Hi Friend,
I stole “Hi Friend”
from Debina, so now, when I call her and she answers, “Hi Friend” I just want
to giggle and then I forget why I called her.
And before you say, “You can’t steal ‘Hi Friend’ from someone, that’s
just a normal greeting,” let me tell you, it definitely isn’t when she says
it. And I believe in giving credit where
credit is due. Sorry (Arda) if sometimes
my memory prevents me from doing that.
Last Monday, I had
the day off (like the rest of the country).
We kicked it off with a farewell breakfast at IHop for Nater, followed
by hanging out with Dawne, Zach and Luke (because unlike the rest of us, Jordan
had to work). We took bags to goodwill
to make room for Christmas presents, took down the tree, and basically did
chores while watching the rest of “How I Met Your Mother.” (While I was gone, I missed 5 seasons, but
the house is done watching, which is kind of the same thing.) We started
watching Coupling, on the suggestion of Shane – turns out he can suggests good
TV sometimes. :P
Me: How does this
new Apple TV system work?
Zach: It’s too complicated
to explain to you.
Me: Will you teach
me how the new Apple TV system works?
Luke: Sure. You press these two buttons.
(Thanks for the
confidence, Zach.)
Tuesday, pink roses
showed up on my desk and I refuse to tell anyone who they are from, which is
driving everyone nuts at work. Is this
what keeping secrets feels like? If it
is, it is delicious.
Rollie: Welcome.
Me: Hi Sunshine! I
can’t chat I’m late for a date.
Rollie: (said things
I won’t repeat)
Me: He's read my blog so
he already knows my good material.
Rollie: Does he know he’ll
be in it shortly?
I do wonder why I don’t
have people sign a waiver when they talk to me – you know so they know about
the “It’s less of a circle of trust as it is a line of trust, straight into my
blog.”
Mom: What is your plan
tonight?
Me: I have date.
Mom: What?
Me: A date.
Mom: A what?
Me: You know when a woman
spends time with a gentleman caller for the express purpose of getting to know
one another?
Mom: Oh! A Date!
Me: I need to get out more
if my own mother doesn’t recognize the word when it comes out of my mouth.
Mom: Well, Be nice.
Me: I will be!
Mom: And don’t be
sarcastic.
Me: Be reasonable. Frita would never ask that from me.
PS: I had a similar conversation,
almost word for word, with Jen – sans the to-do list. Not a good sign. Know
what else isn’t a good sign? Someone who I chat with on
a regular basis at work thought that I was married. Maybe I should put on my
to-do list: Act more needy, insecure and desperate for a man then loudly
announce “I wish *I* was married!” whenever there is a lull in the
conversation. Honestly, I have no idea
where to put this information in my brain, so I’m writing it here hoping it
will disappear from my consciousness.
It’s either that, or try to convince myself it’s good that I exude a
sense of established security in my life and therefore am not confused with the
average single lady but that won’t help with “A What?!; A Date!!” issue.
I was telling people at
work that I think my back pain is actually stemming from my chair at my desk.
M: That could be.
Me: Thirty really is the
new seventy.
M: That’s not true.
R: Maybe it is to a
woman.
Me: Too close to the truth,
dude.
I was on my way out
of the office holding a box of books for an author signing that was happening
later that evening.
M: I’m going to head
out early. I need to run home and put
these books into a bag because this box doesn’t match my outfit.
Boss: hehe Seriously?
M: Ha. ha. Kind of,
yea.
Later, when I showed
up to the signing, I had transferred the books into a wolf bag. Like a bag, with a wolf on it. It really did match my outfit much better
than the unwieldy box – which just made my boss make fun of me more. Guess what he’s getting for his birthday?
In our house, when
it is your birthday, you get to choose where we go for dinner. Naturally, Lucas
chose to celebrate his 16th birthday at IKEA, which also meant that
when Cori (German) arrived on Friday, she got to enjoy the joy and wonder that
is IKEA with us. That’s where you bring
international guests yes?
Lucas: Now that we
have foreigners with us, it’s not as fun to make fun of the names.
After talking to our
visitor about professional extreme sports and hearing stories about hanging out
with other pro’s in the biking world, Lucas said to me, “It’s weird to think
that any of your friends are professionals.”
Which is true when thinking of Pro Sports people for sure, but I think
it’s also true of my non-athletic friends.
Seriously, I can’t believe we, and especially some of you, are
“Professionals.”
Last night Zach
turned on True Grit, an Academy Award winning movie, for around 15
minutes. He then declared that it was
not for him, and put on Jackie Chan’s “Project A.” Let’s keep that in mind next time he suggests
watching something. Also, he was
complaining about the lack of choices on Netflix. I’m starting to think that it might be
impossible to make Luke and Zach happy at the same time. Individually, sure, I think I can figure that
out, together? Impossible. Add in the
happiness of two dogs and my week has gotten very complicated. Even after two trips to the park yesterday,
the little dog was still complaining that I wasn’t playing enough with
her. Doesn’t she know that *I’M*
supposed to be the high maintenance one?
I had lunch with
Rach yesterday, which was amazing. I had
asked her to go Ice Skating with me, but after a Mimosa/Coffee lunch and taking
a look at a crowded rink, we opted to go for a walk instead. Maybe Ice Skating is a “Once a Season” type
sport. (Who am I kidding? For me that’s
kinda of the definition of every sport.
Do I really think I’ll be playing Racquetball again this year?)
And finally, I’ll
leave you with this interaction I had last night:
Lucas: I think the
traces of Peanuts are starting to affect me.
Me: Why would you
even try to eat a Luna bar?
Lucas: They said it
was for women and I wanted to prove them wrong.
I better take some Benadryl.
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