I can smile at the old days

Today's question is in tribute to my grandma, who passed away on Friday.

I have so many wonderful memories of her (and my grandpa) from growing up. We spent so much time with them, doing everything from playing baseball in their backyard to helping in the kitchen. They were completely and totally everything you think of when you think of "grandparents." I'm sure many of you have special memories of your own that bring a smile to your face when you think about them.

What is your fondest memory of your grandparents?

I'm a Believer

Easter has come and gone. Peter Cottontail is hopping back up the bunny trail, and parents everywhere are breathing a sigh of relief that their Easter Bunny duties are over. No more crouching down in impossibly small places to hide eggs and scrounging around for the perfect solid milk chocolate Easter bunny for the little ones' baskets (because everyone knows the hollow ones are a total letdown). Other than a possible visit or two from the Tooth Fairy that makes you wriggle a few bucks under your child's pillow, you're safe until December when you need to start perfecting your Ho Ho Hos and dropping hints as to what kind of cookies "Santa" really likes to find waiting w/that tall glass of milk on Christmas Eve.

Yes, holidays are so much more innocent for the young believers. We've all been there... enamored with the magic of the holidays until somehow, things just don't quite add up anymore. Maybe it was the glimpse of Uncle Joe passed out downstairs in his Santa suit with a bottle of whiskey on Christmas Eve, or the sight of Mom stuffing in a few last minute basket items that pesky bunny "forgot."

Tell us how you finally learned the truth or when you started to question the logistics of it all. Maybe you're frantically trying to keep the dream alive for your own kids or secretly wishing they'd just figure it out already. Either way, let us know about your own holiday hijinx of years gone by.

Read My... Shirt?

I have never felt safer than I do working here. Everywhere I look, I see members of our Security team, and the other day, I even saw someone from the FBI! Well, at least I thought I did until, using my own detective skills, I discovered that this fine chap was in charge of a new branch of governmental protection... Female Body Inspection.

Ugh. I'm happy that your daughter is Daddy's Little Diva and that Jesus is your homeboy. But do you really need to display it on a shirt for the world to know? It seems that now more than ever, words are printed all over our attire. Shirts, hats, bags... you name it. They all seem to be saying something.

My apologies if your clothing falls into this category. By all means, let us know what your favorite expressive shirts say and why you love them so much. We're two pretty open-minded peas. Otherwise, tell us about some of the more ridiculous, rude or downright weird clothing statements (literally) that you've seen lately.

Hollywood! La la la la la la la, Hollywood!

I am forever telling A Pea that someone needs to make a movie about her life. Specifically, about the crazy men that she attracts. I'd pay money to see it. I'm pretty sure people would be rolling in the aisles. I envision scene after scene of crazy date after crazy date. Or phone call, take your pick.

Which, of course, leads to the inevitable question, "Okay, T Pea, but who would play me?"

Hm.

"I'm not sure, that's a good question. In fact, that's a GREAT question for today's QOD!"

"Okay. Who's going to write it?"

I guess that would be me, what with the new filters at A Pea's work and all. (Curse them. Don't they know we have important business to conduct here?)

Don't you love how I've extended this into so much more than it really is? Okay, I'll cut to the chase. We'll go with a classic/old standby today.

If someone was going to make a movie out of your life, who would play you?

What a way to make a living.

While we're on the topic of jobs...

My father-in-law is addicted to that show -- "Worst Jobs Ever," or something like that. (I'm trying to find the actual name and am not having much luck -- anyone know what I'm talking about?) There are days when I may be frustrated in my job, but I do have to admit that it is not the Worst Job Ever. In fact, I actually like it most days. And on the days that I don't, well... at least I'm not cleaning Port-O-Potties for a living.

I know some of you have had some rather, well, interesting jobs. Take a break from your [hopefully not horrible] day and tell us about your Worst Job Ever. Or, if you don't really have a horror story, tell us about some of the weirdest things you've ever done to make a buck and put beer food on the table.

Take This Job...

Country music fan or not, you probably know how the rest of the blog title goes. Forgive me, but it's Monday, and I just can't bring myself to focus on things for one more minute.

Have you ever wished that you were one of those people who got up in the morning excited to go to work? Or maybe you are one of the lucky chosen few that feel that way. (If so, send a few pointers to the rest of us, will ya?) But if you, like me, have questioned whether or not these people actually exist, chances are you're not among them. Nonetheless, it's hard not to admire them and believe that someday, you too will stumble across an opportunity that brings you that kind of contentment. Maybe, just maybe, there is a job out there that can capture the joy, passion, creativity or whatever else is lacking in your current situation.

Taking into account that money is no option (you've got plenty) and you're free to choose a job that would bring you the riches that wealth alone can't offer, what job would materialize from your dream world to occupy your waking hours?

Pucker Up, Buttercup

Last night, ABC debuted a trainwreck of a show known as "Here Come the Newlyweds." Expecting an up-to-date version of the sometimes ridiculous, always amusing Newlywed Game, my mom tuned in, only to be disappointed by the lackluster show and its dimwitted participants.

She shared that in one of the brilliant skits, the lucky grooms were blindfolded and had to correctly identify their wives after being kissed on the cheek by all the females. Seriously, how the heck would you know?! Your loved one's kiss would have to be pretty memorable to register recognition with a simple peck on the check.

But then again, some kisses are that memorable. More often that not, good or bad, it's the first kiss. We aren't asking for gory details, but give us a bit of a hint as to what it was like for you. Maybe you were the boy on the playground pinning down all the girls in first grade, or possibly you were the late bloomer that didn't understand what all the hype was about until you were well into high school. Were you so happy to finally seal the deal with your long sought after crush, or did you find yourself wondering why you had just locked lips with the creepy kid next door in a twisted 4th grade game of spin the bottle? Whatever the circumstances, we're pretty sure you have some kind of story. Fill us in :)