Poor Cone…

Gained a little weight, turns into a barrel and gets cast aside!  Don’t worry, I still love you cone.

Is It Really That Popular?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It seems that people are searching “Time Life Romancing the Seventies” and hitting my blog A LOT.  I am not sure if they are looking for my blog, or if they are looking for something else.  So, if you are one of the people that have arrived here by searching “romancing the 70’s” please let me know?!

The Nicest Surprise

A couple of years ago, right after the Christmas & New Year Holiday, I have volunteered to work “Late Night” at work. Where I go in at 11 am and work through 8 pm. No biggy. People were still in vacation mode, so phones were silent. I knew that my “girls” – the German & Brazilian interns that were living with me were at home. We didn’t have plans, we all still had to work the next day.

I get home at 8:20, walk in, say “hello” to them and then realized, there was an extra person there. Not someone that “didn’t belong” because this was very much one of his homes, but well, he had gone back to Germany?! There was a couple of seconds of confusion followed by pure and utter elation.

He made a special trip – just for the day – on his way back from Vegas to Germany to see me. I felt incredibly special and loved.

Love is the only way I can express my feelings for my dear friend, but the word in no way encompasses what he means to me. He truly became family, as have a few others that have lived with me and/or my family over the years. This was the first time in many years that I had such a connection with one of the International students though. He reminded me so much of my other German brother too. I fell in love immediately.

I was able to go visit him and his mother, who became another “Mom” to me as well. And then, she came to visit me and my family, and my parents visited them too. Just one big happy family.

I was just sitting here thinking about that day where I felt like I was the most important person in someone else’s life and thought I’d share.

FOILED AGAIN!

They’ve MULTIPLIED!  Now the pizza guy will NEVER find my house :’(

Those darn proliferating cones…

Can’t Wait Until The Lilacs Bloom!

Quick, Order a Pizza!

I live on a fairly busy road.  Busy enough that it almost seems more private because people seem to be in a hurry.

I thought when I moved in here that it would be easy since it’s a main throughway for the city, but I quickly realized when ordering a pizza, that’s not the case.

It is comical watching the pizza delivery guys trying to find the house.  I don’t make it any easier for them though ~ I don’t have my address on the house.  I have it on a slate at the end of the drive, but they seem to overlook it.  That is their fault, not mine.

One icy night, me and the girls (I had 2 international students here at the time) ordered our favorite delivery, Marcos Pizza.  Complete with cheesy bread. We were like little kids waiting at the window for the pizza delivery guy.  THERE HE IS! …and there he goes… We ended up calling the place after we saw him drive by like 6 times.  We were laughing hysterically at first.  We were even flashing the flood light off and on in hopes that it would be a guiding light, a beacon; to no avail.  Then, it just got ridiculous.  The kid ended up calling us with a total attitude,

“Uh, this is Marcos.  I have been looking for your house. I am getting really annoyed.”

“Yeah, we are annoyed too.  We’ve seen you drive by like 6 times”

“We’ll if I can’t find you in the next 2 minutes, you aren’t getting your pizza”

What an ass.  Seriously, I am being punished because you can’t follow directions?  “9th house down from the cemeteries, on the left.  2 story, with lights flashing on and off as if to signal you…”  During this conversation, I ended up going out to the street “Yeah, you see the woman in the street waving her arm at you?  No? Ok, I am TWO HOUSES UP…in the MIDDLE of the street.  I am the only person STANDING in the street.  Dude, I can see you looking all around.  Look straight ahead.  There you go…yes.  See that person?  Yeah. That is me.”

It took over an hour to get the pizza. It was a disappointing pizza.

A couple of days ago, I started seeing construction signs planted on the side of my street.  They are spread out about a mile, but the funny thing is that there is one lone traffic cone.  This lone traffic cone just happens to be right at my driveway.  I am feeling inspired to call & order a pizza so, for once, they can clearly identify my house “Yeah, turn left at the traffic cone.”

Progress!

Not bad for 15 weeks work!  Just a hair short of 20 pounds…