On Becoming My Mother

It's been happening for a long time, becoming my mother that is.  It started for me at a very early age.  For example, we both know how to rock an outfit, especially if dresses and skirts are involved.

And we both know how sit in a car in a lady-like fashion (I call shotgun!)

Recently, however, the fact that I'm becoming my mother has hit an all time high (or low?).  You guessed it, I'm finding Kleenex in all of my sweater pockets.  This has been both a pleasant surprise and an annoyance so I'm looking for my sweet mom to offer any suggestions she might have up her sleeve (which is where I anticipate finding Kleenex within the next 2-3 years if not sooner).

The pleasant surprise happened yesterday.  I was serving on my last day of jury duty in what was an unforgettable, life-changing experience for me and my 5 fellow jurors.  It was a lose-lose situation for the defendant and the State.  We all teared up in the deliberation room at the conclusion of the trial - even the men.  I was so glad to be able to reach into my sweater pocket and find a tissue waiting for me.

The annoyance part came about a week ago when I forgot to empty out the contents of my pockets before doing the laundry.  I ended up with a couple of crispy one dollar bills and a dryer full of shredded tissue covering my clothes.

Oh well, I'd be happy to become even half of my beautiful mother.  I can live with the annoyances.

SIDE NOTE:  If any of you are voting in the DeKalb County elections this November, please consider voting for incumbent Alvin T. Wong.  He was unbelievable and amazing during my jury service.  Not only did he take care of us jurors like we were his very own children, but he made it a point to remember all of our names - first and last...not just the 6 of us that were selected for the trial but all 24 people who were on the original panel.  I don't know how he did it.  And, he gets bonus points for telling Kid Rock that community service following a Waffle House fight did not include his normal volunteer singing engagements!

Mosquito Protection Plan Almost Complete

We're off to the pool!  By this time next week the porch might be done!  Yeah!!!

Who Needs Rosetta Stone. Eat More Chinese.

Who Needs Rosetta Stone. Eat More Chinese

I Crave It!

Devil's Lunch

I don’t know why I found it odd to crack open a fortune cookie the other night only to find my future written in Spanish. I mean really, shouldn’t I find it odd to open a fortune cookie and find my future written in English? I went ahead and opened all of the cookies just to see what my Spanish fates were.

I now know how to say be all that you can be in Spanish – sea todo que usted puede ser. I can only guess that the Army had something to do with this – some subliminal plan to recruit Spanish-speaking fighters - but I can’t prove it. Just like the guy on the MARTA train last week who couldn’t prove to a fellow passenger that the U. S. Military had something to do with AIDS. He said he was “working on it”. Hopefully he’ll be on my train again soon with an answer. I hate it when I eavesdrop on a conversation but then don’t get to hear the whole story.

I also now know how to say the universe is the limit – el universe es el limite. This, I’m confident is a Walt Disney conspiracy. It’s way too similar to Buzz Lightyear’s famous Toy Story quote – To infinity and beyond! Wait, was that Pixar or Disney? Are they the same?  Either way, it’s a conspiracy.

The other photos are just random pictures I’ve been holding on the iPhone until I found a good place to blog about them. I guess this is as good as any.

The lower left pic is one of my favorites. The cafeteria at work must save these culinary classics signs because I’ve been certain, on several occasions, that I’ve missed my opportunity to snap a photo of this gastronomic goodie – Craved Corn Beef. It must be good if it’s craved – enough said.

And the receipt on the lower right came with the following comment from Ms. Betty, my favorite cafeteria cashier, as she weighed my salad ("vegetable 1"): "Honey, I’d have added another olive to that bowl." She laughed when I told her that instead I would go play three sixes in the Cash 3 lottery. I never did but always meant to check to see if I would have won.

Happy Labor Day everyone!