bits and pieces
Last week at church, I saw a woman who I swear was wearing a shirt that used to be mine. I wracked my brain to figure out where I got rid of it, and how she might have come across it. It was a weird feeling to see someone I don't know in a top that held a lot of memories for me.
Yesterday the kids and I went to buy our Christmas tree. I go to the same place every year; they have what I need and are not too terribly expensive. I remembered driving out there that they don't take checks, and sure enough they had a sign up stating "cash only." I called Steve to see if he could come out later with the truck and some cash, when the nice salesman interrupted to say that he would take my check and strap the tree to my car. He even held Athena while I wrote the check. I wondered, what was it about me that made him think my check would not bounce? I wracked my brain and could not come up with any good reason. Plenty of people with two kids, a ten-year old car, and a cell phone bounce checks. Do cheerful, chubby, 40-something white women not bounce checks? Let me know if you have the answer.
Sam loves to listen to music. He often gets obsessed by a particular song, insisting on listening to it over and over. Yesterday the song was "You Look Good in My Shirt" by Keith Urban. We played it over and over and over, and then he sang it to us, loudly, as we ate our Mexican food at Fiesta.
Athena is getting her 8th tooth. It pains her.
A friend just called to tell me that a drunk driver hit her pregnant sister, sending her into premature labor. The driver was so drunk, she left the scene and drove to a gas station, where she promptly passed out and was easily apprehended. While I have never driven that drunk, I am deeply ashamed of the times I have driven when not completely sober. Sheer luck prevented me from injuring myself or someone else. I am also very uncomfortable with the times I have knowingly allowed someone else to drive intoxicated; even hearing people talk about their drinking causes me to think, "Yikes! Who drove?" It took me a long time, much too long, to really get that once you've had a drink, your judgement is impaired. Which means you can't judge whether you should drive or not. So if you ever wonder why I most often refuse that second drink, now you know.
Be careful out there.
Yesterday the kids and I went to buy our Christmas tree. I go to the same place every year; they have what I need and are not too terribly expensive. I remembered driving out there that they don't take checks, and sure enough they had a sign up stating "cash only." I called Steve to see if he could come out later with the truck and some cash, when the nice salesman interrupted to say that he would take my check and strap the tree to my car. He even held Athena while I wrote the check. I wondered, what was it about me that made him think my check would not bounce? I wracked my brain and could not come up with any good reason. Plenty of people with two kids, a ten-year old car, and a cell phone bounce checks. Do cheerful, chubby, 40-something white women not bounce checks? Let me know if you have the answer.
Sam loves to listen to music. He often gets obsessed by a particular song, insisting on listening to it over and over. Yesterday the song was "You Look Good in My Shirt" by Keith Urban. We played it over and over and over, and then he sang it to us, loudly, as we ate our Mexican food at Fiesta.
Athena is getting her 8th tooth. It pains her.
A friend just called to tell me that a drunk driver hit her pregnant sister, sending her into premature labor. The driver was so drunk, she left the scene and drove to a gas station, where she promptly passed out and was easily apprehended. While I have never driven that drunk, I am deeply ashamed of the times I have driven when not completely sober. Sheer luck prevented me from injuring myself or someone else. I am also very uncomfortable with the times I have knowingly allowed someone else to drive intoxicated; even hearing people talk about their drinking causes me to think, "Yikes! Who drove?" It took me a long time, much too long, to really get that once you've had a drink, your judgement is impaired. Which means you can't judge whether you should drive or not. So if you ever wonder why I most often refuse that second drink, now you know.
Be careful out there.
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