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Drink Refills

My friend MaryAnn and I go out lunch every month. Every month we go to the same place, the name of which place I’m not going to mention because 1) I’m a little ashamed to claim I eat there and 2) I don’t want to slander the place with what I have to say, particularly that I’m ashamed to eat there.   So, the restaurant shall remain nameless. The reason we eat there every month is because 1) we’ve become regulars and it’s the only public place we can go and be “recognized” like famous people, and 2) they don’t kick us out for staying too long or being too rowdy.

The staff at this particular restaurant has remained the same for as long (and probably longer) as MaryAnn and I have been going there for lunch. That means we’ve become fast friends with the waitress. OK, maybe not “fast” friends, but we all know each other on a first name basis and the waitress likes to walk slowly by our table from time to time to catch up on what’s going on in our lives. She also makes sure our drinks are refilled often, probably to give her an excuse to hear what we’re saying.

This past Christmas, without consulting me, MaryAnn decided to get a gift for our waitress. Yes, that’s right, she gave the waitress a beautiful, sparkly snowflake pin that, for all I know, was made of solid gold and dozens of diamonds. All I did was feel sheepish and compliment MaryAnn on how nice she is.

When it came time to refill our drinks, this is what our waitress brought:

Should I take this personally?

They’re called reFILLS. My Coke is on the left, MaryAnn’s ice tea is on the right. Not only is her glass bigger, but it’s filled to the top. Mine? The drink for a person who didn’t give the waitress the gift of jewels? A measly half glass of pop.

Next Christmas I’m giving the waitress a car.

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Springtime?

We’re getting a little hint of springtime where I live.  The wind still blows cold but the sun’s been shining and temperatures are above freezing.  There’s still snow on the ground, but it’s sticky and wet.

Husby made a present for me with the sticky, wet snow.  I looked out the patio door and saw this:

He stood on the deck with his crooked willow arms and shy smile looking into the window of the sliding door.  At about one-and-a-half feet tall he was the cutest, most petite snowman I’d ever seen and made he me laugh every time I passed and looked out.

Alas, by the next day the sun kept shining and the temperature was determined to reach forty.  By mid-day the eyes of my little snow friend had popped out and all that remained of his happy smile was an indentation in his icy head.  And because the wind was strong and the sun was warm his icy neck melted and his head hung at an odd angle.  I felt sad pity for him, but his faceless, lopsided self gave me the message that spring is on its way.

I hope little snowman’s demise isn’t in vain.

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Fame

There’s a little part of me that wants to be heard by people far and wide.  I don’t know that I want to be famous, per se, but sort of.  Having a blog hanging out there in the universe gives me a little of that, and someday I hope to publish a novel or two that will be read by more than my immediate family, but right now I’m relatively unknown.

In my estimation people on the airwaves are totally famous.  And guess what?  I know people who have been on the airwaves.  Radio, to be precise.  Am I famous by association?

My nephew Fojo has a weekly radio show at KUMM.  OK, I know that sounds really icky and perverted, but it’s actually the local radio station at the University of MN, Morris.  Get it?  KUniversity-of-Minnesota-Morris (KUMM).  If you ever want to listen to it you can stream at KUMM.org.  O-R-GIf you search for KUMM-dot-anything-else you might find something a little less savory than a wholesome college campus radio station.

Fojo’s show contains an eclectic mix of music because guess what?  Not only does he have interesting taste in music he takes requests.  Seriously, he plays everything from Waylon Jennings to Led Zeppelin.  He’s like Dr. Johnny Fever, programming his own music and has probably even said “booger” on the air.

Fojo’s on-air prowess was most likely inherited from his mother, Charlotte, who also had a radio show when she was in college.  Her sultry voice, heard on KVSC in St. Cloud, MN, was a big hit with the guys taking residence at the local prison – KVSC was the only radio station they were allowed to listen to.

Charlotte’s day in the radio sun has past, but Fojo reigns every Sunday afternoon from noon to 2:00 p.m., except during spring break and summer break and any other breaks the school has.  I’m impressed that he’s able to talk and work all of the radio knobs at the same time – I doubt I’d be able to do that.  So I just tune in and enjoy the show.

I may never be famous, but at least I can hobnob with people who are.

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Fat Tuesday

It’s Mardi Gras!  Party on, for tomorrow we fast.

The Faces of Mardi Gras

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So Boring

I don’t know if you’ve noticed (I have) that I haven’t been posting much on my blog lately.  The fact of the matter is, I feel like my life is just too dull to share with the universe.  I mean, how many times does anyone want to hear about the bottle cap charms and magnets I’m making?  Does anyone really care what I had for dinner?  Dull, I say.

But lately I’ve been thinking about a friend of mine who is having way more excitement than she deserves.  And not the good kind of excitement.  I’m talking about worries, family indifference on one side, family illness on another, even death.  All…at…once.  My heart goes out to her, and I realize how lucky I am that my life is so dull.

Blessings to my friend, her entire family, and anyone else who is having too much ickiness going on.  I send wishes you for a dull life and feel grateful about how boring mine is.

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