So My Mother Gets a Call...

Looks like these would slow down as we both get a little older, but someone always feels the need to pass on "news" as some call it. This news person can remain nameless because as you know we never make fun of people here and of course it is embarrassing to find your name on the web, as this story points out.

Seems that my Mother got a call informing her that the December 17th issue of the Diboll Free press has a little community news column that carries this one liner reporting a change of address for me and my wife and I copy and paste for your enjoyment:

"Cathy and Carl Wallace are getting ready for Christmas with their cute house on Groesbeck."

Verify at this address if you will:
http://www.dibollfreepress.com/news/2008/1217/news/012.html

I am a pretty busy guy. I suppose I could have got a cute house on Groesbeck ready for Christmas and not even noticed. Being my wife's name is mentioned it is possible that we did it on an off day of hers after she worked the night before, (her own words, "Stupid Day") and she would not have noticed for sure.

I guess I could really have, my mother no doubt thinks it's possible I would purchase a different home just to make trying economic times interesting, confuse the kids coming in for Christmas or who knows what else. I think maybe it's the bull in a China Shop Syndrome. You know what I'm talking about. Bull gets in China Shop. He thinks he just did a little. Everyone else thinks he did a lot. I think this happens to me often. After some event reaches it's conclusion, it could be something at church, a musical gig or even a patient treatment people all come up and say "thanks for all you did!" and I am left standing there thinking, "well I did not really do all that much."

So either I am all ape shat with modesty tonight or these thoughts in my old head are turning to visions of pooping in a China Shop, at church, during a musical gig, a patient treatment or on Groesbeck Street.