This afternoon, I visited a friend I hadn't seen in a while. We were chatting about diet and exercise and she mentioned that she had quit drinking coffee two days ago.
Really? Why?"
"Oh, it was giving me nightmares."
"Nightmares?"
"yeah, wierd dreams. In fact, I can't even tell my husband about them or he'll think...oh, I don't know."
"What, were they dreams about your kids?" I assumed she was having nightmares about her kids being in accidents or getting lost or sick.
"No, I've been having dreams that I'm dating these really good looking men. Handsome men with piercing blue eyes."
I listened as she described her last dream.
"Hmmm," I said when she finished, "I see. Listen, since you're not drinking it anymore, mind if I take that coffee off your hands?"
On Saturday, I went to the HEB to pick up a couple of things and stopped for a vendor sample of Merlot. There was a sign on the front of her table that read: “Parents must be present for sample.” I walked up and said, “I’d like to try a sample, but my parents aren’t here with me.”
The vendor-lady became flustered and replied, “Do you have a driver’s license?”
“You’re joking, right? I was joking. I mean, I’m old enough to have children of legal age.”
“Well, I wasn’t worried about it when you first walked up, but now that you got me thinking, I really can’t tell how old you are, so, you know, just to be safe.”
I really couldn’t believe I was being carded at a vendor booth for a tablespoon of Merlot, but I handed over my I.D. and thanked her for making my day by buying 2 bottles.
I got home and relayed the story to my quick-witted other half, “Hey, Chuck, I got carded at the HEB at a wine-tasting table.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, the vendor said she couldn’t tell how old I was without...,”
Yesterday Chuck and I took the boys to Amy's Ice Cream for a treat. They had been so polite and well mannered at breakfast, without having to be reminded. They also sat quietly and attentively through service at a church we visited. We simply could not have asked for more well behaved kids. They deserved some positive reinforcement!
Last night Chuck and the boys were visiting with friends and sharing some pizza.
Chuck and Cliff were discussing the surface area of vaious sizes of pizza and applying all kinds of combinations of "pi-r-squared" (forgive me, I don't know how to type it properly) to determine how many 10-inch pizzas would equal the same area as some number of 14-inch pizzas.
The whole time, Alex and Chris were munching their pies, patiently listening. Finally Chris turned to Alex, "Boy, I didn't know grown-ups could talk so much."
Alex replied, "Yeah, I thought it was just the moms."
I don't know why, but lately I just haven't been able to get the word 'mukluk' out of my head. That's right, mukluk - you know, those Eskimo boots?
Whenever the ol' noodle keeps replaying the same thought, like a broken record or an infinite brain loop, I know there's a story screaming to be told or...song lyrics crying to be re-written!
Here's my rendition of "Mele Kalikimaka" by Bing Crosby:
Mommy, I'd Like New Mukluks "Mommy, I'd like new mukluks!" is the thing they say on a cold Inuit holiday.
“Chimo” is the arctic greeting that we send to you, from the land where seals are prey!
Here we know that Christmas will be miles of white, the stars shine 24 hours ‘cause it's always night!
"Mommy I'd like new mukluks!" It’s the wise way to spend a Christmas dollar, or two!
I don't know why, but lately I just haven't been able to get the word 'mukluk' out of my head. That's right, mukluk - you know, those Eskimo boots?
Whenever the ol' noodle keeps replaying the same thought, like a broken record or an infinite brain loop, I know there's a story screaming to be told or...song lyrics crying to be re-written!
Here's my rendition of "Mele Kalikimaka" by Bing Crosby:
Mommy, I'd Like New Mukluks "Mommy, I'd like new mukluks!" is the thing they say on a cold Inuit holiday.
“Chimo” is the arctic greeting that we send to you, from the land where seals are prey!
Here we know that Christmas will be miles of white, the stars shine 24 hours ‘cause it's always night!
"Mommy I'd like new mukluks!" It’s the wise way to spend a Christmas dollar, or two!
And, on that note - Mele Kalikimukluk, to You!
Peace, Cindy.
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