Who ARE these people?

Thanks to all of you and your comments, I am unable to document anything further from my own life until I pause........(paused)...and both share and reflect on the comments I have gotten on my last two posts. As well as a random phone comment today courtesy of Brian Donovan.

I don't know if all of you read the comments to my posts, but if you don't, you are missing out on some really strange remarks.

First of all my mother, the missionary. When she read my blog titled "I am a Pimp", her response was not concern, but, "You are a pimp and a great sister." If I had a dime for every time I've heard that. Talk about positive affirmation. I bet if there was a P.A. meeting (Pimp's Anonymous), and any of those pimps were actually women, there would be a lot of that going around.

This comment also reminds me of the time I embarrassed, well, everyone, at a missionary dinner table in Australia when I announced to all present that my dad was on a lot of porn sites on the web. (He's not. Long story.) As I consider it now, it might have been an appropriate time to turn to my dad and break the uncomfortable and painful silence with, "Bob, you're a porn star and a great dad." Actually the more I think about this, I may have found a greeting card niche. If you've got any other good ones send 'em my way!

Ok, the next amazing Delsa comment (that's my mom if you're not in the know) was on my blog titled, "I'm broken." In this blog I tell the tale of my painful (emotionally and physically) injury. Her response, "Yes!! Just what I wanted. It has been so busy I haven't been able to check the blogs and I was hoping for a great laugh. Sorry for the pain, but you made my day."

She actually said, and I had to re-read it, Sorry for the pain, but you made my day. Are you kidding? Talk about a charming greeting card. On the outside it would read, "Heard you've been ill" and on the inside, "Sorry about the sickness, but you made my day." Charming.

Another great comment came from Ed. It wasn't great in the same way as my mom's comments (Read: odd), but it reminded me of a great story. Here's what he wrote:
"Next time you're using the airport golf cart, it would be great if you carried flowers, waved, and threw candy to the crowd...please promise to use your flip to record that."

If you're a Quinn, you probably already know where I'm going. When we first moved to Michigan from New York we were all happily stuffed in our fantastic, two-toned brown, 80's brady bunch van driving to a lake. We passed through a place called Hell, Michigan. I won't pause to say all I want to say about that alone, but it warrants a blog in itself. And I'm guessing the place was named around January, February-ish. I digress.

As we drove through town, we somehow got stuck in the middle of a parade. Everyone was a little panicky at first, and my mom was trying frantically to get us out of that mess. Of course when you're a one street town.... Anyway, my dad was thrilled. He shouted back, "Hey kids, smile and wave! You're in a PARADE!" We all started laughing and waving to the crowd. The funny part was my mom, who alternated between hiding her face and feeling obligated to join in the waving. Once a prom queen, always a prom queen - the public called.

Anyway, my point is that I have experience with this type of situation, so Ed, your suggestion is duly noted and will happen the next time I travel with a broken hip.

And finally, a comment I heard on the phone today from Brian. I was telling him that it was a very stressful day and that I was a little panicked about the Root work picking up and the film stuff picking up at the same time. I told him I was particularly concerned about what my storyline was going to be for my film. He then made one of the more random suggestions I've heard:
"Why don't you hire an illegal immigrant? They are well known for their storyline abilities. (pause) And their gardening." It wasn't the first solution I considered (that was actually becoming an illegal immigrant myself to say, Australia) but certainly an interesting one.

There is nothing else to say. Talk about your news of the weird. Baby, I got your weird right here.

**p.s. This blogger is neither for OR against illegal immigration.