Finding Joy in Snarkville

Oh my — things have been a whirl for the last 24 hours and I slept (in a house with heat and the windows closed) for 7 of those 24.  I seriously have no idea where the time goes some days, but yesterday found me eating lunch at 3pm (though I thought it was 2pm because I hadn’t — still haven’t — changed the clocks in my car).  So, since my to do list is longer than yesterday, I fear I must bring you snippets of the last 24 hours.

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GOOD STUFF: Yesterday afternoon, I headed off to pick up some things for a goody bag for the Sea Socks cruise.  I got to the warehouse, asked for the approiate person, waited — briefly thought about running into the warehouse and rolling around in a little yarn — and then I was walked back to an office FILLED with stuff.  Ok, deep breaths.  As we talked for a few minutes, my buddy turns and says, “Ok, this is what we pulled for you….”  I could not hear anything past “75 balls of yarn and…and…and…”  For a second I was thrilled I had not brought the MINI, but still, I drove off with a TRUNK full of stuff for the cruise.

REALIZATION: I am officially out of room in my office to store said stuff.  It will either be living in my living room or will boot the MINI out of the garage.  This pales in comparison to the realization that I must build 75 goody bags PRONTO and room to spread out to do this is at a premium.

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GOOD STUFF: I went to a reception last night.  It was nice and I even knew a whole TWO women there.  I stuck to them like glue, so perhaps they might not be speaking to me anymore.  But I’m shy (as we have discussed many, many times before) and I’m uncomfortable in a room of women I don’t know — and let’s leave alone that I can’t seem to come up any good topics to discuss — because apparently my go to topics of cat puke, knitting, and ‘why I’m not bright’ aren’t always socially acceptable.  It tends to make people back away slowly.

REALIZATION: I loved the food at this reception.  There were good offerings, including a chocolate mousse on a thin cookie that I’m MUST get the recipe for and I will bug the heck out of one of the chefs until he bends to my will and coughs it up (yes, it is worth it — it does help that Duke is totally sweet on his daughter though).  But, should I go to one of these receptions again, I’m totally packing my swiss army fork with me.  There were little plates, napkins, even free flowing wines, but not a FORK in sight.  Never in my shortish life have I considered marinaded asparagus a finger food.  I may pack my own tongs.

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This morning, I was going to take Duke to school, because Prince needed to get in early to claim a parking spot.  Duke was in a really good mood this morning and when I told him, “Hey, do you know what today is?”

He grins and says, “Tuesday Waffle Wednesday!”

“Yes, sweetie, TODAY is Waffle Wednesday.”

Duke and I walked out the door just as Prince was backing out of the drive.  Duke was VERY upset that Daddy was “getting away” (yes, he said that).

“Follow, Daddy, follow, Daddy.”

I said, “Duke, honey, let’s hop in the car right now and Mama can catch up with Daddy.”

“Really?”

“Oh, yes, honey, I know how Daddy drives, we will catch up.”

” OK, Daddy turned right HERE…. Daddy stopped here…Daddy turned here…where’d Daddy go?”
(There was much glee when I pulled up behind Daddy at a stop light!)

Finally, it came time for Daddy to turn off and us to go straight.  I told Duke, “Say bye to Daddy.”

“Bye-bye, Daddy.  See you later, Alligator.”

Realization: My boy is growing up and things don’t change much at all.

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