So our Quizzo team came in 2nd place Monday night. That is the highest we've ever scored, and we won $20 in gift certificates. Go us. Though Jane and I have decided we should call it Quizz-O 210 (like 90210 only more Ashevillian) because of the drama that seems to occur with the group of regulars we have. And unfortunately by drama I mean it is usually concerning me. Crap.
Yet another thing I learned from the party on Saturday: “Loose lips sink ships” and if that's true there's an admiral out there who is pissed off at me for sinking his entire fleet. I have no filter about myself. Not good. So if I told you something on Saturday that sounds like it may be one of my own personal secrets, zip it friend. Thanks. Yup, never running for public office or joining the FBI. Whew.
Another song to never play at a wedding: “Nasty” by Janet Jackson
The other night I had a dream in which Ronald McDonald was sitting on top of a refrigerator in a tiny basement apartment playing the pan flute while I sang “Forever in Blue Jeans” by Neil Diamond. I can assure you I was neither on drugs or drunk when I had this dream. Something may be seriously wrong with my subconscious.
Yesterday my mom excitedly called me to tell me she had big news about two of my friends getting engaged. I told her I knew, that I'd actually helped with some of the planning of the proposal; that they'd called me the next morning. She seemed very disappointed that she couldn't provide gossip about my own friends, both of whom she doesn't actually know. Well done Mom, well done.
So all five of the kids are going to be together right before Christmas. This hasn't happened since 2001 and has only ever happened twice. For good reason. I'm bringing the following: (A) a helmet. (B) flask. (C) iPod. (D) camera. And not only will there be the five of us, but one in-law, four small children and my mother. Wow. Callin' Maury Povich, see if he makes house calls.
It's official: I am finally working at J.Crew. Only took a month and a half. Literally. You'd think I was trying to go be professor or a secret agent, but no, just a retail lackey at a clearance store. Start on Thursday.
“The glorious message of Scripture is that we do not have to be perfect for our Maker to love us. All through the great stories, heavenly love is lavished on visibly imperfect people. Scripture asks us to look at Jacob as he really is, to look at ourselves as we really are, and then realize that this is who God loves.” --Madeline L'Engle. I posted this one when she died back in October, but I find it so applicable to my present. There are days when my imperfections and missteps are more glaring and those days have been frequent as of late. It's good to be reminded that even as I am at those moments, I am loved.
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