Still no word from Hershey on the mint kisses. Do you think they are dodging me? Or do you think they are working on their response? Like the marketing team has to meet this morning to come up with what message they want to convey to me? Various departments had to be consulted, I'm sure. Someone had to be blamed first. You cannot respond without assigning blame. That could have taken a while. There probably was an investigation. And someone had to come up with the positive spin. Again - takes a while. And then they had to make sure everyone agreed on who would write the email response to me. And then that person had to put off doing it for a day or so...
Or maybe that slacker in marketing hasn't checked his email this week and the folks at Hershey have no idea I am crying out for help. Maybe he is out of the office and he forgot to leave an automated response with the message that he will be gone for a while, but will answer the email when he returns. I bet he forgot to do that. He will be fired once that's discovered. Or even worse, if he's smart and can write a sentence, I bet they make him write the new procedures for answering consumer questions once this is over. I bet he has to re-write the entire manual. Just think how many meetings he will have to endure for that process. Sucks to be him.
I told you Hershey doesn't want to mess with me on this.
So, today begins the first day of a two day meeting. I'm on a slight break now - bracing myself for the rest of the afternoon. And I think you will know who else is in the meeting once you see this. God help me.
Well, let's see. We did a great deal of driving for Thanksgiving. It was good to be with PJ's extended family...and good for me to get out of town. And especially good that PJ can put up with my constant complaining about the long hours in the car. I need a helicopter. Of course, if we had been in a helicopter, I would not have been able to make PJ stop at every Dollar Tree in every town between here and Chipley, Florida.
One thing I always enjoy is talking to my sister after she has attended a family function without me. Her take on the whole thing is typically quite funny and it seems that strange things tend to happen when I'm not around. Take this year's Thanksgiving at my mom's, for instance. Apparently our sister-in-law told my sister that she and my brother will not be playing Santa with Banana. Now, keep in mind, all of this is 2nd hand - I was not there - but I'm pretty sure they (my brother and his wife) have decided that they don't want to tell Banana there is a Santa Claus. I haven't talked to them about it, and I probably won't since it's really none of my business, but I have to point out that my brother had to have been crazier about Santa than any kid ever has been. Seriously - I've never seen a child so excited to get up on Christmas morning and see what Santa had left. Those mornings are probably my fondest memories of him. So, I was really looking forward to seeing Banana in that mode, and the fact that my brother would make a decision such as this one is odd to me. The reasons our SIL gave my sister for this complete withholding of all childhood joy don't really add up. I mean, I could think of better reasons if pressed. But, as I said...it's none of my business...if they want to be clearly ridiculous and insane - far be it from me to stop them. Good grief.
OK, where are the Hershey mint kisses this year? Not the mint truffle ones - I have those. But, where are the regular mint kisses that are wrapped in green and silver checked foil? I just emailed Hershey, so I will let you know what I find out. I don't think Hershey wants to mess with me on this.
Speaking of mint...my secret sis sent me a great package last week that included a super cute bottle of MINT M&M's. OK. Why have I never had these? And why can't I find them now? Ever since I scarfed down that bottle, I've been looking for them to no avail. (And believe me, I've looked at a whole lot of stores.) Check out this cute box of goodies she sent me, though...funky file folders, post-it notes, giant gem clips. So fun! OH! and she included PENCILS! 0.7mm mechanical pencils. Yes! And notice that I had already consumed a huge portion of the mint M&M's before I could get my camera out.
I made a button tree last week. I thought I might give it as a gift, but it looks too good in our bedroom to give it up.
Tomorrow is my birthday so I've planned a day of hanging out with Bobbie Jo. I'm so glad I'm not working tomorrow. I'm positive I can't take turning 44 there. I can't think about going back yet. My break has spoiled me. So, anyway...Bobbie Jo and I will be eating lunch at our favorite Chinese restaurant, and I'm not sure what else...just chillin'. The way birthdays are meant to be.
News flash - we hung pictures today. It's starting to look more like a home than a storage unit around here.
When I was young, for a brief period of time, my mom tried "punishing" me by sending me to my room. This never had the desired effect as I would gladly go to my room to A) read or B) nap. Reading and napping are still high on my list of favorite things to do. My mom had to switch tactics.
I have this supervisor who gets miffed with me for reasons I can never predict...and when she is miffed, she ignores me. It's glorious. Well, except for the stomping up and down the hall outside my office. That part sucks. But otherwise - I'm in heaven today. The only way my day could improve is if I could take a nap right here in my office.
We journeyed over to my mom's Saturday evening to visit and eat burgers. My brother and sister-in-law brought Banana over. My sister came, but her children were with their dad for the weekend, so the entire night basically turned into the Banana Show...featuring Banana...with special appearances by Banana. She's a trip! I've said it a million times, I know, but she is the SPITTING IMAGE of my brother. It freaks me out. I'm sure my sister-in-law is sick of hearing about it since she might want her child to resemble her in some way...but I'm telling you, it's amazing...and once I find that box of pictures, I will prove it.
Anyway, it was fun being part of the studio audience of the Live Banana Show. She's obviously a bright child - although I'm not sure what children are supposed to know at what age...I just know she's pretty smart. And she's funny. And she's sassy in a way that makes you laugh at her rather than jerk her up and spank her when she's clearly being naughty. A trait I'm sure she inherited from your's truly.
Another good quality about Banana - she likes us. She digs her Aunt Mandy and Uncle Pay Jay. What child wouldn't really?
Because I don't want to forget some of what she said Saturday night, I will share it here...and yes, I know that your children and/or nieces say funny things, too..but Banana is mine (sort of) and that makes what she says worthy of posting, and well, as I have said before, this is my blog.
She is fascinated with color...wants to make sure she knows what color every little thing is. In the middle of listening to my hot pink Nano, she ripped the buds out of her ears and asked in a panicked tone, "What color is this? Green?"
At one point I heard her talking in the kitchen and wondered who was in there with her. When I looked, she was having a conversation with my mom's dog, Prissy. "I have chips, but I want a pickle. I really want a pickle." Prissy seemed more than enthralled by this conversation as Banana dangled a chip over her head.
Later when Banana wanted to listen to the Nano again, she wasn't sure what to call it, and I didn't want to get it out again for fear she would destroy it. I pretended not to know what she meant when she put her fingers in her ears and moved her head in a steady beat like she was listening to music. Frustrated that I didn't get her sign language, she moved on. Later she realized I had a drawstring on the hood of my sweatshirt and she took the ends of the drawstring and put them in her ears and rocked out for a while. She seemed satisfied with that. Imagination is a beautiful thing. I wish I still had one.
And the one thing that really got me? She cried when we got ready to leave. Didn't want us to go. "Please Mandy. Please Pay Jay. Please don't go." Broke my heart. So I passed her to my sister (the one who lets her do or have absolutely anything she wants) and we left.
Of course there are photos. Oh, she makes this awful face when you tell her to "Say cheese". And then when you show her the picture she looks at it with disgust...like, "Why did I make such an ugly face?" But she does it every time. I have to catch her off guard to get a good shot. Here's the cheese face. Pretty. huh?
Banana likes bananas:
And check out those curls...just like her Daddy had (minus the ribbon, of course)...
I'm still alive...just exhausted and very tired of writing since that's all I have done at work for the last several days - write and re-write and then write some more...and all because I'm the only one out of the three folks "in the know" who can make subject-verb agreement. Sucks to be the smarty pants sometimes. And it seems the more I read, the more I change/edit. I think that is known as the disease of "perfectionism-fragilisticexpialidocious." I've got it bad.
And I had WAAAAAY too much coffee today. I can't even blink.
Since I am clearly fresh out of things to write about - I will leave you with this that was sent to me by the faboo Trixie. I have no idea where she got it so I cannot properly credit it...sorry.