This is my first official post and I have to admit to a little post anxiety. This is like that old Queen song:
Mm ba ba de Um bum ba de Um bu bu bum da de Pressure pushing down on me . . .
Mmmm is anyone going to remember that Queen song? (Shakes head.) Through my good friend Karen, I have been invited to join this great group of women in this blog and on what seems like they will be amazing adventures. I’m the honorary Santa Claritan (as I really live in South Pasadena).
Since I don’t have anything really clever to say today, I’ll just pull a couple of random thoughts out of my head and put them here so that I can get past being a first post virgin!
Why does the grocery store insist on having their employees thank me by name? Thank you Mrs. Woodliff. You saved ten cents today with your club card! First of all–I’m not Mrs. Woodliff. I’m not married. Mrs. Woodliff would be my 85 year old mother. I guess when you are over 30, the world thinks you must be married. It is isn’t worth correcting the poor cashier. “Excuse me–that’s Ms. Woodliff to you!” Can you imagine that cashier thinking, “Listen lady, they tell us to greet every customer by name–I’m damned if I do and damned if I don’t. Take your groceries and get the heck out of here!”
Speaking of Dogs. I know Kristy posted on dogs barking. My dog owner pet peeve is all the people who walk their dogs and don’t pick up after them. It is has gotten so bad that when I take my dog for a walk, the minute she squats, I make a big show out of getting the bag out so that any neighbor watching can see that–yes I have a bag and yes I will be picking up after my dog! I found a new way to get to dog owners who are letting their dogs poo and not picking up. When I see them start to walk away. I say, “oh did you run out of bags? Here’s one of mine.” It’s really interesting watching the reaction as you walk toward them with a bag held out–looking at the poo on someone’s yard. Hard for them to walk away now. (Evil laugh!)
Okay so now that I’ve got this first post over with! I can now go bask in the afterglow! Did anyone say wine?