Metal Meredith

Good lord, where did the time go?

I am hoping to settle a little when the kids go back to school and do a quick late December fill in with posting. After all, I know you are dying to hear all about my uneventful Christmas.

Right now, I am balancing 2 kids with no school, a new puppy and several family get togethers. New Year’s Day marks the last for us. Then, we will wave an ecstatic goodbye to this holiday season and open our arms to the new, normal and boring scheduled life we love so much.

Happy New Year to you all!

Last time I wrote about my experiences at Bunco with the preschool teachers and staff, I caught a lot of shit the next day from many of them. It appears that females who work at a church do not consider themselves “church women”. Unbeknownst to me, some took offense to this term. Apparently, using a descriptive like “church women” conjures up more of a Dana Carvey character than simply defining two aspects of their lives. I haven’t been invited to Bunco since.

This time, they decided to add a lot of alcohol to their system and things lightened up quite a bit. I won’t go into the conversations and the many things I learned. Mainly, because someone actually asked me if they had to worry about it showing up here now. In truth, the 15 people that read this don’t much care for gossip in the lives of others that I know. This also isn’t the place for me to share about anyone but me and my family. So, I will keep this quick and simple.

I was made a little fun of when I used the term ‘sofa’. I had no idea that this creates visions of Three’s Company in the heads of others when I use it. So when I got home, I had to ask Phil what he calls the large piece of furniture that warms our butts each night for hours while we play on computers and watch television. When he told me ‘couch’, I knew there was something behind my use of the word “sofa”.

So I did a little research. It took me about 15 seconds to figure it out. Tell me what you think: