Ridiculously Routine

The bread and butter of this blog are the records of the weird/funny things that seem to happen on a regular basis. However, I've realized something: I'm becoming rez desensitized. At least a little.

There are things that would have made me stop and say, "really?" 10 months ago that I don't even notice anymore. And, to be quite honest, since I'm not even sure anyone reads this, if something interesting does happen, it tends to get a Facebook status quicker than a blog update.

But anyway.

Here are the two funnies things that have happened recently:

1. Went to church, and the pastor made me and about 3 other people stand up front and sing "Zaccheus was a wee little man" for the other 10 people in the congregation. I did not care for it. And I'm still really not sure why it needed to happen.

2. Went to an event in St. Francis (which will likely be expounded upon in a later post), and drove past a car without a hood over the engine. Just drivin' along. It also had multicolored fenders, but the lack of a hood was the biggest attention getter. So I was telling one of my coworkers about it today, and his response was, "Well, it is the rez, Candy." And we just kinda chuckled about it.

Later that afternoon as he was driving to a game, he called the office to say he saw the car and thought about pulling over to take a photo, but didn't get it done quite in time. Darn!

3. Was in a parade. Again. This time in St. Francis, for its Homecoming. And this time we used my car. Two things are notable about this. First, I sat on the hood of my car with my coworker's granddaughter and threw out candy and the special papers we made for the event. It was windy, it was cold, and I had planned on driving. But the little girl got scared at the last minute and didn't want to sit up there by herself. So. That happened. Secondly, my car has developed a new and SUPER fun quirk: It won't idle. If it sits with the engine idling for too long, it just shuts off. I don't know if it's trying to be more eco-friendly, reduce its own carbon footprint, what, but it's kind of annoying. It did it to me for the first time when I got stuck in construction last Saturday. I forgot about it until I felt it shut off the first time on the parade route. Whoops. We made it through, anyway.

And with that, I think my long and illustrious career of being a parade personality has come to an end. I'm ok with that.