If this were a highly read web log, I might start asking Merriam-Webster for some advertising stipend, as often as I mention them here. Anyway, I receive the Word of the Day (WotD) from Merriam-Webster. On May 19th, the word of the day was Colonel Blimp:
Interesting WotD.
I really like Merriam-Webster's definition of purr:
It's just such a fun definition. :)
Mia is my cat. She's absolutely gorgeous and has a great personality. She's a bit quirky, though. She drools and gnaws when she purrs. I love her anyway. Cats are cool like that.
When in Annapolis, be sure you drop by Aromi d'Italia. They have the best food I've ever tasted. The proprietor, Eddie, is a humble, gentle, and joyful man, easy to talk with and delighted to see a familiar face. I go there whenever I can, but as a college student, that's not too often. However, he always seems to recognize me. I really enjoy watching him smile when he sees my face.
To eat, I highly recommend the Aromi Max, accompanied by Homemade Lemonade, and Straeciatella and / or Strawberry Gelato. Please don't stop there, though. Everything I've had has been excellent. I believe there's even a buffet for lunch during the week. The pizzas are a must, as well.
The first time I went to Aromi was after my high school prom. My date, Liz, frequented the place and wanted some gelato. So, we took the limo through downtown Annapolis and all piled into Aromi, tuxes, dresses, and all. It was great fun.
I also went to Aromi after another prom. It was just as, if not more, delightful then. Actually, that was the greatest night of my life... but I digress. Aromi is a place where memories are made. Go there. Frequently. Oh, and say hi to Eddie for me.
I find it very odd how easily I've found web sites to all the things I've wanted to link to today: the Double T Diner, the Heimlich manuever (it has its own web site!), Aromi d'Italia. Neat, but odd.
After playing volleyball, a couple of my friends and I headed over to the Double T Diner in Annapolis for some eats. Shortly before we got up to leave, someone across the restaurant received the Heimlich manuever. Apparently, she was choking on a piece of ice. After everyone figured out what had happened, she and the person who helped her received a round of applause. It was all very surreal.
After I collected my thoughts, I thanked Jesus for allowing me to witness this event and that the girl was alright. It's not every day that you get to see someone's life saved.
I got to drive stick again tonight. I've driven stick three times, each time in a Jeep. My friend always told me that you have so much more control when you drive stick. Yeah, I guess I can see that, but I can also see it as being a pain. I saw a guy brushing his teeth while driving (in a Jeep!) the other day and he had to continually stop to change gears (I realize this statement is just odd). Definitely a pain. Anyway, practice makes habit and I wanted to play around a bit more with a clutch. Fun stuff.
When I'm home, I play volleyball at my church on Saturday nights. This evening, there were a couple of young adults who were especially sarcastic. One couple that had been playing ended up leaving early, probably due to the amount of sarcasm. I was the target of a good deal of it, partially because I tend to put up with that stuff by nature. Eventually, I stopped my passiveness and asked for the sarcasm to stop. Everything was much more pleasant after that.
I'm not a good volleyball player, I'll readily admit that. In fact, I'm not very good at any sports. I guess I go to play because I usually like the atmosphere and the exercise. Because we play at a church, I assumed that things would be easy-going, but I guess I was mistaken.
Tonight really taught me how sarcasm can be hurtful. I was on the receiving end of a lot of sarcastic remarks and I really didn't like it. I'm not entirely sure why it hurt me so much. I guess I expect people to be truthful and caring, so it was a slap in the face when I received the opposite. Wow. It seriously phased me, to the point that I was almost in tears. I know they weren't doing it intentionally, but the cruelty of some people just amazes me. They nonchalantly tore me apart, making me extremely uncomfortable. I almost left. I'm not sure why I didn't. Part of it was that I know I need to stop running from uncomfortable situations. Additionally, I know that standing by and doing nothing while something wrong is taking place is just like endorsing it. I should have said something earlier, but it's good that I said something at all.
Looking at my various friendships, I know a lot of people that are extremely sarcastic and I know how that's made me feel sometimes. Sarcasm stinks. If you're a sarcastic person, please think about changing your ways. It hurts.
Me: Is that yours?
Him: No, it's mine.
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June 6-8, 2008 - Dance Performance
