Archive for the ‘Lala’ Category

No . . . You Surely Aren’t (Part Two)

September 1, 2017

It would be inaccurate to say that Lala had a cavalier attitude toward money before she moved out, but now that she’s living in a self-imposed state of constant financial crisis, she has become intensely frugal to a degree that I occasionally find worrying, but understandable.  I didn’t realize how much her attitude toward money had changed though until I paid for her dinner out recently.

When the check arrived I didn’t think anything of it because I’m painfully aware of the cost of dining out in this area (which is why I prefer not to do it very often), but I saw Lala’s eyes widen at the cost of her meal, then she gasped out a horrified realization of something that I had known for the past three years or so:

“I’m no longer a cheap date!” she cried.

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No . . . You Surely Aren’t (Part One)

August 31, 2017

To finally continue the story that I started on Monday, one of my major objections to Lala moving out was that I knew full well just how damn expensive everything is where I live, particularly when you’re living on your own.  At the time she tried to tell me that she thought it would help her better learn the value of money and how to better manage her finances.

While I felt those were important lessons, in this case I felt like she was proposing to learn them via the “sink or swim in a pool of razor blades” method, and “surely” she didn’t need to go to such extremes.

And in hindsight, I was surely and completely wrong about that, and it only took one recent meal to make that abundantly clear to me.

And That’s Easy For Me To Admit . . . Now

August 28, 2017

A while back Lala moved out and into her own place not too far from here, so we still get to see her a lot.  This makes everybody happy . . . now.  When the idea was first floated to me though, I was, to put it mildly, against it.  I could probably spend hours recounting why I was against it at the time, but in addition to that making for boring conversation, there’s another reason I’m not going to do that.

Because I was wrong!

Something I Began To Suspect Thirty Minutes Before The Movie Ended

July 25, 2017

“Just watch the first ten minutes of this movie, and if you don’t like it, we can watch something else,” Lala said last night.

This sounded reasonable to me, so I watched the first ten minutes and did indeed enjoy it, so I watched the rest of the movie.

Now if only she had suggested I watch the last ten minutes of the movie, I’d have known not to waste my time . . .

Oh. Oh! Then Yes I DID See You, But . . . Um . . . Yeah, I Saw You

July 3, 2017

So I’m out driving today, and while stopped at a stop light I noticed somebody’s arm flailing out the driver’s side window from a car ahead of me.  It takes me a moment, because all I can really see is the arm, but I eventually decide the gesture is intended to be a wave.

Why is that idiot waving? I thought to myself.  It’s not like anybody can tell why they’re waving, or even who they’re waving to!

When I got home I found Lala had arrived there just before I did, and the first thing she said to me was “Did you see me earlier?”

“No,” I answered.  (Yes, I know that you see where this is going, but at the time I had zero reason to expect what was about to happen next.)

“Really?” she asked, sounding disappointed.  “I waved and everything . . .”

My Kingdom For A Cross Street!

June 27, 2017

Today my entry was delayed by my decision to accompany my son and Lala on a little outing that turned out to be not quite so little after all.  The main reason for this was because at one point our next destination was close “as the crow flies,” but we were driving, not riding crows . . .

That Still Counts, I Guess

May 18, 2017

“You are a goddess among mortals,” I told Lala yesterday as she handed me a much needed cup of cheer.

Preening, she responded with, “I’ve always known that, but it’s nice to have it acknowledged.”

I looked at her askance.  “A goddess of arrogance, it seems,” I sighed.

I Thought It Was The Perfect Retort

April 24, 2017

The other day at work one of Lala’s coworkers literally swept her off her feet into a hug.  Now, Lala is on the tall side, so this was a new experience for her.

“He just picked me up like I was nothing!” she gushed to another coworker.

“Oh, honey, you’re beautiful!” said coworker replied, meaning well, but completely missing the point and underscoring just how . . . odd this culture can be when it comes weight.

Lala just looked at her quizzically and retorted, “Nobody said anything about me being ugly!”

Not . . . Both Of Them, No

March 16, 2017

After posting yesterday, I told Lala that I had “successfully found two thoughts to rub together,” and that I was going back to bed now.

“Those thoughts were about girls, weren’t they?” she asked with a smirk.

Lala, I’m Looking At YOU!

January 12, 2017

This week my son’s class talked about the power of the word “yet” in the sense that it’s not that you “can’t” do something, it’s just that you can’t do it yet.

It’s an important lesson, and I say that as a parent who has all but banned his son from using the word “never” until he learns to use it properly and not just as part of a frustrated “I’ll never be able to do this!”  (Spoiler:  Once he calms down and stops fussing at whatever it is he’s fussing at, he usually can, and when he can’t, he generally just needs more practice before he can.)

Still . . .  there’s a time and a place for every lesson, and when you know that someone is feeling awful after a terrible night, and they’ve just snarled at you for greeting them with a cheery “Good morning!”, grinning at them and saying “You mean it’s not a good morning yet!” is just flat out poking the bear.