10.10.11

Papa's Girl but Mother's Daughter


I may be my Papa’s girl but I am my mother’s daughter.  Proof?

Friday afternoon we had to go to the grocery store for the supplies for Sunday’s dinner and the breakfast I was creating for a late second dinner that evening.  I hate the grocery store.  This is not an unfounded feeling!  It’s because I’m not there often enough to know where things are and I end up wandering for many more minutes than would be necessary if I knew the store.  I was trying to put on a happy face, time was short for us {per usual} and I did not want an ornery moment to ruin even a minute.  But we couldn’t find the pumpkin puree.  For three aisles I kept my mouth shut.  I scanned the shelves but could find nothing and hiding my frustration vibes is impossible.  Special words ran through my mind but were not released.  Finally he asked, “Kas, do you want me to help you?”  I hid the roll of my eyes and nodded my head.  He took the cart and led the way, back three aisles.  There on the second to last shelf sat the puree.  DANG HIM!! It was at this moment that I expressed my HATRED for the grocery store.  He did his best not to laugh in my face but failed. It wasn't until we sat at dinner that I finally let go of my frustration and laughed about it all.

Saturday Doc and I made a trip to Tai Pan Wholesale {or something to that end}.  I was so excited as the end result was Christmas but quickly got overwhelmed with all of the pretty/sparkly/shiny/breaky items on the shelves {sticking out of the shelves and hitting my head as I walked past}.  We went through a doorway and Christmas smacked us in the face.  THERE WAS SO MUCH!! He was asked if I liked a sort-of-sparkly-pinecone set or a super-sparkly-pinecone set and I replied the sort-of-sparkly set with a bit of a frown on my face as I was not thrilled with the sparkles.  He picked up on that {I’m not sure if he should get credit for being observant or if I should learn to have a bit of a better poker face} and then pulled some non-sparkly-pinecones and said, “These.”  I smiled and said sincerely, “This is why I keep you around Doc.”  As my words escaped my mouth I immediately heard a laugh.  It was not the deep laugh of Doc.  It was almost a snorted laugh as it was attempted to be stifled.  I turned to discover U {He was decked out in his Ute gear}, probably mid-thirties slightly balding friend, following around his wife or sister. Then I started to giggle, my anxiety of all of these decisions {silver/gold, pine/more pine, thick ribbon/skinny ribbon, red/red {yep, two different reds} fading away into nothing as SOMEONE understood.  We still spent an hour roaming those aisles but every 15 min or so U would walk by and we would share a mutual understanding and nod. Please do NOT misunderstand, I am more than thrilled for my Christmas and more than thrilled for the time Doc and I spent laughing {as he was humorous as we walked through his happy place}.  But I am not comfortable in this store, I don't have knowledge of things in this store.  I have to ask so many questions and then be asked so many questions about my opinions. Even my credit card company thought it was funny that I was there – they don’t deny my card at the clubs in LA at 2 am {purchasing Coke} but the RED FLAGS go up when I’m at a wholesale ‘make house and home pretty’ place … that made me laugh!



And then we have yesterday.  Sunday dinner.  I do not claim to be a chef/baker, in fact I often claim the contrary.  But it’s fall, which is almost my favorite.  And it’s pumpkin taste time, which is one of my favorite tastes.  And so for my family, which I love so very much, I cooked out of a pumpkin ~ for 12 people.  As I listened to Christmas music {putting me in a happy place for the cooking moments} I laughed, an apron clad Kasi in her tights browning meat, gutting a pumpkin, and dicing the onions.  Only for those I love and only if the presentation is appropriate.

How are these incidents reminding me that I am like my mother?  Have you met my mother?!? But I’m also my Papa’s girl as at the end of the night on Saturday we hopped in the car to get the best ice cream in the state as a reward for me being an adult about a particular situation.  And yesterday we settled in underneath the train blanket and watched a funny film and then ridiculous youtube videos.

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