I was having a crummy day today. I had encountered a person, who chooses to make my life difficult on a regular basis. I was not in the best mood. I called my daughter to check on her cleaning progress at home. Being the first day of summer vacation without a job, I had given her a list of cleaning chores to accomplish before I got home around 5 pm. While I was chatting with her, I pulled up to a light...right behind the ICE CREAM MAN! I got so excited that I kinda forgot I was supposed to be driving back to my office. When the light turned green, the Ice Cream Man turned left. Luckily, that was the same way I was going. At the first right turn, the Ice Cream Man turned right. You guessed it...I did, too! He immediately turned left into a strip mall where I followed him into the parking lot. The whole time I was 'stalking' the Ice Cream Man, I was talking to my daughter about getting an ice cream cone. Of course, she was encouraging (read: goading) me to get my ice cream.
What is it about the Ice Cream Truck that makes it so special and magical? Why do we, as adults, get so worked up, excited and childlike in temperment when we hear that all too-familiar music blared from the loudspeakers? It reminds me of that Eddie Murphy riff in "Raw" where he taunts that other kids with, "Ice cream, I gotta an ice cream and you don't got none!" There is something so elitist about having enough cash on hand to buy a glorious, dripping cold dairy product on a stick. The store-bought tub just won't do!
So, after the Ice Cream Man stopped his wonderous Ice Cream Truck, I jumped out of my car and waved my wallet at him. He was staring out of his side mirror at me as if he couldn't believe a grown woman was chasing him for an cone. I said, "Yes, I was following you for an ice cream." Oddly, as if this were a common, everyday occurence, he just looked at me and said, "Menu's on the other side." I scurried along to the other side of his magic wagon to find my treat. Then it occurred to me that I couldn't go back to the office without enough for everyone. I could hear my mama's voice in the back of my head, "It's rude to eat in front of everyone if you don't have enough to share." And, I could picture my daughter getting out of sorts because I didn't buy her one. And then, my son would've lost it because his sister got one and he didn't. In the end, I bought $18 dollars worth of ice cream. Crazy, I know, but I had to be fair - in my looney mind.
You would think that this crazy tale ends here, but you'd be wrong. The funniest part of all this is that when I turned around to leave, there were three more adults in line behind me!
ICE CREAM MAN IS HERE!
5.25.2010
5.23.2010
Sneaky Pete
As I was listening to the Rotary speaker expound on the merits of planned giving yesterday, I received a couple of phone calls from my kids. I was in the Missouri, learning more about the intricacies of Rotary leadership. Meanwhile, the kids were having a showdown.
During the next break, I phoned home. Turns out, my son Chris had taken his sister's bookcase. In the middle of the night! I delayed the craziness of the telephonic melee until I got home because I really couldn't believe that he had done that. Not to mention, I still had a few more hours of symposium to go through.
Background Information: The bookcase is 4.5 feet tall, has no back to it and has spindles for supports on the sides. It had a full set of encyclopedias on it, as well as other books and tchotchkes. Tasha had just put it in her closet to make room for a nightstand a few days before. No, I don't understand the logic of a bookcase in the closet, if there was any behind it. Talk about being a closet reader!
So, when I got home, I pulled Chris aside and asked him to tell me the story of the bookcase. Turns out he had woken up at 2:30 am with the full intent of stealing her bookcase from her closet so that he would have a bookcase to put his books on in his room. He never completely explained the exact tactical manuvers he employed to stealthily remove all of the bookcase's contents, move the piece of furniture through a glorified disaster area, and set it up in his room - all without waking the two most lightest sleepers in the house.
I think I'm gonna lock my bedroom door at night to keep him out of my closet!
CUE THE CIRCUS MUSIC....
During the next break, I phoned home. Turns out, my son Chris had taken his sister's bookcase. In the middle of the night! I delayed the craziness of the telephonic melee until I got home because I really couldn't believe that he had done that. Not to mention, I still had a few more hours of symposium to go through.
Background Information: The bookcase is 4.5 feet tall, has no back to it and has spindles for supports on the sides. It had a full set of encyclopedias on it, as well as other books and tchotchkes. Tasha had just put it in her closet to make room for a nightstand a few days before. No, I don't understand the logic of a bookcase in the closet, if there was any behind it. Talk about being a closet reader!
So, when I got home, I pulled Chris aside and asked him to tell me the story of the bookcase. Turns out he had woken up at 2:30 am with the full intent of stealing her bookcase from her closet so that he would have a bookcase to put his books on in his room. He never completely explained the exact tactical manuvers he employed to stealthily remove all of the bookcase's contents, move the piece of furniture through a glorified disaster area, and set it up in his room - all without waking the two most lightest sleepers in the house.
I think I'm gonna lock my bedroom door at night to keep him out of my closet!
CUE THE CIRCUS MUSIC....
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