Party Girl

I’m not terribly fond of all those “home parties” that have become so popular as of late. You know what I’m talking about…Pampered Chef, Tastefully Simple, Tupperware…that sort of party. Bleh. Now, I do have to admit I’ve hosted a few Pampered Chef parties myself – and invited hordes of guests that I knew would spend the big bucks so I, as the hostess, could get a bunch of free stuff. Ca-ching!! Yeah, I’m sly like that.

Anyway, as I was saying, I really, really dislike attending these parties. The main reason –  I’m a talker (big surprise there, huh?) and I always get reprimanded for interrupting the consultant. Tonight’s little “home party” was no different. It involved food, wine, chocolatinis, more food, some good friends, more wine (almost an entire bottle by myself, actually) and lots of laughs. A bit too much laughing, apparently, because I was the receiver of many ‘evil eyes’ as the presentation droned on.

At one point I couldn’t sit still any longer…about 10 minutes into it. You see, I just cannot sit still long enough to listen to the spiel of the consultant. All I hear is “Blah, blah, blah, collection, blah, blah, blah, order, blah, blah, blah, shipping. And being my snarky self, I cannot help but bombard whomever is sitting next to me with lots and lots o’ commentary and sarcasm…which usually results in fits of laughter and disapproving stares. Yeah. Whatever.

So, tonight as I excused myself from the throes of the presentation and went to the kitchen to pour myself another glass of wine I started chatting it up with a few of the girls. We completely forgot where we were, started talking loudly (even louder than the consultant, oops) and then started laughing our asses off which caused the ENTIRE group of women to pause, turn toward us and give us all the evil ‘shush’ look. Oh, and did I mention that my Mother was there? Ha. She looked directly at me and gave me the wicked “Mom look”…which made us burst out laughing even louder. The girls and I ended up going to the other end of the house to finish our giggling and conversation. God, I love a good girl gaggle. But I sure dislike a hush-be-quite home party.

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Feisty Friday

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Feisty Friday

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King Queen?

Today girl child decided to share a little tale about her teacher. She said, “Mrs. C. puts on this old Burger King crown and pretends to be the Queen Mum, she speaks with an English accent and acts all weird”. Girl child shook her head and said, “Yeah, the crown is soooo old she had to laminate it so it doesn’t fall apart.” She stated further, “Yesterday when she put the crown on and started to be the Queen Mum I asked, ‘Are you the Burger King Queen Mum’?” Oh boy. Yep, she’s definitely my spawn. I told her she has to be careful and not be too snarky with the teacher. She said, “Oh, Mrs. C laughed so hard and then so did everyone else.” Phew. Everyone loves a smart ass…right?

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Mary Jane, Cigarettes and Why I’m Generally a Bad Influence

The girl child and I went to dinner the other night at one of our favorite haunts. It’s an old-style general store (pizza/sub shop), complete with penny candy. After devouring our pizza and milling about the store looking for goodies we settled on purchasing Mary Jane’s and candy cigarettes.

My teeth hurt just thinking about all the sugar. What fun. E actually insisted that we purchase the candy cigarettes…we really do LIKE the fine, chalky taste of them. After sampling the Mary Jane’s she said, “Um, I’m not sure I like those. They taste old.”  Probably because they’ve been sitting on the shelf for YEARS and we’re the first people to even consider buying them. Yum.

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