Thoughts on Being Lost and Other Things

I still play the new card. We have lived in Norfolk for just over 13 months now, and I am still playing the "hey I am new in town card". Especially non-helpful in regards to learning my way around is that I am exceptionally spoiled by not having to drive many places (save for the grocery store, the Target, and the Lucy places like PetSmart and the vet). All of our favorite restaurants, the movie theatre, the mall, the museums, the hockey games, the real theatre, the freaking opera for crying out loud, are all within walking distance, and I absolutely love it. But, again, I haven't really learned my way around this still-new-to-me area of the world. So, imagine my humor when I frequently get asked for directions. Not kidding, it has happened 3 times in the past 7 days alone. I always feel so bad for these poor people, and give them a very sympathetic smile as I hear the beginnings of their question, "Excuse me, ma'am, but do you know where I can find such and such place?". Out of these last three inquiries, I at least knew the street one old man was asking about, but still managed to get him lost because I had myself turned around (I was at the gas station, in my defense, and I barely go there once a month). So sorry, kind old man, so sorry. Wednesday, I was stopped on the street while walking Lucy (this is usually where these transactions occur), and I felt so bad because the lady was trying to get to the Children's Hospital, and I had no idea where it was. I know there is a thrift store nearby that donates profits to the Children's Hospital, but somehow, I didn't think that knowledge would be helpful to her. Luckily, there was a city official/park maintenance/something or other guy walking out of one of the gardens just as I had given her my woeful speech about not knowing how to help her, so I begged him to go be of assistance, and felt much better about myself. Perhaps I should try looking less friendly, and then these poor people will stop approaching me and having their hopes dashed when it turns out the friendly girl with the cute dog really can't help. I'm sorry, folks. My bitch face isn't real. It's for your own benefit, trust me. You don't want to approach me and ask me directions, I will only disappoint!

I finally got our Christmas cards ordered. It was quite the mad rush because, well, if you know me at all, you understand. I love the cards (bonus: the hubs actually did too!), we got sent the wrong envelopes (I ordered modified rectangular, but they sent square so now I won't be able to have super cute Christmas stamps on our cards. Horror of horrors), and I have them all addressed, and waiting to be licked and stamped. Which brings me to my point for this section - why have we not moved in the direction of ALL envelopes having those little peel and stick tabs? Why are we still in the dark ages of having to manually lick all of these envelopes? Seriously, how is this too much to ask? Sigh. I will add this to my list of things that I need someone to hurry up and get working on for me. Chop chop.

Finally, does anyone know if one can overdose on eggnog? We have been drinking it in our nightcap of hot chocolate, and it has been delightful. Slow down, December. I need to enjoy my 30 days of Christmas music, eggnog drinking, and sparkly feelings a little more thoroughly.