I want to be a cook. I try to make yummy stuff. My kids say they like what I make, usually. So tonight I’m inspired. I wanted to make wheat crust, chicken pesto pizza. I didn’t plan well. By 8 pm the pizza was done. It sucked. The crust was rubber. It didn’t cook well. I don’t get it. I think I’m either cursed or cooking challenged. I want a personal chef.

I guess I set my expectations too high for people and some days things bother me more than others. Today I went to (we’ll call it the “Y”) for privacy’s sake. I asked the worker who was at the counter if I could sign up my kids for a soccer club beginning next month, if it wasn’t full, I told her. She first had no clue of such club and asked if I wanted Itty Bitty Soccer. I said no, I wanted the soccer club. “All we have is Itty Bitty Soccer.” I said I talked to someone who said there was a soccer club. She asked who I talked to. I said “the guy who runs the soccer club.” She looked at her list and lo and behold there was a soccer club. Not the sharpest tack in the box. So she hands me the paperwork, and says “yes, there’s room.” So I fill it out and write the check. She takes it and sits at the computer. Tap, tap, tap. Pause. “Oh,” she says “looks like we’re full.” I say, “So, I did all this for nothing,” pointing at the paperwork. She snottily replies, “We don’t update it every hour or anything.” I said, “You could have looked it up before I filled out all the papers.” She just stares at me. I walk out. Was it unreasonable to think that “Y” employee would look at a more reliable source before handing out paperwork? I have Wednesday issues.

Ok folks, I know you were thirsty from this dry spell of my witty and engaging blogging so I am back. Passwords restored and annoying computer made peace with. Hang on some fun is a’comin.