Poker Face

Strangers think its such a novelty that I am from exotic Pennsylvania. And I do mean strange. The other day Jacob and I went to Target to buy cat food for Asche, and I was writing a check so I had to show my ID. Luckily no one has given me a hassle that the addresses don't match, my license has my PA address and my checks have Danielle and Darren's. But I get "oooh Pennsylvania," a lot. This batty old cashier at Target was the most note-worthy to date. She asked me if I brought pictures. Uh, no? I don't think I even have any pictures of Pennsylvania, if I take pictures of scenery or anything its from vacations. And even if I did have pictures, why would I have them on me? She was so bizarre, and very disappointed, she was like no one ever brings pictures. Again, why would they? So then she asked me if I was down here for school and I told her I was babysitting, like it was her business. And she said oh well you can probably put yourself through school doing that, look where I work. What is that supposed to mean? I wasn't like oh I'm a manny, how horrid. The whole encounter, she was probably meant well, I'm sure she's harmless, but I was like, freeeak. This shouldn't come off as mean, if it does I'm not describing it well, it was just so weird for words.

At Unwrapped last night Molly Gee had a table selling her hair accessories, and I met her cousin Lisa. Libby Story had stuff too. I saw Josh Hailey, the photographer I went out with Molly Gee the first time, I said hello but I'm not sure he recognized me. I was wearing my Steve Madden boots, for the first time since last winter probably. I don't usually wear them without crew socks, but I don't have any, all I have are ankle socks. But I wanted to wear them so I did. The zipper of my right boots kept rubbing my leg, and when I took them off I had a red mark, so I guess i have to invest in longer socks. There was a lot going on and I went into this cool consignment shop called Orange Peel I think it was. I've never been to a consignment shop so I don't know, maybe this is how they all work, but I was impressed by the price tags. It had a price, but then it had dates spaced out every week or so, and the longer it was on the shelf the price would go down. I thought that was so interesting. Its kind of a gamble because you could want something and try to wait for the price to come down, but in the mean time somebody else could snatch it up. Some lady got me to sign a petition to make cruelty to dogs and cats a felony in Mississippi. Its one of only 4 states or something like that where its only a misdemeanor. She said she and her husband are pilots from some Base, I'm not sure which one. And she said that they have a rescue dog that was set on fire with an accelerant. That was my good deed for the year. Haha. Another woman had me try a piece of venison jerky. Luckily I was carrying Life Saver peppermints. It wasn't bad but I was glad I had those to get rid of the taste. Venison made me think of at my Grandma's old apartment from the kitchen window we could see into the neighbors yard and he had a deer hanging from the tree. There was also this store there that had funny t-shirts. One had the GAP logo, but it said CRAP. And there were some that said "I heart Mayonnaise," and other weird foods to profess love for on a T-Shirt. For some reason the blog doesn't accept the greater than symbol and number 3 to make a heart shape. It won't allow it to post.

This morning was blunder after blunder. When we pulled into the school, Olivia asked where her school bag was. I forgot it at the house. Usually she is carrying it when we leave, but I also usually either hand it to her or make sure she has it. I had also filled a zip lock bag with Cheerios for a snack for Jacob. This I also forgot. So we went to McDonalds and I got my iced coffee and some cookies for him. They were fresh and so the chocolate was gooey and got everywhere. I also think they put a different flavor in my coffee than the vanilla I ordered. So i took Jacob to the mall. We are mall walkers. He asked for the stroller, which I don't keep in the car but I guess I ought to. Danielle had said something about it a long time ago, but it hasn't come up with the kids until this morning. Jacob and I had gone to the mall earlier in the week, and he'll walk but every so often he begs to be carried. I will usually pick him up for a little bit, but ultimately tell him he's too heavy after a while and he walks again, for a little bit until he wants to be carried again. When we were at the mall the last time, he was whining when I wouldn't carry him, and started saying, "I'm to heavy to walk, can you pick me up?" Whatever floor we park at and enter on, he immediately wants to be on the other floor, and will ask if we can go upstairs, until we get there, then he wants to be downstairs, or vice versa.

There is a kiosk that sells helicopters that you put on this stick and pull the rip cord and the helicopter flies. Last time I specifically made a point to avoid it. This time I walked past and Jacob was commenting on it because the guy was demonstrating. And then he stopped us which I knew would happen. And then he was trying to get me to buy one by selling it to Jacob, which was so shady I thought.

Catherine and Adam are having Poker tonight. I am listening to Lady Gaga's Poker Face. Catherine said when she was teaching me that I didn't have a good one. It makes me think of one time how I had some of the Poker Face lyrics as my Facebook status. "Can't read my, Can't read my, No he can't read my Poker Face." Then I texted who I thought was my friend Lauren something about a boy, but it turned out I had actually texted it to the boy himself by accident. So I changed my status to "Apparently you don't have to read my Poker Face, I will just text my foot in my mouth." Aye yigh yigh.

xoxo, Travvy Gaga