It's 7 Quick Takes Friday! How was your week?
Phillip took the day off work and went with me to the beach I was raving about last week. I knew he would love the clear water, and he did. And since it was just him and me, we didn't even have to rush home so someone could get to work/gymnastics/cross-country/whatever. We had nothing whatsoever on the calendar and I actually sat at the beach and read a book, which I don't think I've done since 2002.
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Emoticons are back. Not the picture emojis that eventually replaced them, I'm talking about the OG symbols where you figured out how to use existing keys on the keyboard to depict a facial expression. Like this:
:)
or this:
:0
or this:
;-P
It looks like my 17-year-old downloaded some kind of an emoticon keyboard, because in a text conversation with my husband he sent him this:
Phillip knows it's 'woah' (not 'wo',) but he seems unconcerned about the difference. |
All I have to say is :-/
This generation just doesn't understand. Emoticons were about using what was available to express ourselves in a makeshift kind of way. If you invent non-standard symbols to make better emoticons, that defeats the whole point.
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This lady is all over my Facebook feed. This is the We Do Not Care Club, and the pointing and snapping one is absolutely me:
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Phillip and I are alone this week, because our kids all went to visit their grandparents. It's a little bizarre and the house seems lifeless in comparison, but Phillip and I are finishing lots of home projects and also enjoying more time together than usual.
One afternoon we went out for dosa, which was good but the meat filling was pretty spicy.
Honestly, I don't understand how people can say they genuinely like spicy food. Spicy food doesn't have a flavor: the flavor is "ow." While you can tolerate the inside of your mouth hurting, I don't think you can really enjoy it.
At least I can't.
So I didn't finish my dosa, because I'm at the age where We Do Not Care to eat food we actively don't enjoy in the name of being adventurous.
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Companies are trying really hard to be funny and quirky now. Recently I ordered contacts for the 17-year-old and here were the shipping options:
And when we ordered patio furniture from Target, the status updates Phillip gets by email say things like: "Your order has shipped, oh boy (oh boy, oh boy!)" Calm down, Target. It's some Adirondack chairs and a coffee table, not my insulin.
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The porch swing we ordered for the front porch didn't arrive when it was supposed to, so I called customer service. They said it had been delivered and showed me a picture, and I recognized instantly where it was.
Down the street, there's the workshop of a carpenter/contractor. It doesn't look like a normal house and doesn't even have a mailbox or a front door, but somehow I still get packages misdelivered there sometimes.
When I showed up to retrieve the porch swing, the big box was lying at the front of the workshop, 2" away from a handwritten sign saying "This is NOT a home" with delivery instructions and a big arrow pointing to my other neighbor's house. So apparently they're having the same issue over there.
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My bi-monthly temple shift always begins with a prep meeting at 8 AM. It's part of my responsibility to run the meeting which always starts at 8 o'clock on the dot, and by some miracle I haven't been late to one yet. I'm never early, though.
This Wednesday I walked in at 7:58 and took a seat, and heard the temple matron say to the temple president, "See? There she is!"
Turning to me, she said, "He was saying 'Sister Evans isn't here yet!' and I told him 'Don't worry, she'll scoot in just a few seconds before we start.'" With a smile, she added "And you did."
It's not my fault. After having young children for so many years, I have a deep-seated fear of being early that will probably never go away. The worst possible thing was showing up early and using up their 15 minutes of good behavior before the thing even started.
Being early just doesn't make sense to me. It's always seemed much more advantageous to arrive like Indiana Jones skidding under the stone garage door in Raiders of the Lost Ark.
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We also saw a heron tip-toeing around, scanning the water patiently for fish:
These pictures were taken last week with my girls, but for all I know, it could be the same heron so it still counts.