Happy St. Paddy's Day!

Top of the mornin' to ya ...

 ... and the rest of the day too!

Winna, winna, lobsta dinna!

I can't even remember the last time I had a lobster dinner, so when my Indonesian friends and I went out to dinner at Red Maple, and the lobster was the "buy one, get one" special, we had to get it.  There were three ways we could have it and we opted for the lobster in ginger sauce.  It had a good flavor, the only thing is ... I don't know how to properly eat lobster. It was very messy trying to get the meat out and eating the head was quite an experience.  I can't eat anything that is gawking at me ... and when I got into its head and saw greenish looking stuff ... I had to stop.  I guess I'm a princess and I'll have my lobster next time already cracked, opened and shell peeled off ready to eat.

The Creation

My friend, Julie, is teaching the Relief Society lesson this Sunday on the creation.  She asked me if I had any stories I can share about the topic. What? Does she think I've been around that long? Okay, okay, she didn't mean it that way ... but it did bring back a memory from my days in Primary ...

So, I was about 11-years-old and therefore one of the older kids in Primary.  During a particular Sharing Time the teacher did an exercise where each child would go up to the microphone and name something God had created in question form and the rest of the Primary would answer by practically screaming, "God made the [whatever]!"  Example:

Q: "Who made the birds?"

A: "God made the birds!"

Q: "Who made the trees?"

A: "God made the trees!"

So it went on ... After a while it started getting pretty hard naming some of God's creations without it being a repetition.  So then a younger child excitedly went up to the mic and he yelled out, "Who made the babies?" ... Ummm, some of us just had the talk about the birds and the bees and we had to pause ... good thing some of the younger kids were not armed with the knowledge yet and proceeded to answer, "God made the babies ..."  Well, yeah, I guess ... with the help of mom and dad ...

Say what?

With so many cell phone towers around these days, calls that break up isn't as frequent as it used to be.  I had a conversation that went something like this about a decade ago with a boss ...

Boss:  ... run a conflict check *%!# me on the U-*%!# *%!# -iac Fou-*%!# -tion.

Me:  What was that? You're breaking up on me!

Boss:  *%!# conflict *%!# for me on the U-*%!# *%!# -iac Fou-*%!# -tion.  You know, the *%!# -eeders!

Then the call was dropped.  I'm racking my brains? I'm pretty sure he wanted me to run a conflicts check on some foundation, but which one? I think the first word is "Utah" ... second, [something]-iac ... and the last word I'm sure is "Foundation" ... then what did he say, "you know, the [something]-eeders"? I don't know where my mind was but my best guess was that he had said "Utah Nymphomaniac Foundation? You know, the breeders" .... could there be such a thing?

Turned out he said, "Utah Hemophilia Foundation. You know, the bleeders."  Wow! That made quite the difference!

When I eat an orange ...

You know how the membranes of peeled oranges harden when you leave it out for a while? I swear it's the best way to eat them ...

A classy move that made an impression ...

Twice a year, a certain client hold their Board Meeting at our office.  The Board would fly in from all overt he country and meet all day in one of our conference rooms.  Today, they were here for such a meeting.  I arranged to have an assortment of drinks and lunch brought in.  After the meeting adjourned, I started cleaning up the room and putting away a few things, and I missed saying goodbye to a few people.  One of the board members called me about half an hour later.

Client:  Inge, I didn't have a chance to say goodbye because another board member was in a rush to get out of there.

Me: I'm glad you called, did you forget something?

Client: No, I just didn't have a chance to say goodbye and wanted to thank you for your help today.  It was good to see you again.

How nice is that?

Dude! I think they're called panties ...

A few years ago at a Christmas party, we talked about family traditions.  One man in the group told us of his resourceful grandma who would make him briefs from her old silk night gowns ... Hmmm ... Dude! I think they're called panties ...or is it man-ties?