That Didn’t Last Long. . .

The sweet, cool breeze that I enjoyed last night lasted about as long as most of my first dates in the past year. It is now sticky, hot and any desire I had to get some stuff done today melted as fast as an ice cream cone in this weather.

Work was decent, one of those days where I don’t really see the to do list going down until it hits 3:30 and all of the sudden I am marking things off, right and left. Of course, some of it might be contributed to the late day run to Starbucks for a $2 iced mocha. . .

I also have a dozen things that need to get done for my former office’s charity event and have yet to see any of those items get marked off, which makes me terribly nervous. It was one thing when I was running around with no head organizing the event in Nashville. Now? Let’s just say that I might be booking a padded room shortly before the event happens. I am terribly nervous about it, we are in a new venue (third year in a row) and while I have most things designed and just have to change up the color. . .well, it all seems a little much right now. But the good news is I know it will all get done, it is just a matter of buckling down and focusing on my work here and there.

This evening was a detour of all sorts when it comes to my routine. I went to meet my parents for dinner and celebrate Dad’s birthday. Grumpy doesn’t like people to know but hey, I have editing rights here, so HA! I think he liked his gift from Starbucks, you never know with him. Of course, he would prefer something to do with his reloading hobby but have you checked out the prices for that stuff? Maybe Christmas daddy. . .

One of my favorite recent memories with dad has to do with a certain football game. The man loves football, clearly I am his daughter. When I was in Nashville, I used to get the hookup from time to time in terms of suite tickets for Titans games. So, I being a daddy’s girl, begged, pleaded and whined, I think, to my boss so I could get three tickets instead of two so he and a buddy could come up to the game.

He was worried about the parking and the walk to the stadium. Not a problem, got a parking pass right here. . . we literally parked in front of our entrance. Stairs up, puleeze, we take the elevator up. Then the look on his face as he enters the suite. . .priceless. I believe his words to mom’s voicemail had to do with heaven. . .So dad got to eat to his heart’s content, sit on the front row of the suite and potty in private without the masses for his very first NFL game. To me it is old hat, I got spoiled. . .

The next year, he and mom come. Now, let me just say that my mom is not a sports fan, so these perks are lost on her. But dad and I just sit there, grinning, watching the game. I may still have some pull this year (God willing) and if that is the case, well. . . daddy, you will get to go to another game.

Of course, I offered him tickets last year but they were club level. . .apparently dad’s two visits to the suite has made him realize that club level is so beneath him. Great, I created a monster. . .

So Happy Birthday Grumpy and you just might get another present next month. . .


What you see is what you get; I am a Nashville girl who is single, again. I use the blog to get my inner, tortured, wanna be writer angst out. One day I just may write a book. I have been stumbling through life for 43 years now, I love to cook, read and figure out more embarrassing ways I can either harm myself (thank you hula hoop of 2010 and the case of the thrown back) or just prove how inept I am at household chores and dieting. The people you read about on here are real but most have had their names changed to protect the innocent and not so innocent. And I really should make a list of them so I can remember! Enjoy, read, mock, laugh and comment, it really isn't difficult. Plus, I would prefer reading comments from real people as opposed to the weird spam comments I keep getting. Plus, I will always find the hardest path to follow and take that one, why would anyone want to take the easy way?!

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