Two Kinds of People

Lately, I've been noticing a trend in people that I run into.  There seem to be two kinds:

1)  The kind that is very concerned about their rights, what's due them, what's owed them, and who is and isn't treating them properly.  These folks tend to speak often of filing lawsuits to get what they feel they deserve.  When they happen upon people who seem to be in a better life situation than them, they think "That should have been me."  I've even heard "Screw them!  They should give ME that!"  ("That" being money, a fabulous spouse, nice car, whatever.)  When they run across people with more money than them, they feel that they should have part of it... especially if the other person is biologically related to them.

2)  The other kind is the type of person who's very concerned about the rights of others, what they can do to help other people, and how to defend those who can't defend themselves.  They don't want anything they haven't worked hard for themselves (if they're able).  These folks speak often of finding ways to give to the needy withought injuring others' dignity.  When they happen upon people who seem to be in a better life situation than them, they think "You GO, girl/guy!  Rock on!"  They're happy for the other person.  When they run across people with more money than them, they admire the person for working hard to get the money. 

Oops... where's the Avon lady?

A while ago, my son stole my deodorant.  Well, he asked politely if he could borrow it... and I haven't seen it since.  I'm sure it's in a duffel bag or backpack that's been haulted to various friend's houses where he spent the night, and sundry paintball tournaments.  At any rate, I'm pretty certain I don't WANT it back.

This morning, though, I needed some deodorizer.  It's starting to get warm here in central Texas, and one likes to be careful, you know?  But I had none, and I have no clue where my husband's hiding his neutral/hypoallergenic stuff.  So I thought "What's good for the goose..." and proceeded to pilfer my son's deodorant.

After applying it, I realized what it was:  Brut.  That's right... I smell nice and manly now.  It's bothering the hell out of me, but the only alternative I can think of is to wash it completely off, and then I'm back at square one, right?

There's an Avon lady that works in this building.  I think I need to go hit her up for some samples or something.

Conversation Between Me and The Boy

HIM:  "I wonder who invented the flag.  They should have patented it."
ME:   "Betsy Ross."
HIM:  "Betsy Ross did NOT invent the flag."
ME:  "That's what legend says."
HIM:  "Legend also says Paul Bunyan had a big blue ox named Babe."

Damn.  He has a point.