Ok, so maybe college libraries are overrated. I spent a large part of my college studying time at one of the two busiest Waffle Houses in the country. One on either side of the I-26 in Clinton, SC. But let’s be honest, there was not a lot of studying going on there. I mean who can study in a place with that many interesting (and often disturbing at that time at night) people to look at- constantly. And I’m not just talking about the customers people. Once the library closed, if we knew it would be a long night, we’d pack it up and head on over to WaHo for a little patty melt and hash browns. Or for those nights when I was “pretending” to eat “healthy”, I would order a salad. (I don’t think I need to tell you how not healthy that was.) We would sit there for about two hours trying to memorize as much information as we could before heading back to the dorms to crash. Why am I thinking about all of this now, you ask? This morning, I was back at a WaHo with my two youngest kids and my little ole’ mind just started wandering back down that path. One thing that I have found at the “Great House” is that the people who work there (missing teeth and all) are genuinely the nicest people you will ever come across. And, furthermore, I would go as far as saying that you get some of the best customer service there than you could get anywhere else. Now, granted the amount of space between my waitresses teeth today was enough for me to do a double take, and one of the other waitresses was sporting a face paint job she got at the fair last Tuesday- BUT, they were kind to me and my kids. They were happy, all of them. Now, I am sure they all have their moments, but I would guess what I witnessed today was pretty much the norm. A good friend and mentor once told my husband and I that you should always tip big at Waffle House, because they need it the most- but they deserve it the most too. Three Cheers for Waffle House!
So, here I sit at 7:10 on a cool fall night at Baby Girl 1’s birthday party. So far, it seems to be a hit. We are having a little pizza and a movie…Diary of a Wimpy Kid….this is a pretty funny movie. Sweet girls and sweet treats!
I have a great deal of admiration for people who can really articulate what is on their mind. Me, not really one of those- well, except for here. I tend to stumble on my words and end up saying some of the DUMBEST things EVER!! Do you know how many times I am trying to talk to my kids about something somewhat important that I end up thinking- did those words actually just come out of my mouth? And let’s just say alcohol does not help my disorder AT ALL! I stumble, fall, and then FORGET what dumb things I have said. I think things would go a lot more smoothly if I could just sit down and type out my thoughts before I say them—-really taking the whole “think before you speak” to a new level. I can either email my commentary or just text it to whomever it concerns? It’s amazing that I managed to teach classrooms full of kids!
No, nothing has happened recently to spur on this train of thought…just thinking about it and trying really hard to take my time and think, before I speak.
I love to drown my thoughts in the music I listen to. I can apply any given emotion to whatever song is coming through my ipod when I’m out running/walking- which seems to be the one time I am really quiet. This morning, in the mist of last night’s rain, I took off on what would only end up being a 20 minute jog around the neighborhood (but hey, it was better than staying in bed- am I right?). My recent artist of choice (because I get stuck on one and play them to death) is Christine Cane. She is actually an artist I came across a few years ago while training for a hike in Yosemite National Park. I haven’t really listened to her in a while, but was drawn back to her a few weeks ago after someone I have a great admiration for said she was actually a friend and mentor. Interested in this, I went back to visit Christine. Her music is really calming and thought provoking- just my kind of music.
Check her out.
At approximately 2 o’clock the lady from Boykin Rescue Society will be coming for the “home visit” portion of the adoption process. Wish me luck…yep, ME! LOML is out of town, so it’s just me, the kids, and our pet frogs (that are hanging on by a thread) to prove to this chick that we are Boykin worthy. On a sad note, Ladybug is under pending adoption-tear. You can go to their website to see pics of the dogs available.
On a funnier note, Baby Boy has started calling me by my given name, Loy. He just spent five minutes walking around the house calling for me.
Family reunions….let’s discuss. I have two that I go to every year-my mom’s and my dad’s families. My favorite (and most humorous) part about both of these events is that we go all year between seeing most of these people, we get there only to socialize with those in our immediate family that we see all of the time and then proceed to sit with said relatives. Really. Last week, we headed out to my dad’s family reunion. When it comes to my Dad’s side, you can’t throw a rock in my town and not hit a relative. We show empty handed because I have an Aunt who loves to cook and was pretty much providing enough for all of us…so I let her:). After LOML and I take turns chasing Baby Boy around for a while, I finally decide to pull rank and grab a roll off the buffet for the little guy to snack on while we wait for someone to bless the spread for the LOVE OF GOD!!! LOML is determined not to be the last in line, so he and the girls start lingering around the stack of plates on the table hoping to jump on that at “Amen”, but something goes wrong and they make their way back to where are immediate family has gathered in the back corner neat the “Exit” sign. FINALLY, the 123rd relative shows up with their fried chicken and congealed salad and we can get this eat fest on it’s way. (You should know that by this time, I have made my way to the stack of plates….I wouldn’t say I was first, but I was definitely a close second.) It was like a war a tell you, there were people coming at the table from all sides…chicken, ham, no…roast beef…it was all just TOO MUCH! At this point no one is talking about anything accept what all they can fit on their plates and will they need a clean plate for round 2. It was crazy I tell you. I got back to the table with a plate for Baby Boy and myself and honest to God, I am not even sure what was on it. I had no plan. I just grabbed what I could and got out of there! LOML was stuck talking severe right wing politics with a cousin and I was doing my very best to get him back in the game, but it was a struggle. This cousin, I kid you not, goes to a church where they sit around and talk about the different political candidates that are running in the next election and discuss their platforms so they can decide who to vote for—-AS THEIR SUNDAY SCHOOL!!! WHAT?? Ok, to each his own. Obviously things get much quieter as people start to eat. My aunt and her son(with his family) are sitting with us- like I said, we don’t stray from our pack. EVER. Since I was first (or second) to get my plate of “real” food, I was first or second to hit the infamous buffet of desserts….ahhhhhhhh!
Then the ring leader gets up with the microphone…go around, introduce your family that’s there, make excuses for the slackers that didn’t come, and tell us all of your news.
“Jimmy and Suzy had a baby, Mary and Jeff are getting married, little Timmy is finally graduating and I’ve had an off and on again bought with gas that should be kicking in here any minute—-“
I promise, you never know what’s coming next.
But, all in all, it’s not a bad time if you think about it. I have had the honor of knowing all of my grandparents and three of my great grandparents. My girls knew them too. A few years back “the other shoe dropped” as my sister and I liked to say. I had it pretty damn good for about 30 years with having all of these people in my life. Unfortunately when they went, it was fast and all around the same time. That really sucked. (Sorry, I know my great grandmothers and one grandmother are looking down not pleased with my choice of wording. The one here wouldn’t approve, but would understand.) So, now that they aren’t all here anymore, I kinda like going to these little get togethers because it let’s me hold on to them a little bit more. They are the constants and the comfortable.