Happy Friday! I lifted this from Ajh at Age Groups Rock:
Feeling excited for Easter.
Reading the stacks of magazines I seemed to have subscribed to.
Longing for some spring-like weather.
Laughing at the image in my head of my MIL getting her brisket and the rest of Passover Seder through airport security.
Crying when I think of Sandyhook. Still.
Looking forward to getting a new phone today. Mostly because Thing 1 is getting my old one and it’s probably the most exciting day in her life. Hello 2 million texts.
Journaling: I’d like to say I’m diligent with my food journal but that is not the case
Celebrating my niece’s 14th birthday next week.
Eating nothing right now, shocking I know. Especially since I had a baking jag yesterday and made apple pie w/oatmeal crumb top, aka heaven in a crust. Thankfully I got it out of the house safely.
Running the washing machine. One of the few chores I enjoy…kind of.
Hoping my jerk knee cooperates at tomorrow’s 5k.
Anticipating throwing myself over an egg at the runners’ egg hunt tomorrow and winning a destination race pkg. to Big Sur with 10 of my running besties. Self-fulfilling prophecy right? One can dream.
Planning ice show and competition costumes for my girls.
Drinking Snickerdandy coffee from A Southern Season in NC.
Missing having a destination race on the calender this year (so far) with my running besties. Tomorrow’s golden egg will change that.
Listening to birdsong before the rest of the house wakes.
Appreciating the sunshine and the many blessings in my life.
What are you _____ing? Anyone racing this weekend? Egg hunting?
Yesterday I took Thing 2 to a friend’s house for a play date. The mom asked me if we’d met before. I told her, in fact, this was our third meeting, and we moved on.
It got me to thinking though: I feel like the number of people who do not remember me is higher than ‘usual’ whatever usual is. I may have mentioned the neighbor across the street who, every time she sees me on the school bus stop, looks at me as if it’s for the first time.
There are more occasions I won’t bore you with where people simply have no recollection of ever seeing me before. Not that this is a big deal. My ego is not so huge that I require everyone to stop and take notice of me when I enter a room. In fact, I think there’s much to be said for anonymity.
But what if people are so forgetful because I am not making a good first impression, or any impression for that matter?
Who do you notice?
- Someone larger than life? Um, I’m 5’2″
- Someone loud? Not me either.
- Flashily dressed? I looked at my coats: 2 olive 2 black, 2 white. No flash here.
I probably get noticed the most at races, likely because of this blog and the fact that I love me some hi-viz gear.
So does it bother me that I am often overlooked in ‘civilian’ life? Not really. But I’d rather not be seen as a boring, shrinking violet. I guess being overlooked is better than being known for rudeness, complaining, etc.
Or maybe people are so wrapped up in their own affairs, they simply aren’t mindful when they interact with others?
Typically I’m very good at remembering names and faces. Except one time when my mom and I were in the bakery dept at Costco of all places. A guy putting out pies stopped me and said “you’re Marcia aren’t you?” Stunned, I had no freaking clue who this guy was.
Me: “Yes, do I know you?”
Then he goes: “We went to high school together. I was a year behind you. I was on the swim team and I’d always see you in the dance studio when I passed by on my way to practice.”
Me: Blank. I never knew this guy. I had a stalker/admirer? and didn’t even know it until a bazillion years later! Maybe it’s better that way. And now here he is arranging pies…
Apparently someone remembered me.
Are you good at remembering names and faces? Do people remember you?