As a kid, my mom threw me into every play, stage performance, and musical (never mind I had a voice of Charlie Brown's teacher and I couldn't, like, actually sing). She figured putting her kid in front of people forced me to develop confidence and remain composed under pressure…I'm sure she read that in some parenting magazine at the dentist's office. Except the opposite happened. Where other kids pranced on the stage and fought for the leads, I remained in the chorus. Always. Okay, once I was casted as the bearded inn keeper for the Christmas play, but I didn't have any lines.
All these years later, I'm thankful I was thrusted onto a stage for memory's sake, but confidence and composure? Still working on that.
Case in point: we rented a house in Seattle and it came with about 274 trash cans for various materials and recyclables. In California, we have two: trash and recyclables. We did the best we could, but when we put the garbage cans on the street for the Monday morning pick up, we saw our neighbor organizing our trash. Should I repeat that last part?! WHO ORGANIZES TRASH?! Later that day she stopped us as we got into our car and explained how we should be dividing our trash and (wait for it…wait for it…) wash our to-go containers before throwing them away.
JD noticed I'd become a puddle of humiliation so he scooped me up and poured me into the car. This made me think had my mother forced me into one more play, I might have smiled and kick-ball-changed my way to some witty answer, ending with jazz hands. And tap routine.
This leads me to another Friday Randomness…
Ladies…you better start practicing your backflips…
And if you can't do a backflip, just hope the guy has THIS kind of wingman…
Annnnd if you find yourself on a date, make sure he has this planned for the evening…
My friend Ginger posted this on Facebook and I love flow charts I can actually understand!
A blog reader, Nicole, sent the Dog-Shaming.com website my way and I couldn't stop laughing…
This? This might be the only thing that makes me excited to get into the kitchen and cook…although I'd conversely name it the CHEDDAR SHREDDER.
Happy Friday!
