Mome reads Mommy, My daughter's way to spell it when she was younger... It stuck. My son calls me Mome... just like it looks. I now sign all my notes to them "Love, Mome". It's our inside secret and makes them smile. I always want them to smile.

Tuesday, October 15, 2013

If I can't win...

I'm not sure why I was reminded of this today... but it feels like a story worth telling....

In my younger days... about 23 years ago, I happened across a restaurant/bar that I used to work at.  One where I dated/lived with the GM, worked at as a Manager and that my older brother was also a manager of. I had moved on, in my professional and personal life, but still enjoyed visiting with friends for food and drinks.

On this particular occasion,  our party was more than would be convenient at "the bar", so we sat at a table.

HE walked in.  I knew, in an instant, that I had to have what was his.

I walked up to him, asked where he got it (why do I remember this?) and he told me it was a gift from his "step dad".  He was a 20 something.  It didn't fit him, like it would fit me.  I asked if I could have it?  He said,  "If you can get me something to replace it, it's yours."

Mission On.

I walked to the lobby, where more of these "things" were hanging.  Trying to pick the perfect one to replace the one I coveted.

The GM (ex boyfriend/roommate) asked what I was looking at.  I didn't realize that I had my arms crossed against my chest, and he asked, "Did you spill something?"  I totally went with that, and said "yes.'

He asked what size I needed, to which I replied "extra large?"

He went to storage and gave me a shirt... free of charge... which I immediately turned over to the boy who had the shirt I wanted.

He took his new shirt and gave me his,


A shirt I finally let go of last year (23 years later).  and sadly so. (but it was time, so many holes)

One that spoke of my personality perfectly and on that I am reminded of today, with current bullshit that afflicts our daily lives,

Here's what it said (I so wish I had a pic)  And lit was embroidered in different colored thread, kinda like a kid would write it...

If I can't win
I don't want to play!

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