It takes a village

Today I went out to eat at El Azteca and was watching a boy (about 8-10 years old) hold a baby sitting at a nearby table. The table was very chaotic and had multiple families, several young children, etc. I was very surprised the parents were letting him hold the baby because he was NOT doing a good job. Watching it was extremely anxiety-provoking because it looked like he was going to drop the baby. He then started shaking the baby, and the parents asked him to stop, but let him continue to hold the baby. Then, I looked over and he was putting the stick of his lollipop into the baby's ear, which made me cringe, but he took it out almost immediately.

This whole time I couldn't take my eyes off the boy and the baby - like I was watching a trainwreck. I noticed the boys hands were around the baby's neck and the baby looked to be straining and her face started turning red. Although this is not my typical behavior, I had to get up and go over to the table at this point. I told one of the men at the table that I really didn't think the boy should be holding the baby because I had been watching and saw him put his hands around the baby's neck. The man actually said to me that he was just playing with her, so I told him that the boy also stuck a lollipop stick into the baby's ear. The man was slightly rude, and I said that I was watching and would not have gotten up if I was not very concerned with what I saw, especially when the baby's face turned red with the boy's hands around the baby's neck.

I sat down feeling kind of embarrassed because I didn't mean to step on anybody's toes, but it was awful to see. It turned out that the man I was telling was not the father of either child, but the father was across from him and heard me voicing concern. The father then went and took the baby away from the boy. A little while later, a lady from the group came up to me and thanked me. I thanked her for letting me know because I wasn't trying to upset anyone. She told me that it takes a village, and that she was glad that I came over to say something. I turned maroon, but I was glad she said something because I was feeling like maybe I had crossed a line.

ANYWAY!

Happy St. Patrick's Day! I forgot to wear green. I had my first improv show a year ago today. Awwww....

Speaking of, I am in the show tomorrow night, so I'm looking forward to that, even though it's been a long week. I wouldn't mind if my character, Rebecca Miller, made her first appearance in a show, especially with her newly acquired Goodwill outfit.

It's past my bedtime, so I'm going to sleep. The video is getting uploaded TONIGHT, and I'm not even yanking your chain one bit!

I am not a boy

Hi. I am writing today with a lot less hair than the last time I wrote, but I am not a boy. The jury's still out regarding my hair. I'm not sure how much I got cut off, but probably six inches in some places and more in others. Yeah, this is a true story. This is the shortest I've had my hair in probably ten years. It is kind of cute because it looks like I made more of an effort, but it also makes me feel like a small boy. One of my BFFs from high school cut it and he did a great job! Now I just need to be capable of making it look as good as he did.

I am still at my parents' house, so it has been quite the holiday weekend. I am leaving for work from here in the morning. It looks like I'll be wearing jeans and one of my new shirts. I will probably wear a headband I got today so everyone can tell I'm still a girl. I wonder how long it will take to get to work from here in the morning. I better leave early to be safe, so I'm going to go to bed by 9:00 p.m.

I couldn't sleep well at all last night. It was the most restless night I've had in as long as I can remember. I was tossing and turning and probably only slept in one-hour increments (at the most). Then, it didn't help that there was a darn squirrell tap-dancing in the attic this morning. It sounded like he was right above my vent, so that contributed to my sleeplessness.

This week should be fun. I'm going to an improv graduation show on Tuesday night, and that's always fun. Friday I believe I am staffing the young alumni holiday party in Midtown, so that ought to be adventurous. I can't remember if I have any other obligations - it will depend on when I start improvising as an apprentice. Giddy up!

Well, I took some NyQuil in hopes of being able to battle the squirrell tonight. Hopefully he's out in the cold shivering. That's mean, but I don't want him in the attic. I am tired and am afraid tonight will be like the night before school starts - anxious to go back to work and what not.

I guess I better go round up my belongings and get some more writing done to finalize the weekend.