First up, the office move. Our office is condensing to a smaller quadrant of the building and extra floor space is to be rented out. They originally told us that this move would take place on the 24th of this month. Fine. No problem. Then, they decided to change everyone around in "Phases", so my move date was bumped up to the 19th. Again, no biggie. A bit more of a time crunch seeing as how this included emptying a whole friggin' file room (I think I already mentioned how much work THAT is. Bah.) But, hey, done. I can handle it. Not a day later, they send us an e-mail that we will be moved that Monday. As in the 16th. Not cool, people. Not cool. But, here I am settled in my new and smaller cubicle. Yippee.
There are a couple of other really big things going on, but they're not anything I am ready to put out on the net. Maybe later, but not yet. Suffice to say, they've been keeping me awake at night. Frustration and exhaustion. Wonderful.
So, story time? Sure, why not?
Pretty much everyone I know has had an experience from their childhood that will forever be burned in their mind. Me? I have maaaaaany. One such incident, which I canNOT believe I am about to put into words that can be used against me later on, took place in my own yard. I was probably about 7 or so. Young enough that I was wearing jelly shoes. It was summer time and the weather, as always scorching. My mom was working out in the yard and had set up the water sprinkler for me to play in.
After a while, I had to go inside for something or other and when Mom found out that I had traipsed in her clean house, soaking wet and dripping... hmmm, reamed would be a good word for what she did. She issued that ultimatum that every mom uses, "If you go inside ONE MORE TIME, you STAY in!" Therefore, when I needed to go pee a bit later, I decided to find a place outside to relieve the urge, so that I could go right back to my joyful day of sprinkler fun (HaHaHaHa! She said 'sprinkler' in a pee story! HaHaHa!). The place I chose? A tree, naturally. Only, this tree was in the side yard of the house. In other words, VERY VISIBLE TO THE NEIGHBORS. Not that I cared, hell, I just didn't want to get stuck in the house.
Low and behold, Mom came around the corner just as I was letting the juice loose. I'll never forget how that little conversation went.
Mom- " You better not be doing what I think you are doing!"
Me- "What do you think I'm doing?" (Because, you know, surely she couldn't figure out why the shorts were around my ankles or anything.)
Mom- "I am going to BEAT you. Get in the house!"
And now, because I am fresh out of things to write about, a gratuitous shot of Andy scratching a cow.
5 comments:
lol.. my dad use to encourage pee outdoors.. until I was like 12 and he realized I was a fucking girl.. lol.. Love the sprinkler though.. love.it.
OMG I looooooooved jelly shoes, I had many many pairs!
Clearly you are NOT thinking straight. I love it though.
I love how the "sprinkler" thing cracked you up. The "juice loose" is what personally made me laugh. And then you throw in Andy scratching a cow.
I lurve you!
Thanks for that OH SO CLEAR trip down memory lane. I can see your mom now. Why didn't you just jump in the pool? :o) I can't wait for your next story. Tell us more about little Chica. Andy & the cow... hope its not a love story.
I heart gratuitous cow-scratching shots.
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