...for a different kind of girl

silent surburban girl releasing her voice, not yet knowing what all she wants to say about her life and the things that make it spin. do you have to be 18 to be here? you'll know when i know.

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

small victories are better than none

I firmly believe in life's little victories, the things that happen to us from time to time that give us pause to celebrate. We all have them, tiny delights that make us want to high five a stranger or break out in a silly dance.

  • Stepping on the scale to find the number's dropped three pounds this week despite inhaling peanut M&M's like an ant eater over the last four days.
  • Waking up thinking the new day has started only to discover there's still four hours until the alarm goes off AND falling instantly back to sleep.
  • That moment at the end of the day when the bra comes off.
  • Finding a secret peanut M&M IN your bra when you take it off.
Those are just a few of my recent little victories, and believe me, given the past year or so of my life, I'm marking these occasions.

(believe this, too - that peanut M&M that falls out of your bra when you take it off? Melty deliciousness. Savor it. THAT'S the point!)

But the best thing that's happened to me lately? The thing that still has me smiling more than 24 hours later? A young man working at the grocery store referred to me as "Miss."


"Would you like a cart tonight, Miss?"

"Finding everything alright, Miss?"

"If you have any questions, Miss, don't hesitate to ask!"

"Are you having a good evening, Miss?"

"Paper or plastic, Miss?"

"Oh, please, Miss, I don't want you to stand out in this snow! Go ahead and get in your vehicle and I'll load these groceries in!"

"See you again soon, Miss!"

Excessive? Perhaps, but I'll be honest with you. I was so delighted by this moniker, I found myself purposely traversing aisles this young man was working in so he'd make further inquiries. It felt like I'd stepped into a Dickens novel. For one glorious hour, in what may have been the only hour of my life I've ever been referred to as such, I was a Miss. Not a Ma'am. Not nothing. A Miss! Cue the angels, sound the trumpets, give that boy a raise and a day off with pay, because I was a Miss! So delighted and charmed by this was I that I didn't even grumble when I got home and discovered this delightful young man loaded some heavier grocery items on top of not just my bananas but my eggs, too.

And why didn't I grumble? Because my two giant bags of peanut M&Ms were tucked safely and comfortably away together in their own bag. Oh, yes, thanks to this one simple act by this one kind person, I truly am one victorious Miss.



Blogger Craig said...

I LOVE that moment at the end of the day when the bra comes off. . .

And I didn't know that anteaters ate Peanut M&Ms. . .

I've never been called 'Miss' in my life. . . should I be jealous?


Wednesday, January 12, 2011 9:09:00 AM  
Blogger Bijoux said...

Frankly, I find it rude when people use the term 'Ma'am'.....I truly hate that word. But 'Miss?' LOVE IT! And if I'm snarky, they can call me 'Missy!'

Wednesday, January 12, 2011 9:31:00 AM  
Blogger Kate Coveny Hood said...

Excellent victory. I had one of those "miss" moments when I took my newborn twins to a Starbucks (I was 34 at the time and due to lack of sleep probably looked ten years older). The guy at the counter called me miss and then a woman in line asking me questions about the twins (someone always did) said, "oh - but you're so young." I felt like I was sweet sixteen during those 15 minutes. Princess for a day!

Wednesday, January 12, 2011 9:39:00 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Ditching the bra is one of the highlights of my day! Although lately I've been ditching one bra for a more uncomfortable one to workout but when THAT is finally over then I happily go braless for the rest of the evening.

I think that grocery store boy must be related to the sweetheart at my grocery store who cards me when I buy wine. He's the best!

Wednesday, January 12, 2011 9:44:00 AM  
Blogger Anna Whiston-Donaldson said...

Love this! I'll be on the lookout for small victories today!

Wednesday, January 12, 2011 9:54:00 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I'm a big fan of the bra removal time too, but for TOTALLY different reasons than you are, I'm sure!

I'd have wrestled you for that last M&M too!

Wednesday, January 12, 2011 11:13:00 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

You know what they say: a peanut M&M in the bra is worth two . . .

No, wait. That suddenly sounds just so wrong . . .

Wednesday, January 12, 2011 11:41:00 AM  
Blogger Kevin McKeever said...

Now if that lead singer from Train offered to eat the peanut M&M out of your bra ...

Wednesday, January 12, 2011 2:16:00 PM  
Blogger Logical Libby said...

I like the "Miss" thing too, unless it's my dentist, who says it in the smarmiest way possible. I want to knock his teeth out.

Wednesday, January 12, 2011 6:25:00 PM  
Blogger Cheryl said...

Ahhhh, sweetness thy name is young man at the store raised by a family of women. They done good with that one.

Wednesday, January 12, 2011 6:54:00 PM  
Blogger The Savage said...

Love this post, miss...

Thursday, January 13, 2011 4:25:00 AM  
Blogger SciFi Dad said...

The question is, at the end of this, how many men will chime in with their love of the bra removal?

Thursday, January 13, 2011 6:09:00 AM  
Blogger Lainey-Paney said...

Way to go, Miss.

Thursday, January 13, 2011 8:55:00 AM  
Blogger Pat said...

Damn! I haven't been called a "Miss" in so long! I'm jealous!

Love the time of day when I let the girls escape.

What a delight to find a hidden M&M inside! Yum!

Thursday, January 13, 2011 9:06:00 AM  
Blogger lime said...

savor it like the last melty m&m that tumbled from your bra!

Thursday, January 13, 2011 9:55:00 AM  
Blogger Leandra said...

Ah, I'd give just about anything for a "Miss" these days.

Would it be wrong if I started storing m&ms in my bra -- on purpose?

Thursday, January 13, 2011 10:52:00 AM  
Blogger Homemaker Man said...

I found a peanut m&m in my boxers once. Didn't seem like a good idea to eat it. I did, though.

Evening, Miss.

Thursday, January 13, 2011 8:49:00 PM  
Blogger 1blueshi1 said...

I have to admit it totally made my day when a couple of teenage boys checked me out in the parking lot at Zaxby's!

Thursday, January 13, 2011 9:23:00 PM  
Blogger San Diego Momma said...


That's great.


Great for you.

Do you know the last time I was referred to as "Miss"?

It was at a Richard Marx concert.

So right.

Good for you.


Thursday, January 13, 2011 11:44:00 PM  
Anonymous Bejewell said...

I feel the same way when our female office security guard Betty call me "girl."

"Girrrrl, you looking CUTE today!"

(as I saunter into elevator, in 4-inch-heels)"YOU GO, GIRRRLLL!!"

"Guuurrrrll, that siren got set off but I didn't go check it cuz I knew it was those boys from the Jiffy Lube messin' around again."

Clearly Betty believes I'm still in my teens. I love Betty.

Saturday, January 15, 2011 3:54:00 PM  
Blogger tattytiara said...

Oh indeed - I've actually half trained myself to wake up a couple hours early just so I can enjoy the bliss of rolling over and going back to sleep!

Sunday, January 16, 2011 5:13:00 PM  
Blogger AiringMyLaundry said...

Now I'd like some peanut M&Ms. I haven't had some in ages and they sound fabulous.

Monday, January 17, 2011 12:57:00 AM  
Blogger WILLIAM said...

You know you could just take the bra off in the middle of the day.

For that matter you could just leave some M&Ms in the bra just for that occasion.

Monday, January 17, 2011 12:50:00 PM  
Blogger Bob said...

Time will come when Miss turns into Mam. . . and even now when you're with Hubman it's likely the hostess in the eatery greets you with , "How are you guys doing tonight?" Guys? This drives Wifey up the wall. I'M NOT A GUY! she retorts.

When it comes to manners youngsters working in the service industry usually suck.

Tuesday, January 18, 2011 7:41:00 AM  
Anonymous Menopause Diaries said...

Love it when I set the girls free at night. Ahhhh sweet relief. And I live alone, so I just jump into my jammies and call it good! :)

Love me some peanut M7Ms. Mmmmmm. Melts in your mouth not in your....bra, apparently. hehe :)

Tuesday, January 18, 2011 6:29:00 PM  
Blogger for a different kind of girl said...

Craig - Anteaters clearly don't know what they're missing.

Cocotte - I'd willingly take a 'Missy' any day!

Kate - I honestly rode this 'Miss' high for a week, maybe more. Heck, I might start planning my grocery trips around this young man's work schedule!

Meg - I have been known to ditch the bra as soon as I've gotten into my van after work. I would, however, wait to do that until after I've purchased my wine!

Anna - I hope you've found plenty of them!

bikinfool - Any reason for bra ditching is a good reason for bra ditching!

tysdaddy - When it comes to peanut M&Ms, I think some wrongs actually can make a right.

Kevin - Good lord, man, if that were to happen, why, I think my heart would be bound to beat right out of my untrimmed chest!

Libby - My dentist calls me 'hon,' but I think it's more because he's older and not necessarily because I'm super sweet.

Cheryl - I knew immediately this is a young man who will make someone a good boyfriend one day.

Savage - Tip o' the hat, sir...

SciFi Dad - If they don't love it, they should give it a try! :)

Lainey-Paney - Thank you, Miss!

Pat - Trust me, a surprise bra M&M is truly one of life's joys. Try it. I'm not wrong!

lime - The moment still makes me sigh blissfully...just like I do when I fall into an M&M stupor!

Madame Queen - No, it wouldn't be wrong to store M&M's in your bra. Squirrels have survived this long with their nut storage techniques, so I figure we could learn a thing or two from them!

Homemaker Man - Never, and I mean never, leave a surprise undergarment treat left behind. In fact, let me also recommend Cheetos.

1blueshi1 - See? That's exactly what I mean when I say 'small victories.' :)

San Diego Momma - Oh, listen here, Miss. I will call you 'Miss.' Miss, Miss, Miss, and believe me when I say this, unlike Richard Marx, when I say it, it DOES mean something, these words that I say! :)

Bejewell - Beej, I would be walking by that security lady (strike that - security MISS) upward of 12 times a day. Screw work. I got ego stroking that needs to go on!

tattytiara - I find falling back to sleep works faster for me if I don't open my eyes all the way. However, I wish I didn't wake up before my alarm at all!

WhisperingWriter - I'm ashamed to admit that, at this moment, there's an obscene volume of peanut M&Ms in my house.

William - The bra does make a fancy M&M cozee. Practical on every level, really!

Bob - I get 'guy'd' a lot, too, which means that, in my service industry position, I try not to 'guy' and 'ma'am' people if I can help it.

Menopause Diaries - As soon as I hit 'send' on this set of replies, I'm off to enjoy the bra removing celebration that is the end of the day. I just wish that part of it hadn't come so late! (and they really DON'T melt in the bra!)

Tuesday, January 18, 2011 8:55:00 PM  
Blogger A Vapid Blonde said...

Ooh, the ma'am thing is infuriating.

I only get creepy stares from the "Children of The Corn Produce Kid"

It's a blend of "sexual tension and I want to eat your brains"

Thursday, January 20, 2011 9:39:00 AM  

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