The setting: Saturday, Target toy department
The time: hours before a six-year-old girl's birthday party
Text I sent to E: "What kind of stuff is M into?"
(meanwhile...)
Call I get from Lovey: "Hey, while you're out, will you pick up a gift for M?"
Me: "Yes, I've already texted E"
Lovey: "M likes Dora the Explorer'
Text comes in from E: "hannah montana"
Hmmmmm.
(after looking at dozens of Hannah Montana items)
Text from me to E: "dress up stuff, doll stuff, stuff that makes lots of noise?"
Text from E: "(Lovey) know what to get"
Dial, dial dial from me: "Yeah, Lovey said Dora".
Moral: Never trust a man with second-hand gift information for a girl!
A nice lady (who turned out to be a teacher) guided me through the confusion of the toy department and showed me the Neopets (had never heard of them) that luckily turned out to be the right gift. Just couldn't bring myself to add to the monetary juggernaut which is Hannah.
Wow! Who knew how difficult it would be to pick something in a toy department? Barbie would be so ashamed of me.
9.21.2008
Musings on a Simply Gaw-Juss Fall Afternoon
I am here.
The sky is blue, the clouds are white and fluffy and there is a pleasant breeze.
ANOTHER! TIGER! FIRST! DOWN! WOO! This is being yelled by the older, round couple in front of us everytime there is another. tiger. first. down. Of which there are many. At least they aren't making out like last week.
The little guy at the luxury boxes kinda looks like Turtle from Entourage.
"Real Women Love Football, Those That Don't Can Stay in the Kitchen" - seen on a tee shirt
28 points wins you a free $.79 taco when you show a $35 ticket stub. Huh? That's fair.
Does it get any cuter than Tyler Grisham? Little #13.
Love the hair.
How do you get to be a ref anyway? Is there some sort of community college class? Is there an age requirement?
People, God made babysitters and grandmas for a reason. Leave your newborns at home with them. We will see how cute they are in their little cheerleader and tiger costumes when they are 4.
Is it weird that I want SC State to score?
Note to self: buy mini-recorder Daddy keeps looking at me strangely every time I write something down.
The 101 to' up the Valley. The "Intermission Magicians". The true highlight of the game. Rally Cats don't embarrass yourselves...you cannot compete with a dance line that looks like and moves like it came out of a hip-hop video.
So everyone has these fake zebra Dooneys with orange handles. Feels like I should want one too, but why would I when everyone else has one?
For heavens sake, State, SCORE!
Kind of disconcerting to think that I'm old enough to be some - er, most - OK all of the kids on the sidelines's mom.
Sweet Jeebs! Can we keep the ball on the ground and run out the clock? "This is the game that never ends....." Even the announcer said "our final score" at the end of the 3rd quarter.
54-0 Kind of makes me sad...
The sky is blue, the clouds are white and fluffy and there is a pleasant breeze.
ANOTHER! TIGER! FIRST! DOWN! WOO! This is being yelled by the older, round couple in front of us everytime there is another. tiger. first. down. Of which there are many. At least they aren't making out like last week.
The little guy at the luxury boxes kinda looks like Turtle from Entourage.
"Real Women Love Football, Those That Don't Can Stay in the Kitchen" - seen on a tee shirt
28 points wins you a free $.79 taco when you show a $35 ticket stub. Huh? That's fair.
Does it get any cuter than Tyler Grisham? Little #13.
Love the hair.
How do you get to be a ref anyway? Is there some sort of community college class? Is there an age requirement?
People, God made babysitters and grandmas for a reason. Leave your newborns at home with them. We will see how cute they are in their little cheerleader and tiger costumes when they are 4.
Is it weird that I want SC State to score?
Note to self: buy mini-recorder Daddy keeps looking at me strangely every time I write something down.
The 101 to' up the Valley. The "Intermission Magicians". The true highlight of the game. Rally Cats don't embarrass yourselves...you cannot compete with a dance line that looks like and moves like it came out of a hip-hop video.
So everyone has these fake zebra Dooneys with orange handles. Feels like I should want one too, but why would I when everyone else has one?
For heavens sake, State, SCORE!
Kind of disconcerting to think that I'm old enough to be some - er, most - OK all of the kids on the sidelines's mom.
Sweet Jeebs! Can we keep the ball on the ground and run out the clock? "This is the game that never ends....." Even the announcer said "our final score" at the end of the 3rd quarter.
54-0 Kind of makes me sad...
9.12.2008
9.10.2008
Weird How Things Happen Sometimes...
Today I had to go to Columbia for another one of Biggby's Big Old Waste of Times's (translations: boss's meeting about budget that didn't require me driving an hour and a half for NOTHING). After we finished up at NOON (didn't get there until 10 - like I said - Waste of Time), I decided to stop by my old office to see my friend Sandra.
A little background: I've know Sandra since the mid-90s. She is from Menden, "Weesiana" complete with the sweet little Southern accent that makes any negative thing - including 'Eff You' sound like poetry. Sandra is my friend who called the FNP when I was crying all day for no good reason and helped me to find out I was allergic to my birth control pills at the time (and not crazy, as I was sure I was). She is a CRAZY DRIVER that will make you dig your fingernails into armrests until you come to a complete stop. Speaking of fingernails, she would always keep a tube of crazy glue in her purse to reposition one of her Press-on nails when it came off. At least one nail was always needing re-attachment.
So today I stopped in to see her...when I asked for her, her boss told me she wouldn't be back until October - and I knew something was wrong. Her boss says, "you know her son died, right?" And I had no idea. About 5 years ago, Sandra's son Kenny had a kidney replacement at MUSC in Charleston. I let her stay in a vacant apartment downstairs from me during the operation and post-op. When I talked to her last, Kenny was going to have further procedures done due to the transplant. I told her I would be highly upset if she didn't call me because she and her family always had a place to stay, with us.
In July, her son was killed in a car accident. After a whole life of kidney disease, dialysis and a successful transplant, Kenny lost his life in a car accident that may or may not have been caused by his condition. My heart breaks for her.
Marie, her boss, went on to tell me that Sandra recently found a lump in her neck that turned out to be malignant. She undergoes surgery next week. Second punch....
I'm not sure why I was so determined to stop by her office today to see her, but I'm glad I did. I don't know that I'd ever know what she was going through if I hadn't.
I've lived here in the Lowcountry for 8 years now. Doesn't seem that long. I've slowly lost regular touch with some of my best friends in Columbia. Strange how time does that.... Things like this really makes you think how crazy it is that you lost touch in the first place. My thoughts and prayers are with you and your family, Sandra. Happy Hour is on me at Baileys when you are feeling up to it again. Love you...
A little background: I've know Sandra since the mid-90s. She is from Menden, "Weesiana" complete with the sweet little Southern accent that makes any negative thing - including 'Eff You' sound like poetry. Sandra is my friend who called the FNP when I was crying all day for no good reason and helped me to find out I was allergic to my birth control pills at the time (and not crazy, as I was sure I was). She is a CRAZY DRIVER that will make you dig your fingernails into armrests until you come to a complete stop. Speaking of fingernails, she would always keep a tube of crazy glue in her purse to reposition one of her Press-on nails when it came off. At least one nail was always needing re-attachment.
So today I stopped in to see her...when I asked for her, her boss told me she wouldn't be back until October - and I knew something was wrong. Her boss says, "you know her son died, right?" And I had no idea. About 5 years ago, Sandra's son Kenny had a kidney replacement at MUSC in Charleston. I let her stay in a vacant apartment downstairs from me during the operation and post-op. When I talked to her last, Kenny was going to have further procedures done due to the transplant. I told her I would be highly upset if she didn't call me because she and her family always had a place to stay, with us.
In July, her son was killed in a car accident. After a whole life of kidney disease, dialysis and a successful transplant, Kenny lost his life in a car accident that may or may not have been caused by his condition. My heart breaks for her.
Marie, her boss, went on to tell me that Sandra recently found a lump in her neck that turned out to be malignant. She undergoes surgery next week. Second punch....
I'm not sure why I was so determined to stop by her office today to see her, but I'm glad I did. I don't know that I'd ever know what she was going through if I hadn't.
I've lived here in the Lowcountry for 8 years now. Doesn't seem that long. I've slowly lost regular touch with some of my best friends in Columbia. Strange how time does that.... Things like this really makes you think how crazy it is that you lost touch in the first place. My thoughts and prayers are with you and your family, Sandra. Happy Hour is on me at Baileys when you are feeling up to it again. Love you...
9.01.2008
Wha Hoppened?
At least Lovey got his wish: I hate Alabama now, especially their coach, Nick Satan. But then again, I hate how pitifully my team performed as well. I realize it was the first game of the season, but really? Seriously? Goodbye, #9. Football season over anything is what makes me Worst Case Scenario Girl. I'd rather be ranked low and move up (to the surprise and delight of eveyone) than be ranked high and crash and burn.
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