Blackberry
Pink Shirt Guy!!
Last evening, I was a speaker at an event – I know, I can fool some people some time π . In any case, I reached there a little early to avoid traffic and settled down at a nearby bar with a glass of wine to work the pitch out in my mind.
This was a bar where the servers did not wear name tags. Which was a bummer since I like to address a person by his or her name to say thanks when leaving.
So, to be smart, I tried to quickly glance at the receipt to see the name of this elderly lady who was serving me. It was Anne. But I was struck by what name she had given me without asking my name π
I did get her to take a picture of me – so I could put this post together !!
So after all the Starbucks names, I have a new name – The Pink Shirt Guy!!
Pen picture of me
Teenage-speak
Last night, I volunteered to take my teenager daughter to the football game in her old high school. On the way there, I made an attempt to see if I could wean her away from the constant earbuds-in-her-ears mode and have an actual conversation with her.
First I got the car radio on her favorite channel and then started talking about shoes, hairstyles, her girlfriends etc. Things picked up surprisingly well. They were going well enough that at one point of time I decided to start teasing her about boys.
So I went “how about
She: “Yeah, what about him”?
Me: “I thought you thought he looked cute”
She: “He did”
Me: “And….. What happened?”
She: “Puberty happened. That messed up everything”
Me: AWKWARD SILENCE for a long time.
She went back to her earbuds-in-her-ears π π
Sometimes, I think she does this purposely to shut me up. If that is true, she is spending waaaay too much time with her mother π π
Newsflash!
No biz like shoe-biz :-)
Pregnant?
I am at the doctor’s today to do some follow up blood work. Just met the nurse – Yvonne, an awesome grandmom of two who just moved from Queens – and she convinced me to take the flu shots, which I have been always skeptical about. (With all due respect to Pasteur, shoving in half-dead organisms into me with a sharp needle is only a marginally more palatable idea than the flu itself).
But then she also gave me a long form to fill up. While I had consented to those half-dead organisms, I certainly had not bargained for those forms.
So to get back at her, under “Are you pregnant”?, I checked off – “Don’t Know” with an additional note “Never tested” to further confuse matters π
Here I am sitting in the check up room now – fully expecting Yvonne to bring in a really blunt needle π
Ah! Starry eyed Indians!
During my 5 mile run this morning, I heard something on Wait Wait Don’t Tell Me Newsquiz. After the run, I had to look up the Internet to verify it. This is beyond funny. You read it for yourself…
Here is the link:
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2378860/Stars-eyes-Indian-army-mistakes-Jupiter-Venus-Chinese-spy-drones.html
And here is an excerpt:
Stars in their eyes: Indian army mistakes Jupiter and Venus for Chinese spy drones
Military recorded 155 air violations above the disputed Himalayan border it shares with China between April 2012 and February 2013
India feared that China was making nighttime incursions into its territory
But two astronomers confirmed the ‘spy drones’ were actually planets




