It all started with an invitation to sub for Bunco.
For the uninformed, bunco is a dice game with EXACTLY 12 people–no more, no less, hence my use of the capitalized “EXACTLY.” You roll your dice (“and take your chances”–Nathan Jessup: A Few Good Men) and rotate partners and foursomes for a few hours. There’s also good chatting and constant snacking so it’s a hit with the 40-80 somethings. A fellow wild & crazy soccer mom called me The Day Of to sub for her wild & crazy group. “We’re piling in my Suburban and going out there at 6:00.”
Sounds good.
Only I didn’t know ”going out there” meant travelling 30+ minutes away to East Bumble Chesapeake. No worries, though. We had a fine time chatting amongst ourselves and stopping along the way to pick up other carpoolers I didn’t know, as well as the most mouth-watering scrumptuloso parmesan chicken wings EVAH. Since I only knew my one soccer mom, I got to chatting up the other ladies in the ‘burban and we were having a good ol’ time before we even got there.
And then…
My mind was blown.
We pull up in the driveway in East Bumble Chesapeake and behold, a Michigan liscence plate. Huh.
The parents of the hostess were there visiting from Michigan. They live in Brighton. Interesting.
The hostess welcomed us in and I KNEW that I knew her from somewhere. Not here. We looked at each other curiously for a few minutes and guessed a few times:
Gymboree? No
Church? Nuh uh
Pampered Chef? Don’t think so.
So she moved on to her hostess duties and I chatted up the Michigan parents.
Me: I just moved from Plymouth.
The Parents: Oh, really? We lived in Ridgewood West.
Me: THAT’S MY OLD NEIGHBORHOOD!
Them, namely the Mom: I was an office assistant at Canton High School.
Then I TOTALLY remembered her, the mom, walking me from the Canton High School office to the drama department to ask about tickets for Into The Woods…was that 2 springs ago? I believe so.
But WAIT! There’s MORE!
Back to the hostess. She heard me talking about Plymouth and Canton High School and asked if I had ever signed up my kids at the Cultural Center (which I had to think about because we always called it the Ice Skating Place). Yes! Yes I DID sign up my kids for rec. soccer, hockey, skating, and a myriad of other events at the Plymouth Cultural Center! With HER!
The hostess of the Bunco in East Bumble Chesapeake where I was asked to sub just hours before was the lady who signed up my kids and took my checks and offered me pens seasonally from 2003-2008 in the frozen tundra of Plymouth, MI 48170.
We sing a song at church called “God’s Big Backyard.”
Which I TOTALLY prefer over “I. A. S. W. A. A” (The pesky Disney song that worms its way into your head).
Hey, yo! It’s a BIG BACK YARD!
Hey, yo! A really BIG BACK YARD!
Everybody’s serving and doing their part,
And we all get together in the BIG BIG BIG BIG BIG BACK YARD!
very cool, shannon. His hand is in everything we do and everyone we touch. See – you touched her life way up here and didn’t even know it at the time.
love and kisses, Kimberlyn
No WAY! You are the best story teller EVAH =0) And ditto Kimberlyn.
Amen!
Hey Shannon, I just had to comment. I just read several days worth of entries and all I can say is GIRL, YOU KILL ME. I am sitting here laughing to myself while getting strange looks from George! Oh well, that’s nothing new!
There are no co-inky-dinks with God!
He has awesome organizational skillz!