Mean people

I'd like to think that people are not intentionally mean. I guess some people are, but I guess I've learned how to avoid most of them or I've learned not to let them bother me.

Then there are the people that you let get close to you, either by choice (friends and relationships) or not (family). In some very wrong way, these people can be meaner than the ones that you don't even know. Why that is the case? I don't know. Maybe you've given them the right by allowing them into your life. If that's true, then I can only see that you get hurt due to your own stupidity.

If only I had a lifetime supply of cream pies to throw in faces of all the mean people I ever had to deal with. I wouldn't feel any smarter, but I would at least feel better.

The move

Recently, one of the more exciting events in my life was moving to a new city. I was very delighted to move to a place that has mountains after two years of living in the Great Plains region. I also thought it would be neat to get to live in a desert climate for awhile.

Well since moving to El Paso, it has rained almost daily. It's irronic when you get to watch the desert turn green in front of your eyes. I was amused this morning to look out my windows and notice that the Franklin Mountains had been eaten by the rain clouds for two reasons: 1) for the past 2 years, I have not been able to see "ground" without actively looking down, and 2) I moved to the desert.

Who knew that hurricanes could have this kind of effect on the desert?