Shalee tagged me for my second ever meme—and when you are a newbie blogger that is a really cool thing! Even if you are ratting on yourself. (So totally high school, I know, but hey I’m geeky like that.) It was a surprise when I realized that she didn’t live terribly far away. And I thought…well just maybe, she’d be nice enough to meet for coffee sometime. And she was kind enough to agree! Brave, isn’t she?
Driving to our little meet-up I kept thinking to myself, “Good grief! You’ve pestered this poor soul into meeting you. What was she thinking?"
I’m not sure what she was thinking but I can tell you she has the patience of Job because she put up with me for two and a half hours! She should get a medal for patience & bravery…I am just saying. She didn’t even roll her eyes at me once, or have her husband call and get her out of the bookstore for an “emergency.”
We settled on meeting at a local Barnes & Noble, because who can go wrong with coffee and books? I figured if she was totally bored she could at least look at some books instead of listening to me. But she scored us some comfy seating and we ended up talking almost the whole time and then stopping off in the kid-lit section to get books for our respective darling children—okay her two are darling, my two…ummm…apparently didn’t win the angel award while I was gone.
How do you talk for two and a half hours to someone you just met? I don’t know, but we met just after eight and I was still blabbing at her when Barnes & Noble was starting to clean up… We chatted about books and blogging and husbands and children and family and how God does the most amazingly perfect things in lives, even in some unsettling circumstances. But driving home I realized that there were some serious issues that we had forgotten to cover—I totally forgot to razz her about her latest wildlife sightings and close encounters.
She said that she’d be nice and not tell you what a total goober I am, but if she saw my little escapade leaving the parking lot, she might just spill the beans.
So Shalee—if that was you I pulled out of the parking lot after, I really wasn’t lost. I knew where I was the whole entire time…it just wasn’t where I wanted to be. And I did get turned around and headed the right direction…after a bit. And if that wasn’t you—just pretend you didn’t read this last part and you don’t know I still get lost when I cross that state line.