In Between Pages

My bible has a whole bunch of crap shoved in it, and I don't mean books like Leviticus or Numbers, I mean actual junk (Robin: that was a bible joke. It's OK.). Tonight as I was flipping through it I started to think about some of the stuff I have in there. One thing is the above sticker. It's from when I worked for the environmental consulting firm during college. We had a whole collection of hazardous waste stickers for shipping soil samples and they let me keep this one. It makes me laugh; I wanted to put it on a t-shirt for quite a while. And yet I found that if I keep it in my bible, it reminds me that though sometimes I'm feeling hazardous and irritant, I'm still known and loved. That even when I'm prickly, I'm still cared for. Well, and when I don't feel like reading I think of the whole task of sitting down and shutting up (which I first accidentally wrote as shitting down and sutting up, which I also do) as one of annoyance and I'm irritated. Oh well. It's a conversation piece at least.

One of the other things in my bible is this film strip. It's from a photo booth in the lobby of the Spaghetti Warehouse (or Whorehouse, thank you Romano) where my sister, brother-in-law, niece and mom joined me for my college graduation dinner. We were waiting for a table and thought, “Why not?” so the five of us piled in the photo booth and this is what came out. It's been in my bible as a bookmark ever since. I simply love it. We look ridiculous and I'm convinced it captures us better than any posed shot ever could.