So this last weekend had a couple of points of interest in it that I do actually remember. Yeah, I sat back long enough and mused enough for my memory to kick in at least a little bit. It's Monday, and I worked all three days at the world's largest retailer, so I'm kind of tired. One point about them though...
I have direct deposit like most of the world, so I don't ever go into personnel to pick up my pay stubs. After all, I know how much I get, so I don't worry about it. Well, they finally decided to mail out the check stubs in an envelope with a 41 cent stamp. Apparently, the world's largest retailer has difficulty weighing envelopes and placing the correct postage as I got a notice from the post office that I owed 17 cents for unpaid postage. There's something wrong with that...especially since if they wanted me to get my check stubs, I would have done it.
Every Saturday, we go out to eat with my brother, The Engineer. This week, we went out to a new place called Copeland's at 71st and 129th in Broken Arrow (if you're close enough). We actually went there because Ted's Escondido Cafe had a long wait...again. We actually end up in all kinds of places because Ted's is always so full. Gotta go eat at 4:00 to even get in in under an hour.
Anyway, while we were there, a waiter popped up and said he thought he recognized us. Turns out we knew him from eating at Compadre's, a Mexican restaurant that took over a long defunct gas station at 101st and 145th. We'd gone there fairly regularly a few years ago when this waiter's wife was pregnant, and I'd left him a larger than normal tip for snacks for the delivery. It's a small world.
As usual, I recognized his face, but had no idea who he was. But...that happens to me a lot. I have people say hey to me all the time (by name at that), and I just waive and say hey in return, but I never have any idea who they or how they know me. Sometimes, if I'm lucky, they'll tell me, but usually, every just keeps walking and I am left clueless.
As for Copeland's, just in case you were wondering, it was a little pricey, but as with so many other things in life, you get what you pay for. This means that the food was excellent and the waitstaff was probably the best I've ever had anywhere -- bar none. Sassy Pants dropped a fork and within moments, the waiter had it snatched up off the floor. He asked if we wanted the kids' food out first. And let me not forget the refills; he kept them coming. It was a very, very positive experience.
Now, we'd eaten a little earlier on Saturday because we wanted to get home so The Engineer could help us with our tree in the backyard that had a lot of broken branches. You see, due to my eye injury, I'm not allowed to deal with heights, so I'm stuck on the ground, despite my love of climbing trees. The Engineer had the chainsaw (with a new chain he'd been holding out on us) tied to a rope so he could drag it up the tree and not worry if he dropped it (which he did once).
The big drama there was when one of the branches came down. Now, I was on the ground observing everything and occasionally grabbing some hanging limbs to pull the branch into my yard, so I saw when the branch came down and the 'Y' of the branch landed on either side of him. When he cut one of the limbs so the branch would go ahead and fall the rest of the way down, some part of it came back and hit him in the face. He received a solid gash on the side of his eyebrow that initially looked like it needed stitches, but we used some medical tape to hold it together since it wasn't bleeding that bad after the initial rush.
Needless to say, he was done. I told him so.
Yesterday was Easter and we had quite the full day. Our pastor has this weird issue with holidays to where he doesn't seem to celebrate them at all. So at church, he continues to preach on whatever topic he left off on the week before. He's a regular scheherezade in this regard as he'll take a sermon with only three points and stretch it out to a month. He'll talk for an hour and comment, "would you believe that was just the introduction? I haven't reached my first point yet." So, we opted to visit another church before our regular service began at 10:30, so I could perform my musical responsibilities.
The other church was large and impersonal. They greeted us, sure, but we were on our own from there. We found our way into the sanctuary where we were largely ignored. We got comments on the princesses, but other than that and a rare handshake, no one eally cared. The service was more like a concert in that it was all very well rehearsed, but about as exciting as a funeral. If the people didn't have to stand, they didn't.
This is in stark contrast to our little church where the music flows very spontaneously, sometimes repeat ad nauseum, and no one sits for about 30-45 minutes worth of straight praise and worship. In comparison to the polished program we witnessed, we're downright raw in the best way possible.
Since we have three princesses, an Easter Egg hunt was imminent. Before church, we had a brief hunt in the house for some hard boiled eggs the Easter Bunny had hidden here and there. After our second service, we headed out to the Queen's maternal grandparents (referred by nearly everyone as Ma and Pa) for some lunch and another Easter Egg hunt, this time with plastic prize eggs that, of course, contained prizes.
Now, if the Queen's father is known for anything, it's his sharp wit. Ma and Pa have an in ground pool in their backyard complete with deck and everything, and this time of year, it is covered, but with the recent rain, there was standing water on top of the cover. Well, the Queen's father wasted no time in telling the princesses that the eggs with the money are at the bottom of the pool. The Queen is always quick to tell them not to go into the pool (not that they would...I hope).
Well, near the end, he mentioned the eggs at the bottom of the pool again, and Darth Vader was quick to reiterate that me, so I acted like I was going to jump in the pool. What did the Queen say? Well, you see, I had the camera and was taking pictures, so I didn't get anything like "don't do it," but instead she said, "not with the camera."
Not to be put aside by the undue care for the camera, I let her know that I was takign the underwater pictures of the egg hunt. It would be the Jacques Cousteau Easter Egg Hunt.
And a good laugh was had by all...
Monday, March 24, 2008
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