“Describe your most embarrassing moment.”
suggested by Bandpox
Well, that could be a few different things. Once I was at the mall with my mother and we got on the elevator. I was probably about 13 or 14 at the time, just starting to actually look good and not like some awkward girl at the brink of puberty, and there were 2 or 3 guys in the elevator with us. According to my mother they were checking me out, and in an attempt at humor Mom pushes the button to the floor we were heading to, points to the warning plaque on the control panel and says, “Oh, the weight limit in here is 2500lbs, you might need to get out, Crystal.” Completely mortifying. I wasn’t even fat at the time.
The sex talk is pretty embarrassing. No one wants to discuss sex with their parents, especially not at age 10 or 11. Oh, and then there was the time when I was about 16 and was doing laundry with my mother. For whatever reason at the time, my father was at the laundromat with us (probably to pick up or drop off one of us). My mother and I are talking about my boyfriend and dating or something, and she said something along the lines of “all guys just want to get laid.” My father came to where we were talking at that moment and asked what was were chatting about, and Mom said “All guys just want is to get laid, right?” Dad just nodded and said, “Oh, definitely.”
I planned on sleeping late, driving the 30 minutes to work to stretch 90 minutes of doing the order into 3 hours, and then come back home and work on some last minute gifts before going to pick up Eddie. It turned out that the order date has changed because of the holiday and no one knew it, so it will get worked on tomorrow when I go in. I ended up picking up a few extra gifts and some gift bags and came home. With any luck there won’t be much traffic through the store tomorrow and I’ll get to take off early. Eddie will be getting out a little later tomorrow, scoring some extra hours with the last minute shoppers at his store. We get to open one present tomorrow night, a tradition he brought down when we got together, and then the rest of the gifts are for Christmas morning.
We saw my dad while we were out shopping yesterday afternoon. His first remark to me was something along the lines of “again with the tattoos!” when he saw my roses, he hasn’t seen the full chest piece and probably won’t until summertime. We’ll be going over there on Christmas morning to open presents before we go to Mom’s house, something that’s never been done before, which should be interesting to say the least. Then it’s off to Mom’s house to have Christmas dinner over there with the rest of the family.
We had the first snow today, at least up at work anyway. Eddie says there were a few flakes down here, but probably nothing compared to what we had up there.
Only two more days until we host Thanksgiving. We’ve got a big list of things that Eddie needs to pick up tomorrow after work, and he and Mom will be baking and making stuffing. I’m supposed to be working until 7pm tomorrow, but I’m hoping to get out early in exchange for going in on Sunday to do the order.
We’re having about 7 people over, which should be interesting considering that if we take the lawn chairs out of the truck we’ve got only 6 chairs, so someone will need to have dinner in the living room. However, as Eddie has stated, since this is our house we can watch whatever the hell we want, which means no damned parade.
In case I don’t post anything else anytime this week, happy Thanksgiving everyone. We’ll be sure to get some pictures of dinner.
I can home from a grueling night at work to find a little note on my desk that says “I *heart* Crystal McBride lots n lots!! xoxoxo.” It was just what I needed after working with a newbie pharmacist who had to double check everything. Not that double checking things is really bad, but there’s a line between being completely anal and being a productive member of the team. It made what would have been a completely slow and normal Friday night rushed and kept us backed up for the majority of the night. It didn’t help matters any that we had several doctors who prescribed things completely retardedly and one incredibly annoying woman who kept calling to find out if something was called in, filled, could be filled yet, or get directions to another store to pick something up over there. On the plus side, I caught a patient adding refills to a Vicodin prescription, and unlike most doctors who just say “fill it but don’t add the refills”, when we called to verify the refills this doctor said “don’t fill it at all.” Needless to say, the guy who dropped it off insisted that he didn’t change it, but the RPh told him to just pass it on that the next time someone could be facing jail time when they’re caught.
Thankfully Eddie had a lovely 6-pack of Mike’s hard cranberry waiting in the fridge, leaving me one very happy chicky when I got home.
If anyone watches the Tyra Banks Show, my cousin Michael Flynn was on it this morning. Yay for NY Jedi getting some national recognition, even if it was on a talk show with the topic “is geek the new hot?” I guess it’s better than one with the topic “Mom, I’m sleeping with your boyfriend and he’s better than Dad!”
We’re not entirely sure what we’re doing tomorrow while we have the whole day off. We might hit some garage sales, we might hit Thayer Street. We might just sit at home and play WoW and watch TV. I’ve got a couple of crochet things that I’m working on, so whatever we decide, we’ll end up keeping ourselves occupied.
I cleaned a bit today. Both the cat and ferret litter was changed, and I folded all the socks and hung up the clean clothes. Then I did the dishes. Because of this, Eddie promised to take me out on Saturday, and he’s currently searching for things we can do since our original plan of going to King Richard’s Faire would cost us an arm and a leg in entry and gas to get there.
The apartment is getting very homey-feeling. We’ve got real end tables now instead of our fabulously ghetto Rubbermaid totes and cardboard boxes. Eddie hung up some more pictures around the house, and I really wish that we had more wall space. We’re hosting Thanksgiving dinner here this year since Uncle Larry and Aunt Laurie are going to Ohio, so we’re trying to keep things nice in here so that we’ll have a minimal amount of crap to pick up next month. Not that we intend on going without cleaning for a month and a half, but you know what I mean.
I inherited a whole mess of Nanny’s crafts. I’ve got 3 canvas tote bags filled with assorted half finished projects that are who knows how old. There’s a 75% finished knitted vest that is too small for anyone in our family to ever fit into. There’s a couple of blank needlepoint canvasses, and a cross-stitch project that never went further than opening the package. There’s 1 finished cross-stitch project that just needs to be mounted properly, and about 6 packets of different sizes of needles. During the cleaning we also found about 3 sewing kits, the smallest of which I took. There was a photo album that Nanny had made filled with pictures that my grandfather took while he was stationed in the Phillipines during WWII, a framed crocheted hankerchief that my great-great-grandmother made, and several very old books. I also got a beautiful diamond solitaire in a white gold setting, and we don’t know who it belonged to.
