Pajama Panic

Story of my life.

Story of my life.

Tomorrow is Pajama Day at The Girls’ school. It happens year after year, and inevitably, I experience the same freaking anxiety each and every time. Seriously. I need a mainline of Valium straight to my jugular in order to calm my neurotic ass down tonight.

While I should be excited that I don’t have to get them properly dressed in the morning, I am actually thinking…

“Fuck, fuck, double fuck! Who’s brilliant idea was THIS? He/she needs to be kicked out of the PTA.”

Why, you ask? Because my children wear the rattiest, most mismatched shit to sleep in you have ever laid eyes on. Comfy? Absolutely. Presentable to wear in public? Hell to the no! I have 3 girls, so pajamas are handed down and worn completely thread bare. Even MY pajamas are pathetic looking. Because nobody is actually supposed to see them. And I am horrified by the thought of my sweet angels being judged by their attire, and talked about in hushed tones by all the kiddos who probably have brand spanking new pj’s on tomorrow. Call me vain. Whatever. Kids are cruel. I know it, and so do you.

Nonetheless, I resisted the urge to run out today and purchase cool new pajamas for The Girls. That’s progress, right? Well don’t reward me yet, because I am seriously entertaining the possibility of letting them play hooky in favor of a Mommy/Daughters day complete with mani/pedis, or perhaps an educational outing to a museum or even a trip to the zoo.

Anything to avoid Pajama Day, for Pete’s sake. 

Ugh.

 

 

 

Drive-thru etiquette

         Let me begin by confessing… I am a Chick-fil-A junkie.

     Despite the negative press the chain is receiving lately on social networking sites for their strong religious convictions, charitable contributions to organizations deemed anti-gay and their beliefs about what makes a family, I really love their food. Btw, who knew the Fellowship of Christian Athletes hated homosexuals? Not me, and I was a member in high school, and that point was NEVER covered in the meetings. Seriously.

Apparently, I am somewhat of an anomaly…a Christian who believes marriage should be based on love, rather than sexual orientation. Everyone should have the right to marry the love of their life. Period. Raising a family and creating a stable, happy home environment also has nothing to do with which side your bread is buttered on in my opinion. Therefore, I cannot boycott the business. There. I said it.

Why? Because I’m a Southern girl who managed to hang on to her roots while living in the cultural mecca that is Hollywood. You see, I grew up with CFA back in Bama, and had to wait 15 years for them to open one in Los Angeles, close enough to my home so I could scoot on over there and back in less than an hour…..WITH traffic :-) So, to all my beloved gay, lesbian, and bisexual friends, if you see me “check in” on FB at one of the shiny, new CFA locations here in Los Angeles, please don’t boycott me, because I support you 100%. I just need my sweet tea and fried chicken sandwich fix every once in awhile:-) Whew….glad I got that out there!

Now for the point of the post: DRIVE-THRU ETIQUETTE. Last night, I was in line at the CFA in Northridge, with about 25 other cars. I swear they needed their own Rent-A-Cop directing traffic. Not surprising though, I’ve witnessed this before. As usual, I only had about half an hour to make the round trip from the girls’ gymnastics facility to CFA and back. Well….that train got completely derailed by the car 3 ahead of me, when the person pulled up to the menu board and WHIPPED OUT A LIST as long as my arm. As soon as I saw it, I wanted to jump out and scream “You know, they cater. Try calling ahead next time and hauling your a** inside to pick it up!” but I didn’t. Only because 2 of my 3 girls were in the car with me and I didn’t want to cause a scene. Oh, but the fury I could have unleashed had I been childless. They really would have needed a Rent-A-Cop then! But I digress. My point is, the drive-thru is for people IN A HURRY or, those unable to go inside because their children are dressed only in gymnastics leotards and it’s 40 degrees outside. Of course, I was the victim of both things last night. So, if you find yourself being the “food runner” for a group of folks, park and go in…..PLEASE! Because you just never know when a childless, Southern bitch in a hurry  jonesing for some sweet tea might be behind you.

     Although I can say with certainty you’d be safe at McD’s….I hate that place. But watch out at CFA and Taco Bell :-)

genius bar….part 2

I was reminded yesterday, that the very first post on this blog was about my visit to THE GENIUS BAR at the Mac store in Northridge. So it’s only fitting that I report on my latest adventure there.

This time, the problem was with my gadgets, not The Man’s. Two days ago, I upgraded my iPhone. My info was backed up on my dinosaur of a desktop….it’s 6 years old….so I just plugged my new device in and “restored from a backup”. Umm, big mistake. Little did I know, that my 280 contacts were turned into a cyber omelet. Literally, scrambled!! The wrong email addresses with the wrong names, phone numbers all mixed up and some contacts quadrupled. All because of MOBILE ME. I swear, it’s Satan’s spawn. Anyway, after an entire day of head scratching and baffled stares at my shiny new iPhone….The Man calmly says “take it to the Genius Bar.” Of course… as if I hadn’t already planned on it. So off I went, with desktop and phone in hand…..all three girls in tow. Again.

At first, the couple of geniuses I commandeered the attention of looked at me like I had 6 heads when I showed them what was happening. One flew the coop. But the other guy hung in there. First, he had me make sure the info on the computer was correct, then he went to my Mobile Me account and replaced all the info there with info from my desktop, and turned off the “syncing” feature. That was the problem… I was double syncing through iTunes & Mobile Me. NEVER DO THAT, as it really confuses the devices that are clearly designed to be smarter than you and me. End result, all is right in my Mac world again, it didn’t cost me a penny and The Girls had a blast :-) ))

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