Baseball Game

Geneo and I went to a NW Arkansas Naturals baseball game. Believe it or not, it was a wonderful night for a ballgame. A rain shower had come through the area earlier in the day and cooled the temperature. There was a nice breeze for most of the game. AND the Naturals beat the Springfield Cardinals.

However, I did have a few anxious moments. I thought it would be wise to go to the bathroom before the game started so that I wouldn't have to walk in front of a lot of people to go during the game. I think that is a throw-back to the days when my mom would tell me to go before the show starts or something like that. Anyway, that's what I did.

Just as I got into position to do my thing, I heard the announcer say, "Ladies and gentlemen please rise for the singing of our National Anthem." Well, um, I couldn't rise. Obviously, at this point, I had no choice but to complete what I had started. I thought I would be very quiet and finish as quickly as possible in order to at least show some respect for our flag by rising to my feet.

I finished my business and rose to my feet when, you guessed it, the stool automatically flushed. Now, there is just something wrong with hearing a stool flush during the singing of the National Anthem. I was very embarrassed even though I really couldn't help it and didn't intend for it to happen. But then I thought, I'm probably the only one in here. So no one will ever know. I swished my hands under the automatic water faucet, grabbed a pull-down paper towel (I was surprised they were not automatic), and was headed out the down when I heard it --- another flush. Ahhh. I smiled. I'm not the only person who got caught with her pants down during the singing of the National Anthem. Life is good!

Hair-Dos

My middle sister's hair always looks perfect. She has the kind of hair that is thick and has a lot of body. She can do all the latest styles and it looks great. It is not at all like mine which is very fine, thin and straight. I wouldn't say that I'm jealous of her because of her hair, but I do think it would be nice to have hair that has a little more body than mine does. And I'm not sure she needs ALL that hair, but that's the way it is.

The other day I knew she was upset because she had to change her hair appointment. The appointments are very important to her. I thought I remembered which day she was rescheduled to go. "Thought" is the important word here. We had planned to go to lunch together with our other sister on the day I "thought" she was to go. That morning I asked her what time her appointment was, because I didn't want our lunch to interfere with her appointment.

She gave me the look and said, "It was yesterday." My younger sister, bless her heart, could hardly contain her laughter. In fact, I don't think she did. Of course, nothing I could say at that point was going to make any difference. I was beginning to hyperventilate... She took it somewhat well, and we had a good time at lunch.

In my defense, her hair always looks nice. I can never tell when she needs to have it done. And I realize the reason for that is because she does have it done regularly, unlike myself who waits until it looks like a train wreck before I make an appointment. And then I have to wait a while before I can get in, which means by the time I do get in, I am an embarrassment to women everywhere.

But I have learned a valuable lesson. I'm just leaving the hair issues alone. Unless I can see that someone has had a drastic change in her hair style, I'm not mentioning the hair. Maybe this experience with my sister, whom I think still loves me, has taught me to watch the hair-do comments. Maybe....