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 🙂

the road I’m taking

Looks like I may soon embark on a new path in my life. From all angles, it seems to be a good one. Generally, the road appears and I follow it. I’ve only hit a dead end once or twice. Not rotten odds considering my age, right? But this one looks long, curvy, and full of adventure. I’m genuinely excited 🙂

oh lucky day!!!

I found FOURTEEN FOUR-LEAFED CLOVERS today. One might believe this a lucky day, right? Well, to be honest, the last month has been rather lucky. Some things have sorted themselves out, and we are on the road to a brand new string of adventures as a family. It seems that “living right”… as my Mama called it… is finally showing a few benefits. Just had to share this with y’all. Oh, and just so you know… the whole finding 4-leafed clovers thing…it’s not new…been doing it since I was six. But it was new for E and T. Must be in the genes….Enjoy 🙂

 

 

out of the old….

….and into the new!

Yes folks, we are FINALLY relocating. Just “up the road a piece”, mind you, but to a great area and into an amazing house, where my girls will be able to attend public school without having to pass through a metal detector as they enter. (Can you tell I am not a fan of LAUSD for the most part?) Moving into a house that is much smaller, thank goodness, because let me be honest…as much as I TRY to be Wonder Woman, attempting to maintain 4514 square feet of house for the last 4 years has nearly put me in the dirt. But I digress, of course.

The point of this post is not to gloat about the rewards of downsizing, but to ask a simple question: When is it time to throw out your pom poms? I mean literally, not symbolically. Anyone who knows me will agree that I have cheerleader optimism running through my veins. Can’t get rid of that! Speaking in the tangible sense though, in the process of cleaning out in preparation for the imminent move, I ran across my pom poms stored in the garage. The trusty, black and gold, shredded plastic, symbols of spirit long ago ceased to be the extensions of my arms they once were, and yet, I’ve hung on to them for 20+ years. As embarrassing as it is to admit, the number of storage spaces they have lived in through the years far outnumbers the years they have been retired. I’ve lugged them, and their partners….the megaphones….from Athens to T-Town to California, but for the life of me I don’t know why! Maybe it’s an underlying, subconscious need to remain attached in the most minuscule way to the icon of high school royalty I embodied as a teen. Or maybe it’s because my parents have passed, and they hold memories of when they were alive. On the other hand, I might just be a pack rat….lol. At any rate, they are hanging out once again waiting to hitch a ride in the moving truck in hopes of a cushy spot in the new garage!! I welcome the comments of those who believe they have am explanation (or even share the attachment themselves) :-)))

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