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Tickle Your Fancy is one of our Themes. Since The Reading Cafe is a place we can all hang out, while we drink our coffee or sip our margaritas, the talk of everything books can lead to funny stuff when we are having fun. Since we have been enjoying this feature…It is time for another Marcie….

 

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The Joys of Winter          

For those of you who live anywhere in the world that get snow will appreciate my winter adventures.  For pretty much 4-5 months out of the year I have to bundle up in layers of clothing to go outdoors.  By the time I’m done dressing for the chilly temps I feel like the kid in Robert Munsch’s book I Have to Go! Don’t laugh I’m being serious here folks.  No sooner am I dressed and braving the arctic air, my bladder decides it needs attention and it’s back to the drawing board  😉   

Once I’m outside the fun really begins, it’s snow playing time, that’s sarcasm for fighting with the snow.  If I’m not shoveling the white s#!% I’m using the snowblower.  Thank goodness for the invention of snowblowers or I’d never get out of my driveway all winter as we get dumped on pretty good throughout our winters.  However, as much as I’m thankful for this invention I swear my snowblower knows I hate it and it hates me right back.  Plus the thing weighs 10 times my body weight and it runs away with me down my driveway. I can no longer laugh at ppl who walk by my house with large dogs, and it looks like the dog is walking them. I’m now one of them, only I don’t have a dog, I have a snowblower that walks me.  LOL!!!!  Not only do I have the joys of playing in the snow, but I also have the joys of driving in it and cleaning snow and frost off my car.  Oh now there’s an adventure, right folks. Those of you who deal with snow know what I mean.  Slipping and sliding down the roads and getting stuck in snowbanks, having to start your car 10-15mins before you leave for work to get the ice melted off your car, etc.  Oh the joys of winter.  :-p

Let me tell you, you know it’s damn cold out when the snow doesn’t stick to my boots, my eyes water and nostrils pinch together as soon as I get outside, I’m talking take your breathe away cold.  We just had a major cold spell where our temps dropped to -35 degrees Celsius with the windchill.  Oh yes, we get wind chill cause the cold isn’t enough you know. Now those days are really fun cause you wrap yourself up so good against the cold that all you can see are people’s eyes.  It’s quite the funny site looking down the street and only seeing a pair of eyes peaking out from all those layers.  😉  Now that you know some of the joys of true winter weather, let me leave you with a joke that I love to read every winter as it perfectly describes the joys of winter.

Winter  Diary

December 8: It started to snow. The first of the season and the wife and I took our cocktails and sat by the window watching the soft flakes drift down over the area. It was beautiful.

December 9: We awoke to a big beautiful blanket of crystal white snow covering the landscape. What a fantastic sight! Every tree and shrub covered with a beautiful white mantel. I shoveled snow for the first time in years and loved it. I did both our driveway and the sidewalk. Later the snowplow came along and covered up our sidewalk with compacted snow from the street. I shoveled again and enjoyed.

December 12: The sun has melted all our lovely snow. Oh well, I’m sure we will get some more before the lovely winter is over.

December 14: It snowed 8 inches last night and the thermometer dropped to 5 degrees below zero. Shoveled the driveway and sidewalk again and the snowplow came by and did its thing again.

December 15: Sold my van and bought a 4×4 Blazer so I can drive in the snow. I also had to go out and buy snow tires for my wife’s car.

December 16: Fell on my ass on the ice in the driveway. All that was hurt was my feelings.

December 17: Still cold (below zero in the a.m.) and icy roads make for very tough driving.

December 20: Had another 14 inches of the white shit last night. More shoveling for me today. That damn snowplow came by twice.

December 22: We are assured for a white Christmas because another foot of the white shit fell today and with this freezing weather it won’t melt until August. Got all dressed up to go out and shovel (boots, jump suit, heavy jacket, scarf, ear muffs, gloves, etc) and then I had to piss.

December 24: If I ever catch the son-of-a-bitch that drives that snowplow, I’ll drag him through the snow by his balls. I think he hides around the corner and waits for me to finish shoveling and then comes down the street 100 miles per hour and throws snow all over what used to be my clean driveway.

December 25: Merry Christmas! They predict 20 more inches of the (bleep) white stuff tonight. To hell with Santa, he doesn’t have to shovel the white shit. The snowplow driver came by asking for a donation. I hit him over the head with my snow shovel.

December 26: We got the 20 inches they predicted and then some. I must be going snowblind or have a severe case of cabin fever because my wife is starting to look good to me again.

December 27: The toilet froze. If you go outside, don’t eat the yellow snow.

December 28: I set fire to the house. Now that white shit won’t cling to the roof. We are taking the insurance money and moving to Florida.

Marcie

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Tickle Your Fancy is one of our Themes. Since The Reading Cafe is a place we can all hang out, while we drink our coffee or sip our margaritas, the talk of everything books can lead to funny stuff when we are having fun. Since we have been enjoying this feature…It is time for another Marcie…

 

It’s The Most Wonderful Time of the Year!!

It’s that time of year again, my favourite time of the year actually, Christmas.  So not only am I busy getting ready for the holidays at home, but also at work and there I work with kids, the wee one’s.  So you can probably imagine what kind of chaos is ensuing for me as we inch closer and closer to Santa’s annual visit.  I enjoy all the hussle and bustle of getting ready for Christmas not only at home, but at work too.   The kids love the Christmas season in my room, I’m just like one of them when it comes to Christmas and all the fun.   I even have various Christmas hats I rotate between daily to entertain the kids and my co-workers.  One elf hat even sings.  My co-workers love that one. 😉

So when I pulled out my Christmas decorations it didn’t take long for my room to look like Santa’s Elves and his workshop had thrown up in my room.  Tinsel, red ribbons, stuffed reindeers and santas were everywhere.  Heck they were even decorating themselves. They were looking more like the Christmas tree then my tree was. They were having a good time, albeit it a messy one, but it’s Christmas.  Needless to say I was able to restore some order, get the room and tree decorated with their help.

Now decorating the room is only one step on having fun for Christmas with me and the kids. I love doing crafts with them. So we’ve started Christmas crafts and we’ve been making playdough ornaments this week.  Of course after you make and dry them it’s decorating time.  Glue, paint and sparkles were everywhere.  By the time Christmas is over I’ll be number 1 on the caretakers hit list. LOL!!!!  For anyone who’s ever dealt with sparkles and crafts you know what I mean. I’ll be finding sparkles in June at this rate. They just go everywhere and stick to everything. Not to mention for some reason kids love to paint and sparkle themselves too.  I swear I needed a tub yesterday to clean up just the kids.  LOL!!!!

Next on the Christmas  fun list; baking Gingerbread Men.  I can only imagine what will happen then.  If last weeks cookie making activity is any indication I’m in for a fun and messy time.  A couple of my kids thought the dough was like the playdough and decided to mush it and mold it and just play with it.  Then of course they decided to taste it and ate some of it.  I think they played and ate more of it then we made cookies.  But that’s kids for you, what fun is baking if you don’t taste any of the dough.  I know I always did, heck I still do.  😉  We did manage to make an even dozen cookies even though the recipe called for 16, so that wasn’t too bad.  Surprisingly they tasted good too.  Yes I’m a brave soul, I even tried the cookies we made after they had their grubby little hands all over the dough.  LOL!!!

Yes I’m a big kid when it comes to Christmas and working with a group of wee one’s is the perfect place for me this time of year. I should sign off now and go surf the net for more fun Christmas ideas that me and the kids can do over the next few weeks before we break for the holidays.  Hmmm, maybe I should also look for a safety vest in case the caretaker comes looking for me.  LOL!!!

Merry  Christmas and Happy Holidays everyone.  See you in the New Year!

Marcie

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Death by Pilates

Whoever said exercise is good for the mind and body had to be smoking some pretty good drugs and not sharing.  I’ve been doing a pilates circuit course now for a few years and every week it feels like the next day the headline in the newspaper will read; “Death by Pilates”  LOL!!! 

It’s a grueling workout, to which I think my instructor at times is possessed by some strange exercise demon who likes nothing better then to torture it’s victims.  One of these weeks I just know I’m going to glance up from one of my torturous exercises and find her eyes glowing red with horns protruding from her skull (image of Simi flashes in my mind, LOL). 

This class is not for the faint of heart, nor for someone who’s expecting a light stretching and toning class.  With pilates circuit we combine pilates with cardio and you can bet there’s no way I’m walking out of that class not dripping in sweat, and wheezing my lungs out.  I feel like a wet noodle by the time I’m done class and my water bottle is always empty.  Oh and I think the clock is against me too, for I swear every time I glance up at it, it never seems to move.  Even Father Time is enjoying my torture, LOL.   I keep asking my instructor if she goes down to the 7th level of hell to come up with these workouts and she just laughs at me, but I can see the wheels turning in her head and I’m already dreading next weeks class.

I swear that as I’m typing this post my muscles are already twitching in fear of what’s to come this Tuesday.  It usually takes me a few days afterwards to recover and by then it’s time to get back to my class.  When I walk in to work the next day my co-workers just look at the way I’m moving and say; “pilates circuit last night?”.  My only reply is a slight nod of the head for it’s too painful to move anything else. I also dread getting down on the floor at sleeptime for I fear I may not get back up.  I keep telling my co-workers just put out a cot for me and I’ll attempt to roll onto it and stay there for sleeptime with the kids.  LOL!!! 

As if this class isn’t enough, now I’ve let a friend of mine talk me into taking a Zumba class once a week.  Me, Miss Uncoordinated  supreme with two left feet.  Oh this is gonna be a laughfest, I can just tell.  I just hope my body is recovered from pilates in time for zumba each week or else it’s gonna look like seniors dance night with me, LOL.  Honestly though, don’t let this post scare you, it really isn’t that bad, did I just say that?  No seriously, thought if I didn’t enjoy the class and it’s health benefits I wouldn’t be going, I’m not that crazy……..yet, LOL!!!  I’ve never felt healthier, or more in shape then I am now. 

Until next time.  😉 

Marcie

 

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Tickle Your Fancy is one of our Themes. Since The Reading Cafe is a place we can all hang out, while we drink our coffee or sip our margaritas, the talk of everything books can lead to funny stuff when we are having fun. Since we have been enjoying this feature…It is time for the return of Tricia…..

 

First of all, I’d like to apologize for my absence; I have missed you all tremendously.  The Reading Café is a fabulous website and I am so glad to be back.  Why was I gone, you wonder?  My disappearing act was due to a couple of reasons.  Reason #1:  a lack of a decent internet connection.  I had dial up, which is SLOOOW.  Dial up connection speed made me crazy, so much time spent waiting, waiting, waiting…….. Reason #2:  I had major changes happen at work and I’ve spent the last few months working like crazy.  I have now paired up with AT&T’s U-verse and have fast internet and work has settled down somewhat so that means….I’m baaaaaaaaaaaaack.  🙂

I am an assistant manager at a very large financial institution.  If you are thinking, “Oh, manager.  That’s a cushy job.”  UH, NO!!   I would like to define manager in my little corner of the universe.

Webster’s dictionary defines manager as:  a) a person who conducts business or household affairs  b) a person whose work or profession is management  c) a person who directs a team.  That sounds nice, doesn’t it?  Yeah, not so much for my job.  I am the wrangler of a bunch of unruly cattle.  The babysitter at a daycare.  The mechanic, plumber, computer guru, therapist, cleaning lady, financial advisor, referee, food police, and general fixer of whatever needs fixing, whether it’s a customer, employee, hardware, software…..you get the picture.

I know what you are thinking…..that I’m exaggerating.  Sorry my fellow book readers, I am not.  On any given day I will have to repair something that is broken, remind an employee that it is not professional to eat a gigantic bear claw cinnamon roll thingy in view of our customers,  no arguing amongst each other, no cursing…..it’s exhausting.  And the questions! I get asked millions of questions all the live long day.  Tricia, Tricia, Tricia.  If I had a dollar for every time I heard my name, I’d have a lot of dollars.

I have one employee in particular that is unique to say the least.  Here are just a few of the conversations I have had with said employee over the years.  This is all true, I promise.  These conversations are in no particular order.

“Please don’t eat fried chicken at the front desk.  If you need a snack, go to the break room.”

“Make sure your piece of turtle chocolate pie is gone before we open the doors.”

“Why do you need a new keyboard?  Oh ok, because you filled yours with WD40 because the keys were sticking.  That’s a completely normal thing to do.”

“No, we cannot make all the customers leave so you can take your bra off.”

“Don’t eat your bear claw at the counter, go to the break room.”

“What is that smell? You spilled pickle juice all over the desk?  Are you kidding me?”

“What is all over the door?  Mayonnaise?  Your plastic baggie of mayo exploded all over the place!  Why do you have mayo in a plastic bag?  Never mind, I don’t want to know.”

“Please don’t talk to customers about your recent colonoscopy.  When they ask how you are doing, just say you are fine and send them on their way.  They also don’t want to know about your child’s bowel movements.”

Sadly, there are more conversations that I could add, but we have to leave room for the book reviews.  Needless to say, being a manager is one crazy job, especially where I work.  So when you start to think that management is an easy job, just think of me.  I will gladly accept donations for an early retirement fund.  I’m almost afraid what my employees will do next.  Pray for me, I need all the help I can get. 🙂

Tricia

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Tickle Your Fancy is one of our Themes. Since The Reading Cafe is a place we can all hang out, while we drink our coffee or sip our margaritas, the talk of everything books can lead to funny stuff when we are having fun. Since we have been enjoying this feature…It is time for another Marcie…..

Adventures of a Stress Fracture and My Friend the Air Cast

As I’ve sat down over the last few weeks to try and type something for my new post nothing funny has come to me.  So instead you all get to hear of my adventures of a stress fracture and it’s friend the air cast. 

Hi there, this is Hop Along reporting this month.  You see for the past few months that’s basically what I’ve been doing as a result of my injury, the dreaded stress fracture.  Whoever says exercise and work are good for the soul is seriously smoking something strong and I wish they’d share it.  A few weeks before Christmas I attended my exercise class only to wake up the next morning with my foot resembling that of a puffer fish.  It’s so swollen I can’t fit my foot into any kind of footwear except for my slipper, so that’s how I went to work.  Somehow between being on my feet all day at work, and going to my pilates classes I wind up suffering a stress fracture.  Of course it takes a few months to diagnose, as they don’t show up on X-rays and I have to wait for an MRI appointment.  Needless to say it’s not fun hobbling around on a swollen foot wearing a slipper.  Finally a couple of months later my injury is finally diagnosed and I’m put into an air cast.  Anyone ever wear one of these things?  If not let me tell you about it.  

Let’s all say hello to my newest friend, air cast.  He’s been with me for the last 6-8 weeks.  We became very good friends and went everywhere together.  The air cast looks like a ski boot, but without the ski binding parts, or you could say it sorta resembles a roller blade boot, but without the wheels.  The only good thing about this contraption, I was able take it off to bathe and sleep, thank goodness.  So everyday for the past 8 weeks I’ve had to put the air cast on and inflated it. Yes you have to inflate it to keep it secured on your foot once you strap it on.  It comes with a little pump, looks like a balloon animal pump and fits nicely into you purse.   Why do I need it to fit in my purse you ask?  As I said earlier we went every where together, especially shopping.  Of course when one comes across new clothing items one must try them on. So there I am unhooking and deflating the stupid air cast in the change rooms so I can try on some clothes.  Then of course I have to put it back on, inflate it and carry on with my shopping mission, and there were a few throughout the weeks spent in my air cast.  

The other fun part about the air cast, trying to find a shoe that is of equal height to the air cast.  Nothing I own really did, some were a bit too high, while others just fell below the height of the air cast.  So I went around being uneven when walking for the past 8 weeks.  Let me tell you, my darling sister had a field day with me and my air cast.  Hop Along was just one of her pet names for me during my ordeal.  Another fun part of this whole ordeal, I live up North where we get snow, and of course my air cast is open at the toe area.  So not only do I have to worry about slipping on ice, I’m trying to keep the snow from getting inside my cast and getting my sock and foot wet.  The only thing that worked was putting a ziplock baggy over the front of the air cast.  Boy I was really styling now with my ziplock baggy accessory for my air cast.  😉  

Thank goodness my 8 weeks has come to an end and my adventure is over.  I’ve now said my farewells to my friend stress fracture and his friend the air cast, and hope to never hear from them again.  This is your roving reporter Hop Along, bidding you all a good day and happy walking.  😉      

Marcie

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Tickle Your Fancy is one of our Themes. Since The Reading Cafe is a place we can all hang out, while we drink our coffee or sip our margaritas, the talk of everything books can lead to funny stuff when we are having fun. Since this feature has been so much fun, let’s see what Tricia has for us this month…..

Do you text?  I text  A LOT.  I can text paragraphs of comments.  Texting is an inexpensive and quick way of communicating when you are separated from your family and friends.  I’ve been able to survive boring meetings thanks to my cell phone and texting.  I have great friends who do their best to prevent me from lapsing into a meeting induced coma by entertaining me with comments, songs and other silliness.  There is nothing funnier than looking down at my phone and being surprised by “Drop it like it’s hot, drop it like it’s hot!” or “Red Solo Cup, I fill you up. Let’s have a party!” The only issue I have is trying to control my laughter, either in a crowded room or while I’m alone.   There have been many occasions when I’m alone in my office or in a store, staring at my phone, and laughing like a psycho.  People probably question my sanity but how can you blame them when they see me laughing like a fool all by myself? 

The greatest and most annoying invention to go along with texting is that devil auto correct.  I have had countless episodes of hysterical laughing thanks to auto correct.  Auto correct is where your cell phone changes your word to what it thinks you were trying to type.  I try to always proofread my texts before sending but sometimes I forget.  And that’s when that little weasel auto correct gets me every time.  But the funniest of all is the replies one can get (or give) when auto correct rears its ugly head.  Here are a few examples to explain what I’m talking about.  I can’t remember every single auto correction, but here are the ones that were the funniest.  Some corrections were so funny, I still use them now.  My friends and I have basically created our own language thanks to texting and auto correct.

One day I was very upset and was blasting away a text to vent my frustration.  In the text, I was trying to say holy s**t along with a bunch of other words.  Auto correct changed that to holy JUDY.  Apparently my phone is against cursing.  I get a response that says “is holy JUDY a southern term for s**t?”  I read over the text I sent and realize what happened.  This prompted hysterical laughter and now instead of texting the curse word, my friend (Hi Miranda!) and I text holy JUDY.

Another example is when my friend was so upset that this trashy guy was flirting with her, making her feel very uncomfortable.  She was texting me, saying how this loser was flirting with a married woman.  But instead of flirt, the message said “slirt”.  Me being me, I focused on this new word instead of her distress.  I respond in my typical smarty pants fashion, making fun of this new word.  We’ve created several definitions for this word, one being a sleazy flirt and the other definition is not one that can be mentioned here……..

I received this text from another friend that had me crying, I was laughing so hard.  “Me and donkey are at a restaurant and they have beets on tap and we’ve drank 200 ounces!”  WHAAAAAAT??   I’m thinking what in the world is he talking about?  I had to focus and try to translate this mystery.  Beets…..beets on tap……OH, he meant BEER!  Ok, the beets mystery is solved.  Although if he was drunk on beets, he needs some help.  The next mystery is deciphering donkey…..who is donkey?  So I asked him, “Who is donkey?  Donkey as in from Shrek or donkey as in Donkey Kong?”   My friend then had to re-read HIS text because he was thinking I had cracked my melon.  What he was TRYING to say was, “Me and Ronald are at a restaurant and they have beer on tap…..”  Mystery solved!   I think auto correct was drunk when he changed those words.  And maybe my friend was a little drunk when he sent that text.  He really can’t handle his beets. 

Next is a conversation where I was trying to cheer up a friend.  A little birdie tells me that her husband has his feelings hurt because I called him a twerp after he wisecracked about me on Facebook.  So to make amends, I started texting said husband, telling him how much I appreciate his friendship, while rolling my eyes repeatedly because he was being such a baby.  I text him “Red solo cup, you aren’t just a cup, you’re my friend.”  Or that’s what I WANTED to text him.  Instead, he gets a message that says “TED solo cup, you aren’t just a cup, you’re my friend.”  I get a quick reply that says, “Who the hell is Ted?”  My response to that was, “Ted is the little *insert curse word here* that lives in my phone and runs my auto correct.”  So from this day forward, my phone will always be known as Ted and he will take the blame for every word that gets messed up in my texts.  It’s not the beets, it’s not my texting thumbs, it’s TED.

Last but certainly not least is squirrel.  Squirrel is another term that has morphed into our texting language, although not by auto correct.  Have you ever watched the cartoon movie UP!?  It’s an adorable movie that has a talking dog.  Throughout the movie as the dog is talking, he can quickly be distracted if he sees a squirrel.  In the middle of his conversation, the dog looks away and says SQUIRREL which indicates his focus has shifted.  So instead of the furry little creature we all know as a squirrel, SQUIRREL means something else entirely in text speak.  The new text definition of SQUIRREL is an indication of a rapid subject change in the middle of your text.  For example:  How’s the weather?  The weather is COLD! .….SQUIRREL!……  I had chicken nuggets for lunch.  See? I quickly shifted the topic of conversation.  But be careful with the use of SQUIRREL!  The rapid change in subject may cause some to get whiplash.

Until next time, Ted and I bid you good day.

Tricia

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Tickle Your Fancy is one of our Themes. Since The Reading Cafe is a place we can all hang out, while we drink our coffee or sip our margaritas, the talk of everything books can lead to funny stuff when we are having fun. Since this was so much fun before, let’s see what Marcie has for us this month…..

My Olympic Ice Skating Debut………Not!!

Living up in the great white North, one of our favorite past times in the winter is ice skating. Seeing how this winter has been a strange and mild one for us, we were pleasantly surprised to see that our outdoor rinks were finally ready.

So the other day my sister and I bundle up in our snow gear, we now look like Maggie Simpson, fall into the car cause we can barely move in our snowsuits and drive over to the rink.  We somehow manage to extract ourselves from the car and waddle our way to the benches to change into our skates.  With our pack of tissues in our pockets and skates on we’re ready to go.  

Now keep in mind one hazard of ice skating is children learning to skate.  They become road hazards, like little speed bumps in the road that you should really avoid.  Ten minutes out on the ice and we’re now playing dodge the falling child.  Here comes a child sliding by, wheeeee,  as I go one way dodging the little speed bump, another falls and I’m forced to go the other way. I’m now zig zagging across the ice attempting to stay upright. They really should make a smaller ice pad for the learning to skate crowd. 😉  Of course we get the giggles which doesn’t help cause now the wind has picked up and our eyes are tearing.

One more joy of outdoor skating, next it’s the runny nose. Yes I’m now juggling the task of dodging children, tearing eyes and needing to blow my nose all well staying upright on my skates.  Oh no let’s not forget the bumpy patches and chips in the ice which I always seem to find. As I manage to by pass one chipped spot I hit another and I go staggering across the ice, hit a bumpy part, my arms are flailing in an attempt to keep me upright and I wind up in a snowbank, stumbling to a stop.

Here come the giggles again and runny nose.  Oh the joys of outdoor skating in winter in the great white north.   As we continue our adventure on the ice,  it appears the wind doesn’t want to stop so every time we come around the corner and skate towards the other end, we get blasted by some chilly wind.  Me a clutz on feet, decides to turn around and skate backwards to avoid the wind in my face.  *warning bells begin to play in the background…..”Danger Will Robinson, Danger”…  I was never that great at skating backwards and I should always remember this but no, I turn and attempt to glide backwards.  Bad decision, my blade catches a chipped spot or small hole in the ice and I suddenly can fly, backwards albeit it but I am now sailing through the air. This outcome will not be good I just know it.  Needless to say I make a less then stellar landing and look like a chalk drawing in a murder investigation.  

Thankfully nothing is broken, just my ego and I’m once again laughing along with my sister. After an hour we finally decide to call it quits, and head home for a well deserved hot chocolate and baileys.  Tune in next time for another adventure in the life of Devil Mouse. 😉  

Marcie

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We created Tickle Your Fancy to enjoy the fun stuff that takes place in The Reading Café, as this is a place we can all hang out, while we drink our coffee or sip our margaritas.  Just relaxing and talking about books can lead to funny stuff when we are having fun.  Below is another one of our contributors.  so without further ado….

Tricia Talks

 

What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet – William Shakespeare.

Name, name, name……I need a name for my corner of Tickle My Fancy………UGH….The pressure of a name……..  Pick the wrong one and it falls flat, like a bad joke.   Pick the right one and it fits, just like Cinderella’s glass slipper.  Barb and Sandy have given me great ideas…..Totally Tricia….Talking with Tricia….Tripping with Tricia…..

Tripping with Tricia brings to mind a run in I had with a curb and that blue rascal the Cookie Monster.  Let’s reminisce, shall we?

Once upon a time, I was at a Christmas party for work, all of the important people were present.  You know… the people you want to impress.  So I mingle and charm my way through the party, being my cute little self.  At the end of the night I was walking out the door carrying the leftover cookie tray that I brought.  I’m talking and walking and WHAM!  I trip over a curb.  I slam into a co-worker, cookies go flying high in the air.  It was spectacular.  I ripped the knees out of my new pants and scuffed my new boots. 

After the police investigation, eye witnesses confirmed that the Cookie Monster was seen sneaking up behind me, giving me a violent shove.  Once I was on the ground, the Cookie Monster stole my cookies!  But the justice system did prevail!!!  The Cookie Monster is now serving three years in minimum security and is currently on a 12 step cookie program. 

On a side note, my incident with the curb prompted my employer to paint all of the curbs at our headquarters a BRIGHT yellow.  Not exactly the lasting impression I was aiming for but whatever.  So maybe Tripping with Tricia isn’t the perfect glass slipper.  It fits more like a pair of scuffed boots. 

Talking with Tricia?  Is that the name?  No, it doesn’t seem to fit.  Totally Tricia? No, that’s not it either.  Talking Trash with Tricia?  GASP!  Who says I talk trash???? Not using that name, Barb will be washing my mouth out with soap!  I’ve thought and pondered, trying to find the perfect name.  I will be contributing random thoughts, talking about whatever pops in my head.  Sounds scary, but it really isn’t.  Tricia…..talks.  THAT’S IT! Tricia Talks.  Ahhhh, the perfect glass slipper.  Thanks Sandy and Barb for the perfect name.  Now that I have on my glass slipper, would you two please find my Prince Charming?  I’m really tired of kissing frogs.   

Welcome to Tricia Talks.  I hope you enjoy my random bits of nothing. 

*Disclaimer:  Tricia or the Cookie Monster was not permanently damaged in the writing of this post.*

Tricia

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