Monday, March 28, 2011

Social Interaction: We All Need It

I have a clean shot at six hours of sleep if I go to bed right now, but I can't shut off my brain. You know when you have the radio on SCAN and it just keeps going through each channel? That's how my brain works. Next thing you know you've been listen to 5 second spots for over 30 minutes.

I am in a pisser of a mood tonight. But these days, if I can go to bed and no one has lost a limb, I count my blessings.

And there were some pretty good things that happened this weekend so I shall focus on them.

Saturday one of my very favorite friends had a baby shower. I was determined to be there. With bells on. And I showed up. About three hours late. Although the baby shower was over, I was able to spend some quality time with Kelly and Bethie. I mean, I feel like a real jerk and I know it's really rude, but all in all it worked out. (I hope, fingers crossed, promise to try harder next time.)

During the ten minutes I was at the shower, the hostess walked up to me and said, "Hi, I'm (insert name here). Ooooh. Can I hold your baby?"

Right as I hand her Lucy, she looks at me and says, "I am rrrreally drunk." Okay, I will take my baby back and it was nice to meet you. I admire a woman who gets trashed at a baby shower. In the middle of the day. Reminds me of me in the old days. But no one under the influence is going to be holding my baby. Good hell, people.

Another awesome conversation I had that day went like this:

Me: "I forget how young you guys are, I am a lot older than you."
Man: "How old are you?"
Me: "I'm 36."
Man: "Wow. You are old as shit."

Thank you, I mean, really thank you. I assumed this is a compliment because I don't look a day over 25 and his comment was a knee jerk reaction to unbridled surprise.

Later, when discussing motherhood and my inability to nurse, I made the mistake of saying, "Well, I'm like an old cow and there was just no milk in there."

And the same person said, "You know what they do to the old cows on the farm? Shoot 'em. If they can't make milk anymore, they are too old so they shoot them."

The funny thing is, I love the person saying this and I know he isn't being mean. That's just him and I like it. I respect his honesty and I am old. And if I were a cow. I would be shot. What's the big deal?

I was also lucky enough to see my most favorite cousin today. And that in itself makes for a great weekend. She is the best and I love her.

And The Teenager and I had some good, long talks laying in bed when we were supposed to be sleeping. I love that kid. She is really something.

Alright, time is up. This old cow has got to sleep now.

1 comment :

  1. 1) me thinks of this movie line "You have a baby. In a bar."
    2) some douche face the other night asked me how old I was then when I told him to guess and when he thought I 22 and I told him I was 30, he said "damn you are old". i wanted to poke him in his thick neck with a sharp pretzel. jerk.


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