Button gets first formula one victory!
I don’t know what a formula one victory is? It looks like some sort of car race based on the picture flashing on my screen, but Button? …I like .
When Todd was a hospital pharmacist(still is), and I was a pharmacy technician there was a patient that was admitted often. Her name was “Shortsleeve.” The first time I read the label I cracked up, so Todd was sure to point it out to me whenever Mrs. Shortsleeve was in again. I‘d take the label printed off the computer and pull Mrs. Shortsleeve‘s meds, smiling all the while. (That's right...Todd knew how to work the ladies).
When we were looking for our current house, I made the first trip to Virginia solo, to narrow our choices.
The conversation from my cell phone went like this:
“Well…there’s one off of Rivermont Ave. It’s nice. But…..there’s another one…… a bit further out in the country. It isn’t exactly what we’re looking for…..but the street name is Holiday Bob! How fun would that be?”
Todd, ever the voice of reason talked me out of Holiday Bob, and the house we‘re in is much more appropriate for us, but still…..I do think the silliness factor is a legitmate one to consider! How many times will I write that address down? How many times will I smile?
In one of Jerry Jampolsky’s books (sorry can‘t remember which one), there is a story about an old lady who changed her name to Happy. People responded to her differently and she lived out her life in a much more adventerous and happy way. For a long time I fantasized about changing my name to Happy too, (until Adam Sandler came out with one of his dumb movies and that took care of that).
At least there’s Lardna. And by Lardna I mean my friend Kathy(pictured below). It started at a Thai restaurant about 12 years ago. Someone said something insulting no doubt(in gest), and someone called the other one Lardna (a dessert on the menu) and now we both refer to each other as Lardna every chance we get. Of course we have other nick-names for each other.
Hers: Slim-goody (one of my dates actually called her this once).
K.C.: She was lamenting that she wanted a nickname, so I put her initals together and gave her one.
Me: Long & lush (refers to my hair not my stature. I’m 5’2. Can only be used if my hair is long at the time).
Speaking of Kathy, her name is really Kathleen, and she prefers to be called that. She didn’t tell me this til’ about 15 years into the friendship,(what the?) so forgive the above slip. Anyhoo…..Kathleen is due for one of our annual scary close ups for her fridge. Print it out yourself, Lardna...and don't give me any trouble or I'll tell them about that thing with you and feet.
Long & Lush