Tuesday's Thoughts

I just got back from a walk with Izzy.

It was surreal and a bit rattling.

As I walked by a neighbor was walking out to his car.

Let me preface this all with how much I love this guy, he reminds me of Rick in his quick wit, big heart and he too is a tall broad man.  Like Rick he hates football and because of size everyone assumes they are into it or played it.

Joe though is only 31. Cute as a button so Rick likes to say he's his younger brother.

When truthfully he could be Rick's son.

Ah the delusions of men.

But as Joe walked out to his car he did a double take to me and said, "Wow you look great - like the hair." I laughed and said, "Thank you Joe." And we said our have a nice day's and off we went.  My first thought was how odd that a man would notice my hair.

We walked a lot more and as we were coming around out from a wooded area my neighbor who lives across the street and down a ways pulled her car over and waited for me until I got closer.  She put her window down on the passenger side of the car, closest to me, and yelled out to me, "You really look good Peg and I wanted to tell you."  I am now puzzled. I said, "thank you but I don't even have make up on" She yelled, "well you look so good I had to let you know.  I'm off to Annapolis for a meeting so I have to run."  And off she went.

Now she is someone I know but we are not friends nor do we socialize so I am finding this really damn odd.

I am walking home and I am the sicko who talks to my dog and I said to Izzy, "how bad do I normally look for heaven's sake Iz?"  Is it that I am not wearing a baseball cap and my hair is longer?  Is it how I was dressed today?  Less layers sure do make me look thinner. (it's in the 40's today and after yesterdays 14 this is like summer)

I am happy that people think I look good but it is the dramatic way they are telling me that makes me think I have always looked like shit and no one was telling me.

So I call Rick.

He gives me husband answers. He loves me and he is blind. He thinks it's pretty funny.

So apparently blogger friends I have looked like hell for so long and now I don't.

Hah - I'm still dealing with disease and illness issues and extra weight so that is so far from  how I feel. But hey, compliments no matter how I get them, even back handed I suppose are better than none.

I think I am going to go burn my baseball caps now.

On a different topic - Girl Scout Cookies.

Oh how I love me some thin mints. I love them from the freezer to my little hand.

I love thin mints so much that I have been known to eat a sleeve for dinner with a glass of milk.  Of course this was when I was young, thin and could do that.

Now I'm gluten free and I see these damn things and I am jonesing. This is my crack.

But Rick can still eat them so we still buy them. Thankfully thin mints are not his thing so it makes it easier on me that the ones he likes I don't care for.

I was a girl scout. Yep back in the old days when we would wear our uniform and go door to door selling cookies.  I remember the trauma of having to deliver and my parents teaching me to make change. I cried in my kitchen while my mother would pretend she bought X amount of cookies and gave me so many dollars. I had to do this until there were no mistakes.  My parents didn't drive me or help me. I would load up my bike and deliver. Come back for more and deliver those. And you know what I remember most of all?

Hating delivering! But my parents told me that if I wanted to be a girl scout this was part of it.  I hated and honestly still do, having to do things vs. wanting to do them.

When I got home from school my mom would suggest I go out now before dinner. I am thankful that my parents tried to teach me those lessons - I just didn't see it until I was much much older. But that is always how it goes.  My parents got much smarter as I got older. 

Now I notice that in the 11 yrs I have lived here only 1 girl has come to my door year after year. I live in a planned community where most of us don't even lock our doors.

I refuse to buy them from the moms and kids who sit lazily in front of a store.

I wait for that girl who gets off her butt and rides her bike over to ask for the sale. 

I love that her mother and father are teaching her to work. 

Last year her dad came with her when she delivered because it wasn't on a Saturday or Sunday afternoon, it was after dinner and it was dark. He stood at the end of the porch and let her do her thing. I gave her a tip and she gave it back to me and said that I had given her too much. I told her it was a tip.  She turned to her dad and asked if she was aloud to take it. He nodded and sad, "yes but you know what to do."

She turned to me and thanked me very much and hoped I would enjoy my cookies." 

It was too friggin' cute! Great parenting as well. (and Daddy is hawt albeit a baby himself)

I am hoping that this young lady is still in scouts so Rick can get his cookies.

Otherwise I'll have to go online and buy them. Yes, I am that stubborn that I will not buy them from the mom's at the front door of my grocery store. 

I am a girl scout cookie curmudgeon.  Big Surprise right?