterday I went to the local Osco to use the ATM. A well-dressed man was standing outside saying, "Excuse me - I was wondering if you could help me?" I said that I was in a hurry (I was) and went about my ATM-ing. The guy was asking everyone who went in the store.

Later I wondered what he wanted. I'd be annoyed if it involved money, because the guy could obviously afford nice clothes. Then I thought that even non-poor people can run out of money (I know I have)... but it still bugged me.

I mean, maybe his car broke down and he needed a few bucks or something... but I've gotten stories like that before, and most of the time you just never know if they're true.

I am not sleepy-- I am hyper awake because I had TWO cups of espresso this morning. (part of my new years resolution to not pay for coffee)

I am getting annoyed with my boss for non-work related reasons, however-- she is obsessed with her weight. I understand, I really do, that she feels fat and that none of her clothes fit. But she is, at most a size 8 petite and she keeps talking about how she is morbidly obese (she is a nurse and must know that this is not true). She just told another woman who is on a diet that she could worry about it when she got to be her size. But here is the thing-- I am actually fat! And most of the time I don't really feel bad about myself. My New Years resolution is to eat and enjoy good food instead of crap-- not to lose weight. I mentioned this and she said "Well, it is clear from looking at me that I love good food" and grabbed her belly. But I am seriously about 10 sizes larger than this woman and I am about to lose it at her. Actually, it sort of worries me-- it just doesn't seem healthy to talk/think about your weight that much.

ANyway-- sorry to come in here with a New Year vent, but I seem to be wearing my cranky pants!

Is it appropriate to ask her how she defines morbidly obese? She seems a little off-kilter.

Is it appropriate to ask her how she defines morbidly obese?

Probably not. I may, the next time it comes up.

But they don't mind going to complete strangers' houses?

Well, you know, *those* sorts of people might be at the convenience store . . . poor people, or brown people, or, well, *those* people.

Sophia, ask her what her BMI is. I mean, there's all sorts of problems with defining "fat" by it, but as a back of an envelope calculation to show if a person is excessively overweight (or on track, or underweight) it can be a good yardstick.

The two reactions this morning:

My twin sister (who still lives in our small hometown): When I told her I sent the woman on her way, "Ooooooh" followed by wondering if the woman needed help. I then explained the recent spate of home invasions in another neighborhood here where some people were bound, naked and terrorized with guns while the people stole their jewelry, cameras, computers and cars.

DH: He was so tired last night he slept through the dogs barking but he said, "I want you to SWEAR to me that from now on you won't open the door to ANYONE we do not know. Ever."

I swore. That's the new house rule.

Jade(d) is the new black.