Blessing

The other day I was at the grocery store.  The meat manager worked my inlaws and he and I have become friendly.  He shares the good deals with me and we exchange plesentaries.  He is a nice guy.    A few months ago, when I started going to the store again, I ran  into him and he mentioned that he had not seen me for a while.  I explaned our situation, he listened and shared a health scare he recently had.  

I went to the store on Monday.  I ran into him, and he asked me how I was feeling.  I said fine, and changed the subject.  He then said "It sure does look like you have been getting some sun." No, I haven't.  It is the medicine or the illness.  My face is always beat red.  And I am sweaty. Really sweaty. All the time.  And when you talk about it, it gets redder. I know he was just making conversation, but I hate explaining myself and having to talk about my sickness.  I guess maybe I will just say yes from now on.  

I know it is the 'roid rage, but I feel the urge to punch people a lot when they stare. 

So with out further hesitation, here is a list of people who I want to punch:  

1.  Anyone who comments on the redness of my face.

2.  The woman who stared at my legs for so long she ran into an end cap at Target.  I guess the universe sorta punched.  

3.  People who text and drive.

4.  People who give their 5 year old red bull.  

5.  People who litter.

6.  People who do not put their cart back in the cart holder in the parking lot. If I can do it, so can you!  

7.  People who use handicapped parking and don't have a tag.  I want to punch these people in the face.

8.  People who text during church.  

9.  The neighbor who lets his dog shit in my yard.  If I wanted dog shit in my yard, I would have a dog and let it shit in my yard.  

10.  Pretty much all teenagers.  

11.  People who do not feel the rules do not apply to them.  Like people who do use their turn signals, people who do not renew their car tags and people who do not stop at stop signs.  

My mom says bless you to people a lot.  At my college graduation, the first time they met Brett, there was a woman who was saving a bunch of seats, my mom kindly asked her to move over a little for my grandma.  The woman said no, and my mom looked at her and said "Well bless you!". I heard this story recounted from both Brett and my BFF.  I think she may have it right.  There is no amount of anger or punching that is going to change them.  And why waste what little energy I have on being angry at them.  Instead, I will start blessing.  

Although, there was a man ahead of me in a car yesterday that did 4 on the list.  I really wanted to punch him.  

All my love!