Wednesday, June 28, 2006

Water Musings

Two things that I freak out about when we run out: Rice and Water.

We ran out of water two days ago, so yesterday I took a couple of our five gallon bottles to HEB to pump. I was standing there minding my own bidnez when some HEB employee came outta nowhere, stood next to me, and was like "Wazzup, sista!" (Or said something similar.) I'm thinking, OKaaaaaaay, ::turn away, don't make eye contact::.

He was still standing there grinning at me, and picked up one of my water bottles, and fidgetted it. I had both my hands curled up into fists covering my mouth, hoping he'll notice that I looked agitated. So I finally decided to look back at him. Said, "I'm sorry, but I don't know you."

He looked hurt and replied, "Cindy??"

"Cindy's my sister."

"Oh! Sorry, you look alike..." And awkwardly stumbled away.

That was the first time someone seriously mistakened me for my sister. Look at me, I have short brown hair, and my sister has long black hair, and I'm two inches taller. Even so, I've had comments that we look like twins. Although, I have to admit that it pleases me to hear I still look like a teenage girl. Or my sister looks like a 22 year old woman-- whatever!



I'm babysitting today, and one of the kids is sick. So I've been washing my hands probably 10X already in fear of the germs. =P The routine is I come over early in the morning around 8:30, we hang out, eat, some of them(2) take a nap. Come noon I'll take them outside for about an hour, though their parent would probably dissapprove that I'm letting them into the jungle. I sent the older one (age 2) inside to throw away her trash. When she came out I noticed she was meticulously rubbing her hands together. I asked her did she washed her hands, too?

So I was chilling with her baby sister (6 months +/-) and then the older one started crying. Now this was weird because she doesn't usually cry. I thought it was the cars or the sound of a jet overhead that might've frightened her. She covered her face with her hands and was bawling, maybe a mosquito bit her face. I tried to pull her hands off, but she wouldn't, and it only made her cry more. So I took the little one in and made her come inside. I took her to the sink and started washing her face, seeing how that's where the irritation was stemming. Then I noticed bubbles forming on her face. I realized she must've put soap on her hands without washing it with water, and ended up stinging her eyes when she rubbed it against her face. So I washed and washed and washed, until the soap went away. And she was all better.

Then we played Dance Dance Revolution.

=D
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