Really??

It is no surprise to me that I appear a wee bit different than the average bear. I mean...it's not like every day you see someone missing their arm. I know that to be a true statement. I have lived many, many years...I am so old & wise, ha ha ha...so I know that it is an anomaly. (That is exactly what makes me unique...in a good way, I feel.) When I notice someone missing an arm, I am surprised...but not in an "Oh my gosh" kind of way. More like a..."yeah man...one arm's unite!!" I don't really say that out loud to them...but I suppose there is a nod of recognition if they too have noticed me. Those instances are few and far between...I can go months and months without seeing a "member" of the gang. ;o) Anyhow...what I am trying to say is that I know it is different and weird and cool and intriguing. And yet, I still can't understand the incessant need to stare til my eyes might drop out. I am pretty sure it is one of the many important reasons I have for living on an island and having the pleasure of a small community. Pretty much everyone here has a) seen me at least once, or b) knows me. There are no slow motion moments of fear of the unknown of what the heck happened to her..."oh poor darling"! They see that I live as normal as a life as any one else and know by the daily smile on my face that life really ain't that bad man. Although, summer time here brings on tourists...good for our local economy but can be annoying for me. I know...get over it. I am over it. But sometimes I get irked. This summer wasn't too bad...there were a couple of moments that I was meant to feel awkward with double/triple takes of glances. Whatevs. But, yesterday we were in town and ended up at Superstore...argh. This chick on her cel phone sitting at the sushi place just couldn't close her jaw or take her bulging eyes off of me. I think even her friend was perturbed at her total lack of humanity. It was quite ridiculous. I chose to ignore it. Clint noticed, and it must have bothered him because I heard him mumble something about the bitch and staring. ha ha ha ha! She may not be a bitch, whatever...but it bothers me that even my husband feels an irk about it. That sucks for him to have to feel bad about some ignoramus having a negative reaction to what he sees as his beautiful wife. But on the flip side of all of that...he DOES think I am the most beautiful woman in the world. So isn't that all that matters?? Sure is! ;o)

Yeah...really I have one arm. Really it's okay. You really don't have to worry...I REALLY love myself! :o)