Crazymama spotting
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I've gotten to the point i don't like to eat in at certain places because i get spotted every time. of course I'm already embarrassed enough that the people that work there all recognize me. ( i'm a creature of habit. and if i like certain things i like them alot.)
anyway. Friday night the hubs and i hit Costa Vida for dinner. (again! yeah it's like every other week i wanna go there what can i say? i love it) but it's to the point that I'm afraid I'm going to get "spotted" every time i go there.
I've been seen there ALOT. We run into people we've known in the past, or friends from my blog, etc. So Friday night someone from High school shows up but doesn't see me and i think I'm not going to go say hi. because i do that if I'm not sure they will know who i am.
the hubs is done eating and i finish up and say "HEY let's go. i'm done. let's get out of here. before that person sees me. or before someone else comes in."
he said ,"nah i just wanna sit here, relax a minute, people watch."
"WHAT?(I'm getting frantic now.) NO LET'S GO!" explaining, "if we can see other people then other people can see me."
he sits.
up walks his cousin. she comes by our table, says hi, talks for a minute and she's on her way. he had no clue who it is. and it's HIS FREAKING COUSIN!
he busted up laughing that first he doesn't even know his own cousin, and second because he made me sit there until someone came up to us and talked.
i'm dying and tell him, " UGH! I have a ZIT on my forehead and another one on my NOSE,i don't want to sit here and get spotted, let's go!"
he sits there and jokes about making up his own new blog called "Crazymama spotting" where people can go and post about spotting me out in public. which i admit was funny and i may have cackled. but i'm still ready to go we can joke about it in the car.
THEN NEXT THING I KNOW, this lady is coming up to say HI! holy crud! she knows us from an old neighborhood we used to live in, she wants details like how many kids we have now etc. chatty chatting. nicey nice.
then she walks away.
SO THE HUBS IS BUSTING UP LAUGHING!
MwAHAHAHAHAAAAAA finding huge amounts of entertainment that we can't go anywhere without running into people that know me/us. i should say me though, because he doesn't remember anyone for the life of him (recall the cousin he didn't remember). AND since he'd resisted leaving we'd been spotted TWICE! haha hahahahaha! so funnny.
so then i got up and said i was leaving without him if he wasn't coming right then, i had my own car keys and I'd had enough .
so we leave, and he needs some computer crap for his office.
so we went to Fry's electronics. ON. OUR. DATE.
where i stood around waiting for him to pick a dang monitor and some other stuff. i was DYING that is the lamest store ever especially when he's not willing to buy me a new laptop(they had a mini Hot pink one with my name all over it. or expensive camera (because all of the other mom bloggers have good cameras). When i told him I've never looked at the appliance section there, he told me they had TONS of stuff and started that way, I told him if we did, he'd have to buy me something new, he quickly went the other way.
so i may have whined while waiting , he called it payback for all the time he's stood around in stores waiting for me to pick out clothes or try things on. SURE, SURE, 'cuz he does that all the time?! um no! another guy even chimed in on it. the irony and the payback. BLECH!
anyway. I'm standing there waiting. and next thing i know we've been spotted again.
SERIOUSLY? this time it was him that got spotted by his brothers friend and his wife, and the couple was really fun to chat with. but still, who would have thought that would happen? i didn't.
and who else goes to fry's electronics on their date? apparently they do.
really I'm ready to move out of town.
QUESTIONS?! time to come out of hiding...speak up! tell the rest of the class!
~have you ever spotted me in public? was it memorable? the details. when, where, who. etc.
was it prearranged or just coincidence?
~Have you ever run into a different blog friend when you least expected it?
© 2009 crazymamaof6
9 comments:
I can almost hear your hubby laughing...lol! I have never run into you...that would be cool! I think I would go all "Rob Pattinson super fan" on you and REALLY make you want to run for your car...LOL!
ummm, Real Deals that's it unless I have forgotten.
♥ I can say that I've never seen or met ya! Not that it wouldn't be fun though. I've never met anyone from any blog okay unless it was preplanned... which would be ONCE! :) I guess that's what I get for living in MT! :)
Which cousin? Lance! (eyeroll!)
You're famous what can we say! I have to say I have not spotted you,now Ill be on the lookout..haha! j/k
It is such a small world though, and it always seems the times you don't want to be spotted you are...and its always when you are not looking or feeling your best...its happened to me...ugh!
Since I'm new to the blogging world I haven't had many "spotters" who know me/us from our blog but my hubs is a teacher and a Realtor so he gets spotted frequantly and like your hubs, he is horrible with names so he hopes that I'll say "Hi, I'm Kisha and you are???" so he can remember it.
WRONG!!
I am not one to just stick my hand out there and ask the name of someone I have never seen before!! Like you, I want to get in, get what I came for, and get out!
If I ever spot you in public, you will know. Because there will be a SCENE, sister.
I got spotted in a temple session.
:)
'nuff said.
It happens. And I'm sure it happens to YOU alot more than you realize because not everyone has the guts to come and say "hi" if they are lurkers...think about that one!!
That's what happens when you live where you grew up. We see people all the time! From High School. From old wards. From elementary school. Though I don't get random people who only know my blog. That would be a whole different level, I think. And I run into enough as it is. 5 kids and 50 lbs later, it's not always fun. My husband didn't grow up here, and we even run into people he knows all the time. Crazy.
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