Success vs Failure
Our friend Deanna has about 12,578 kids...
As I have stated before it is determined that everyday you get up, there is a better than 1 in 30 chance its one of our friend Deanna’s kids birthdays. Those odds are so good, that really we should just get up and call over there and find out if its anyone’s birthday. Its too hard to keep score of all those birthdays.
Deanna’s house should do what the nursing homes do, and just have a monthly party!
I tried several ways to remember them all. I lost all my date books, wrote myself notes and tied string to my fingers to try to remember. I had so much string tied to me that my hands when numb and almost needed an amputation.
I tried computerizing and getting an e-mail sent to me each time its one of their birthdays. But my mail program simply thought I was being spammed and sent the e-mails to the junk folder and I never got them. I went out and purchased a reminder program and the computer told me I was out of memory. Uh, yeah, that’s why I bought you!
So then we tried the system that Deanna would call Doodle early in the week and invite us to the party. This would give us time to shop for it and be there on time. Then the next Monday, Deanna would call me up all mad saying, “Where the hell were you Saturday?”
“What was Saturday?” I’d reply with a question.
“It was (insert name here) birthday!”
“I didn’t know.”
“Oh, I get it, SHE didn’t tell you.” The scene would repeat itself every other weekend. Deanna would then ask her why we didn’t come over, just to see what she’d say. “Oh HE (meaning me) didn’t want to go over, he was in one of his moods!”
I LOVE kid birthday parties, they are such a blast and kids live for them and it shows. I love CAKE! All you have to tell me its someone’s birthday and I am generally there without dispute.
Deanna knew I wasn’t the one behind the problem. I told her, call ME up the week of a party! So she did. “I’m calling you because the bitch will forget on purpose!”
Yet that week we didn’t forget a birthday. I had us all prepared, got the kid a nice thoughtful gift and showed up with bells on.
After the fun, I said to Deanna, “See how well this works? You call me, here we are...on time...great presents bought..fun had by all?”
I got a filthy look from Doodle, but the truth is the truth. I had to take it further, “See what happens when you tell a Ginny instead of a Polock? Stuff works out huh?”
Sometimes the difference between success and failure is who you tell!
As I have stated before it is determined that everyday you get up, there is a better than 1 in 30 chance its one of our friend Deanna’s kids birthdays. Those odds are so good, that really we should just get up and call over there and find out if its anyone’s birthday. Its too hard to keep score of all those birthdays.
Deanna’s house should do what the nursing homes do, and just have a monthly party!
I tried several ways to remember them all. I lost all my date books, wrote myself notes and tied string to my fingers to try to remember. I had so much string tied to me that my hands when numb and almost needed an amputation.
I tried computerizing and getting an e-mail sent to me each time its one of their birthdays. But my mail program simply thought I was being spammed and sent the e-mails to the junk folder and I never got them. I went out and purchased a reminder program and the computer told me I was out of memory. Uh, yeah, that’s why I bought you!
So then we tried the system that Deanna would call Doodle early in the week and invite us to the party. This would give us time to shop for it and be there on time. Then the next Monday, Deanna would call me up all mad saying, “Where the hell were you Saturday?”
“What was Saturday?” I’d reply with a question.
“It was (insert name here) birthday!”
“I didn’t know.”
“Oh, I get it, SHE didn’t tell you.” The scene would repeat itself every other weekend. Deanna would then ask her why we didn’t come over, just to see what she’d say. “Oh HE (meaning me) didn’t want to go over, he was in one of his moods!”
I LOVE kid birthday parties, they are such a blast and kids live for them and it shows. I love CAKE! All you have to tell me its someone’s birthday and I am generally there without dispute.
Deanna knew I wasn’t the one behind the problem. I told her, call ME up the week of a party! So she did. “I’m calling you because the bitch will forget on purpose!”
Yet that week we didn’t forget a birthday. I had us all prepared, got the kid a nice thoughtful gift and showed up with bells on.
After the fun, I said to Deanna, “See how well this works? You call me, here we are...on time...great presents bought..fun had by all?”
I got a filthy look from Doodle, but the truth is the truth. I had to take it further, “See what happens when you tell a Ginny instead of a Polock? Stuff works out huh?”
Sometimes the difference between success and failure is who you tell!
posted by CuzzinDave at 7:38 PM
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