Head Trama

I have never really had a lot of coordination or common sense for that matter. But lately, it seems whatever stash of coordination I once had has disappeared. In the past week, the things I seem to have gotten myself into have even left me shocked.

This past weekend, Jeffy and I went to Branson with some of our friends from Louisiana. On Saturday night, we stayed in a condo. It was only one bedroom, but the living area had a fold out couch. It was a pretty spacious condo so we all had plenty of room. The bathroom in this condo was also very spacious. The toilet was in it's own little corridor. On the wall next to the toilet, there was a handicap rail. About a foot above that rail, was a towel rack. Not only was the towel rack a foot above the other rail, it was also a foot more inward than the rail. I don't know how clear of a picture this paints for you, but let me just say the way the rail and towel rack were hung made it nearly impossible for someone to hit their head on the towel rack. Unless that someone were me. I have no clue how it happened, but somehow I managed to hit my head on the top towel rack. How one would manage to do that is a mystery to me! Jeffy and our friend, Critter, from Louisiana had no explanation as to how I managed to hit my head other than the fact I once was a Talley. Seriously, a week later, my head is still sore!

As if that blow to the head wasn't enough, Tuesday I hit my head again! I was in a hurry, now I can't even remember the reason for the hurry, and I needed gas really bad. I stopped at the nearest gas station to put five dollars in my car. Apparently, I got so excited to get back into my new car, I quit thinking. As I was leaning down to get into the car, I didn't lean down enough. I hit my head so hard on the top of my car that it not only made me yell, but it knocked my hat off of my head!

I'm so sure one day, I will make it through a whole day without either hitting my head or doing something that can only be described as 'ridiculously blonde'. However, I will not hold my breath waiting for this one day!

Sweet-n-low

As some of you know, I have a starbucks addiction I battle every now and again. I can proudly say over the past year, it has gotten better. Maybe the main reason I feel it has improved is because my new drink of choice is at least two dollars cheaper than a caramel macchiato with an extra shot. Now, I just get coffee with caramel and a sweet-n-low. This new drink is so easily imitated. I can get the same thing at McDonalds for one dollar or even cheaper at a gas station. The only problem I seem to run into is not every place has sweet-n-low. This is so strange to me. Then again, sweet-n-low and I go way back.......

(As soon as my husband reads this blog, he will probably say, "I wouldn't have told anyone that...")

When I was in the seventh or eighth grade, my older sister and I helped a lady who went to our church with her wedding catering business. She would decorate the tables, bake the cake, and provide several different kinds of food. I don't really remember what all I did to help, but I remember thinking it would be so much more fun if there were such a thing as cute, comfortable shoes.

One particular wedding we helped with was about 30 minutes from the town we lived in. I don't remember too many details of the wedding. But I do remember as it got closer to time the wedding was to start, there were only a few things left to do before guests arrived. One of the last tasks was setting up the table with the coffee. To help with the final table, I was asked to put the sugar, sweet-n-low, and equal in a white glass bowl.

I was almost finished putting them all in the bowl, when I began to think. I could not figure out how people were going to be able to tell the difference between the three. So I asked the other ladies in the kitchen with me. In response to my question a lady answered by telling me each packet was a different color. I told her I understood that, but all the individual crystals were white. I had opened each packet and poured them into the bowl. Oops.

After that special incident, I was known as 'sweet-n-low' to several ladies working the same wedding.