Joining in on Nursemyra’s end-o’-month Friday fun!
Inappropriate? Maybe. Fun? Absolutely.
Got an advertisement in the mail for a new Kroger* store. Being a bachelor now, with a hefty alimony to grind my teeth over… look forward to happily …hell, tell it like it is… grind my teeth over paying each month, I checked out what deals could be found.
The flyer introduced the new store’s management team, with pictures and their management titles.
Now, many all of you know I’m a bit of a perv, so my eye immediately went to one job title in particular**…
Ooo!! I’m now wondering how I can get one of those on my team…
But, yeah…Poor Denise***…
*…or, as my Girl Child says, “Kay-Rogers”…must make it sound more exotic or something.
**…and guessing many all of you have perv tendencies so don’t need me pointing out or explaining which specific one I’m talking about…right?
***She is pretty damn cute. But I think it’d be creepy to go stalk track her down based on a K-Roger’s ad.
Girl Child is moving stuff from the soon-to-be-sold ex-homestead to my condo* in preparation for her leaving for the Peace Corps. Moving stuff over the past few days, Daughter Person (DP) brought over a van full of stuff yesterday evening. I’d just returned from a bike ride and was still in my bike shorts. DP stepped out of the van, saw me, and did a double take…
DP: Hey! You’re bowlegged!
GnuKid: Yeah…just a bit…
DP: How long have you been bowlegged?
GK: All my life…how long have you known me?
DP: I just never noticed before now… does it hurt?
GK: Why would it hurt? I’m just a little bit bowlegged and never had an issue.
DP: Wow…I just never observed that before!
Sheesh…she lives with me 22 years–including trips to the beach and summer shorts weather–and just now noticed?
Glad she didn’t try and go into detective work…
*It may alter my decor of “Bachelor Eclectic”, but I can live with that. And I’ll find room in the garage for her boxes of stuff.
Yep, a ‘Proud Pop Moment’.
My recently graduated Girl Child was accepted into the Peace Corps. I always knew she wanted to help the world.
I admit to being a bit hesitant to her quest for this. She has, in the past, had a naïve moment or three. She wants to see the entire world, not giving a care to the realities of where she wants to go.
An example –
Her university partners every year with a foreign government to do a study project — economic or political. The selected students do tons of research, seeking solutions to the issue presented by that foreign government, and culminating in the students going there for a week to present their findings. A couple years ago, Girl Child came home saying she desperately wanted to do that. She said the students the year prior went to Thailand. Knowing her penchant for acting emotionally on travel issues, I asked where this year’s project would be. “I don’t know!”, she replied, “…I think it’s in Syria*.” Whoa… stop the train, dear girl.
So, when she talked about going to the Peace Corps, I was picturing her requesting Somalia (“…to help those poor pirates…”) or some such. Still, I supported her self-nomination process**.
But, here she is. Accepted. Off to help others. In South Africa.
I’m so damn proud of her.
And, damn right, I’m going to go visit her when she gets settled in.
*Noted for not only being aggressively anti-American, but for being rather severely sexist towards women. Not a good place for a young, American girl to go.
**Peace Corps selection is a notoriously long and painful process. Plan on at least a year and be prepared for getting no feedback in the interim. Frustrating.