As I was filling my cup at the local Circle K with my medication of choice a friendly face laughingly commented that she was glad to see a long distant runner imbibing carbination. I shook my head and confessed that a helpful person had once tried to motivate me to better health by observing, "Imagine how fast you'd could run if..." My silent response to this "other peoples life helper" was, "Savor your superiority. I'm doing the best I can do." One of my favorite Marianisms is: My mediocrity is my most endearing quality. Which paraphrases nicely to savor your superiority which I'm going to embroider to a t-shirt to wear to special places.
Today I left my dirty kitchen and other housekeeping projects to be the guest receptionist at Isaacson Engineering. Connie Shreeve left the company so I'm out of my comfort zone and here at the office answering the phone and blogging. Ken kind of offered me the position but vetoed my sewing machine coming with me so I'll just take the guest part willing to have a recurring role. Anyway, being here kind of highlights my lack of training for this kind of out of house stuff. My mediocrity on display makes me chant, "There's no place like home! There's no place like home!" But with my limitations in office work did allow me time to blog!
3 comments:
I added a link! Your blog is fun to read. You are definitely the writer in the family. You probably could write books and make money!
Hey so, I linked your blog through naomi's. I'd have to agree with her, I don't usually read long posts, just for sake of spending too much time on the computer, but I started reading yours and got hooked. I read your whole blog, very entertaining. It's fun to see what going on with you and your fam. I like how you distinguish the favorites. If my mom had that "ism" then I might for once, be a favorite. Ha ha.
I am oh-so-glad to see you have joined the blogging craze. Will you get my mom to update hers, please? She hasn't done anything since April when I helped her get one going. As I read your posts, I completely hear your voice saying it all. AND, as long as you're spilling on your favorites, wouldn't I be the favorite child of your dear friend? I think SO. :)
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