Showing posts with label tcm. Show all posts
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Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Tom, Dick and Harry

Do y'all remember that old expression "every Tom, Dick and Harry in town"? As in, "I'm not going to offer to take in sewing for every Tom, Dick and Harry in town...just my relations."

Just a couple of days ago, I realized that "Tom, Dick and Harry" ARE my relations.

Tom: my mom's oldest brother. His name is Thomas. I call him Uncle Tommy, his sons call him "D" (because when they were very young they couldn't say "dad" and "D" stuck) and his illegitimate grandson calls him "Big D", or at least that's what they're trying to get him to call him.

Dick: my second cousin*. His name is Richard (and currently he goes by Rich) but when he was younger, he was known by the formerly popular nickname for Richard: Dick.

Harry: my dumbass cousin. He is actually Tom's son and therefore my first cousin. I refer to him as my dumbass cousin because the kid is actually very smart but makes poor life choices. For example, his exit from the university system did not include a diploma, a gown or a GPA higher than 0.9. On a 4.0 scale. Following that adventure he moved home where he proceeded to get involved with a girl who was 3 years (or so) his junior. So when she got pregnant, she was a junior in high school...and under 18. She has since started dating someone else (with whom she exchanges text messages during our family functions, which she attends with the blessed child) as has Harry. But his last girlfriend dumped him because he tried to hire strippers while out of town for a football game.** Like I said, poor life choices.


Next time you hear the phrase "Tom, Dick and Harry" you can think of me and my family. Granted, it might be a while before you hear that phrase again, because it's not exactly new lingo, but when you do...you can think of me.



*Background on this terminology: His mother is my grandmother's sister. He is my mother's cousin and therefore my second cousin. Unlike TCM, who is my third cousin because her mother is my mother's cousin. Just wanted to point out that these people are ACTUAL kin and not just creekwater kin.

**Or something like that. I get most information on Harry from another cousin.

Thursday, May 28, 2009

Valuable Real Estate

"I'd been sittin' there a while and I forgot. D'you ever forget? Happened to me." - Ron White

I forget stuff. Like giving Rosie a check for football tix four times in a row. And that my license expired and required renewal before I could board the flight I just booked. Or that I need to email TCM. And whether Grandmother's birthday is April 4 or April 6.

But with all the stuff I forget, I manage to remember a shocking amount of crap. Like what I wore to work on May 12, 2008 (a black and white leaf print dress with red peep-toe flats). And all the words to Legally Blonde (seriously...all of them. ask Pickle).

I'm kinda fascinated by which pieces of info permanently lodge themselves in my brain. Why is it that I remember Maid Marian's parents' address but not the last time I watered the plant in my living room?

Most recently, I realized that I remember the coffee order of a former client.

Over the course of last summer, my team put together several events for our clients and through these events, I bought my clients a bit of coffee. Here's what I learned:
The Rouse likes a short americano, with two raw sugar packets
Derby Girl will usually have what I'm having, or a grande nonfat mocha
Montana and Conan also like the grande nonfat mocha

Trivia, for sure and that's all well and good. I also know Baconmeister's beverage (grande iced latte in a venti cup with extra ice and a splash of half and half) and that PattyCake recently switched to a tall skinny vanilla latte (from grande...fewer $$, fewer calories).

But the one that kinda bugs me is this: Ferris was a spokesperson I worked with very briefly last year. He is no longer employed by or affiliated with my client and therefore no longer affiliated with my team or me. And yet...if I ran into him in Starbucks, I'd be not at all surprised to hear him order a venti americano with sugar free vanilla syrup.

Can I please reclaim that space in my brain?