This has been in my 'crawl' (as John would say) for the last few months. Popping up every now and then reminding of my new 'shame.' Background...
Back in April I combined Easter with Alyssa's 11th Birthday party. Great day, delicious food, family. Then extra family showed up. My uncle and his daughter were out on the Harley and stopped in to chat. Fun! I love company! I turn on my hospitality charm and offer drinks and food, chairs and conversation. In a little while Alyssa pipes up asking to open gifts and I say 'Yes, but first let me get all this cleaned up." From the other end of the room my cousin pipes up: "When did you turn into a fuddy duddy?" "Accchh, acchh (coughing, maybe gagging). "
Fuddy Duddy? Immediate thoughts: 1. You just used the term 'fuddy duddy.' What does that make you? 2. Cleaning up cake plates before opening gifts makes me a fuddy duddy? Oh boy. Good thing she isn't here everyday.
Now today I remembered this: this cousin who with another cousin (now, I'm just going to tell you, these girls are between 5 and 8 years younger than me), told me two years ago they were thinking of going to visit another cousin (we have a big family) in Mexico City, and that while talking about it, they decided there wouldn't be anyone more fun to go with then, ahem, me. Heck yeah! You know it ladies, I'm fun! F-U-N! Fun!
Fast forward two years. I'm F-U-D-D-Y D-U-D-D-Y.
I have this thing with my memory... it's not real good. Sometimes that's great- I can't remember every dumb thing I've ever done. Sometimes it's not so great- like how I can't remember upcoming events (both major and minor). So, I'm guessing that it's this 'thing' with my memory that caused me to forget that I'm not who I was. The change came so completely, and yet so subtly and gradually, sometimes I forget that I changed at all.
Hence the shock at being called a fuddy duddy. I never got the memo. Hopefully my girlfriends don't' get the memo either, because I love them and don't want them to catch on that their friend is lame.
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And I quote: "Accchh, acchh (coughing, maybe gagging). " If YOU are a fuddy duddy then there can only be the following words to describe my lameness (I used thesaurus.com to look them up because I am THAT LAME): damaged, deficient, disappointing, displeasing, inadequate, insufficient, junky, mediocre, no good, not satisfying, not up to par, offensive, poor, rotten, unacceptable, unsatisfying, unsuitable, unworthy, useless
ReplyDeleteYou are pretty much THE funnest person I know and am honored that you would spend as much of your time with someone as (choose word from above) as me. :) XOXO
Oh my word, you are hilarious. And that is not in the list. As Joanne pointed out to me today, it's more that we are mature adults or grown up- not fuddy duddys. And seriously when I think about the fun we have, I agree. Your sense of humor totally cracks me up and I love laughing with you. But maybe, just to prove it, we'll stay up till 4am on the camping trip. No? No. You're right, that sounds horrible.
ReplyDeleteSome day the "younger and foolish" will understand that cleaning up cake plates first, leaves more time to drink wine and veg on the back patio with the hubs when everyone else is gone! You are my brand of "fuddy duddy"!!
ReplyDeleteHey by the way, when I read your blog, I can't see the words unless I highlight it. FYI.
ReplyDeleteOh Deb, I love your brilliant thoughts on life. And I completely agree. Thanks for the tip on the dark blog. New one coming...
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