I Bet You Think This Song is About You

I had to go renew my drivers license last week. They said I could renew it by mail, but I because of our vacation, I didn't get it in the mail soon enough so I had to drag myself to the Secretary of State and do it the old fashioned way.

I was expecting them to give me the renewal sticker to put on the back, so when I had paid the fee and signed the form, I was surprised when she told me to step down to the end and get my photo taken.

What!? I would rather take another driving test. The picture on my existing license isn't that great, but this was at 6:30 on a Wednesday when I had up since 5am and working since 7am. Plus I'm pretty sure I didn't wash my hair that morning.

So I'm telling myself, "How bad can it be? No one's drivers license picture is that great and I'm not one of those crazy women who goes to get her hair and makeup done for a stupid drivers license picture."

I got it in the mail this week and it is by far one of the worst pictures ever taken of me. The only color is from my dark hair. I was wearing a winter white coat and most of my make-up was worn off. It's really bad and while I usually don't care what my license photo looks like, I am seriously considering going to have it re-done. I look like a puffy albino in a dark wig.

So tell me this, will you think less of me if I actually go have it re-taken?

Customer Service Overload

Okay, so I know in the past I have complained about the lack of customer service in restaurants and stores, but today I had the worst shopping experience of my life because of a sales person who was trying too hard to be helpful.

I stopped by the Black and White store on my way home from work tonight in the hopes that I might find something nice to wear to a show we are going to at the DSO on Saturday night. All I was looking for was maybe a dressy pair of black pants and a nice top. Or one or the other.

The minute I walked in the door, the sales associate (one of four in the store) was on me in a flash and the minute I picked up a pair of pants to try on and she knew what size I was, went crazy. Y'all, by the time I got to the fitting room, there were, I'm not kidding, 7 pairs of pants, 6 sweaters, two camisoles, four blouses, two jackets and a skirt in that tiny room. Not to mention I told her that I don't wear skirts or pants that zip up the side (there were three pairs of those.)

Okay, I wasn't really up for a Pretty Woman'esqe try on session, but I figured I'd give it a go. But let me mention that I am feeling a little "puffy" right now being that I haven't seemed to be able to get my appetite back to normal human proportions since our vacation. So I expected things might be a little snug, but as soon as I started trying on the pants I remembered why I don't own any pants from the Black and White store. They just don't fit me right. So the more I tried on, the hotter I get, my cell phone has wrung 3 times and every 2 minutes a sales associate was knocking on the door asking me if I need anything.

On top of that, a couple of the tops required me to remove my bra. So I'm standing there in a pair of pants with a muffin top hanging over, bare chested and the sales associate barges into the room to give me a pair of heels so I can see how they look with the pants.

I was getting really irritable. Coupled with the fact that I'm getting psycho about not having anything to wear Saturday night, I had a minor meltdown in the dressing room, put my clothes back on and ran for the hills.

It was just too much. Do you think I'm just being a cranky old lady?

I'll get back to the stuff I'm thankful for tomorrow!

Time to Give Thanks

It's that time of year again. The widely forgotten holiday of Thanksgiving. If you go to the store all you will see is Christmas, Christmas, Christmas. But let's not forget Turkey Day and what it represents.

What are you thankful for this season. I'm going to try to focus on all my blessings this month. Here are a few things I am thankful for:

A job that pays the bills
A loving family who thinks I'm wonderful (I think!)
The right to VOTE
Music
Fall Colors
Sweet Potato Casserole
My Pets
The Internet
Banana Republic
Stuffed Animals
Smoke Detectors
Zoup
Coffee

Okay, we're back. But I'm not feeling totally back. We got home late last Wednesday night and right back to work Thursday morning. Friday was Halloween. We also kept the kids for the weekend so I'm still trying to climb out from beneath the pile of laundry. BUT, we had a wonderful time on our trip. I felt the most relaxed that I have probably since our honeymoon. It was a much needed time for us. As soon as I get the pictures off the camera I will post some.

Now when is my next vacation?! :)

Finally

See that palm tree to the left of this post? That is where I'm going to be for 8, yes 8, luxurious and relaxing days with my husband.

We leave Tuesday.

Red Lettuce Onions

Last week I brought home Subway for dinner. Trying to save money and encourage Rebecca to healthier than her usual turkey with lettuce and mayo, I got a sub for us to share. That means it had pretty much all the veggies that Subway offers. She picked the banana peppers off hers, but left the rest.

Well, at one point she pulled a red onion off the sub and asked me if it was, in fact, an onion. Knowing if I confirmed the presence of said onion on her sandwich, all eating would stop while she tried to locate every onion and remove it. So I did what anyone would do.

I lied and told her the onion was a piece of lettuce. And she ate the rest of her portion without incident.

Fast forward to earlier this afternoon when I took her to Subway for a quick lunch before I dropped her off at a cake and ice cream birthday party. This time I knew there was no way I would be getting the onions because she was standing there while I told the sandwich artist what to put on the sub. So I skipped the onions and forgot about it.

A few minutes later after she is a couple of bites into her sub, she looks at me and says, "You forgot to ask for the red lettuce."

Pulling a "Mandy"

It's a good thing I don't take myself too seriously because yesterday I was scurrying across the office in a big fat hurry to get to a meeting and I came around the corner, caught the heel of my shoe in the cuff of my pants and fell right on my a$$. Knocked myself right out of shoes right in front of our District Manager and a couple of colleagues (all men). They just laughed at me and I laughed at myself. There's a reason my name isn't Grace. It's been a long time since I had such an embarrassing incident, but hey, it's good to be humbled once in a while, right?

Mandy(you have to call her Miranda) knows why I called this "Pulling a Mandy" But I'll leave it up to her if she wants to share that ;)