Lorraine Says: Two For Flinching

Apparently, Columbus discovered some stuff and we like to remember him for that with a holiday.

I remember learning about Columbus "discovering America" in elementary school. What sticks out the most in my memory is the amazement of my classmates at my being able to pronounce La Niña, La Pinta and La Santa Maria. Also, drawing said ships crossing the ocean, and stuff. Hooray for public school systems.

Columbus Day is a second rate holiday, anyways.
I only say that because I don't have today off. When I used to work for Velveeta Crap Watches, we used to get chunks of time off for the Jewish holidays. Those quickly became my favorites. The moral of the story is that my favorite holidays are the ones I have off.

Speaking of which, I went Target shopping with Venus, Fetus, Vyelit and Pink yesterday, and was reminded of my post last year about hating October. Of course, I was mostly joking. Maybe I'm feeling sweet on October now because I found Count Chocula cereal on sale and this is the only time of year I ever find his chocolate-y goodness.


I googled count chocula and this is what I found.
Don't hate the copy paster, kay? Especially not for that "then"
*cringe*

When I got to work this morning, I had to turn on all the lights and open all the doors because NO ONE was here. Apparently, everyone took the day off out of their personal time because they really appreciate Columbus. It was really creepy being alone in the office. Not in a "I'm gonna get axe murdered" way but in a "woooah. This is trippy," sort of way.

I started to hum and sing to myself so that there was some noise. In the kitchen, I was dancing awkwardly in front of the toaster as I waited for it to give back my bagel thins. I ran through a list of things to do as I hummed and shuffled my feet and then- POP! I jumped at the toaster sound and felt my heart racing in my chest.

Two for flinching, I thought to myself and smiled. Not because it was particularly witty, but because I'd already decided to name this post "two for flinching."

See, it was raining all weekend. ALL. WEEKEND.

No, seriously: all weekend. It was like that scene in Forest Gump where it rains up and down and sideways. On Friday night, the girls and I decided to grab something to eat after church and on our way back home, the world ended nearly ended in rain.

I've mentioned before that I hate driving in the rain. Blame it on the fact that I once crashed into a wall. Whatever. The point is that I was freaking out big time as it sideways-rain-monsooned and streets flooded and lightening lit up the sky.

Of course, there was that one douche driver that was all, "I'm better than rain and I have places to be! Place more important than safety, duh," who sped past me in the opposite direction and sent a tidal wave of water over my car.

As the water slapped the windshield, I closed my eyes and turned my head away protectively. I flinched.

Then, I felt stupid. Really stupid. I was annoyed with myself for flinching! I was embarrassed, even though the only person who saw me cower, was, uh, Jesus. And I'm pretty sure He wasn't judging.

I'm always fascinated by those little moments, where I do things and yet they seem beyond my control. Like flinching. Like dropping something, picking it up and then dropping it again. Like biting your own tongue.

Mostly, it was a pretty uneventful weekend, between the rain and observing Yom Kipur.

And because I haven't actually updated you on how I am in a while: all is well. I'm quite happy these days, even if I do have sad Monday eyes today, while everyone is getting their Columbus on.

Hope you all had less rain,