“Oh, the Places Mel goes…..”
A week with some very tough moments, but a weekend with some very needed laughter. I am blessed with good souls that surround and make me smile. Thank you.
so, how about a few Murphy or Mel moments for a needed giggle…
– Driving home from Effingham last month with colleagues, and we were caught in a tornado. No, not just a warning, a real tornado ….and ironically just after a successful presentation to a room of nuns. We pulled off the road and moved away from the line of trees, but my friend, Natalie, knows my travel history and looked back from the driver’s seat to say she is indeed consider never traveling with me again.
– I was putting on lipstick this week when at the exact moment, a friend (not paying attention to what I was doing), said in relation to whatever we were discussing prior to my lipstick application, “a pig in lipstick is still a pig.”
– While presenting to a large group of 70+ year old hospital volunteers this week, I casually mentioned (at least two times), “we are very excited about our upcoming big breast cancer awareness” initiative. Not only did I fail to highlight “breast health” rather than “cancer”, I used “big breasts” more than once.
– This weekend, at a bar that used to be older (or perhaps I was younger when I used to frequent), I heard the bartender ask a college kid what kind of Vodka she wanted…we laughed, as he told me he has to ask, because they can’t afford and don’t know there are even differences. Sign of age? Kettle one isn’t popcorn, sister.
– My sweet daughter attended her first junior high dance last weekend. A little bit of makeup, trading clothes with friends, giggly and texting and…of course a tornado warning. She is her mother’s daughter.
– Today my sweet girl told me I was “on denim overload”. loll! Wearing cute, hip, ripped Abercrombie jeans, apparently a denim jacket on top is too much. Really? My junior high girl is telling me what is and isn’t hip? (and btw- “hip” isn’t cool anymore either)
– I was gifted a present by an overhead seagull on a visit to Alcatraz this Spring. My daughter couldn’t contain her laughter, as we were only five minutes off the ferry, and I have a day of wearing goo ahead of us.
– Years ago at ‘Live on the Levee’ (the old days when this STL music tradition was held on the steep stairs along the Mississippi riverfront). It was Fourth of July, and we were seeing Train. Crazy crowds and a craving for ribs, I climbed over a chain fence and slipped while holding adult beverages and a plate of barbecue ribs…..yep, down the steep hill falling on more than one family resting on blankets and enjoying the evening. The ribs were saved. No one however, asked for my business card.
– The house we recently sold was on a grade just steep enough that you couldn’t see there was a descent but steep enough that when it snowed, a manual transmission struggled with the ascent. One snowfall I was simply stuck in the middle of the road laughing to myself. What else could I do? It was just me -ready for work- and stuck. On the upside, my Beverly hillbilly style neighbor thought it appropriate to shovel around me and get himself to work. I went inside and worked from home.