blonde chicks

at the carwash today, a pretty little white mercedes pulled in front of me to go thru the best carwash ever.  flagship on connecticut.  seriously, the minute i saw the car, i started making judgement calls.  was actually wondering what a nice car like that was doing going thru the car was and not getting detailed by some swanky shop.

the driver was none other than yet another scrawny (by scrawny I mean, eat something dang it!), blonde lady in her late 30s.  perfectly matched work out outfit (yellow nikes, yellow tback top) and nice underarmor sweatshirt.  okay, i liked the sweatshirt.

but as i walked up behind her in line to pay my $16. she was so tiny and perfect, like a doll.  even a comb in the back of her stylish ponytail to keep the strays below in line.  hanging from her delicate elbow was a pretty blue yves saint laurent bag to carry her gym stuff.
so i am walking, judging, walking, judging and we get to the cash window.  she stops and takes her time.
super polite with the guy behind the window.  she says oops i forgot my coupon.  is this weather amazing?  how are you doing today?  all rather sincere too.  the heavy set mexican dude didn't seem that interested, but she was really trying to make conversation.
when she walked out to her car she took a few minutes talking with the scraggly looking older man that was wiping down the outside of her car.  it was like she really wanted to talk to someone.
i think she might be lonely?
then i felt so bad for be miss judgy.  dude, just because she has all that stuff and rocks a ysl bag for her gym stuff, doesn't make her happy or fulfilled.  the more i thought about it, the sadder i got.

why dont i look so perfectly put together?  money? not really, i am an awesome shopper and thrift stores treat me right with some amazing finds. honestly i dont end up that perfectly put together, because i dont have time.  i am always running to an event, to see mar and malia, or run a dog.  i always have somewhere to be.  which by my account is wealth.  i belong somewhere to someone.
this cute blonde lady didn't seem to belong anywhere and certainly felt lacking.  whatever her story, i got to stop judging the blonde chicks.  they just people too. =)

dear jesus,
will you find a way to bless the lady in front of me at the carwash today?
she needs something, not sure what, but she feels without.  she needs you for sure.
bless her richly with belonging and comfort in her heart.
amen.

ireland complete!