Golf, Accents, and Accidents

This week has been my vacation. A self-declared vacation. Just needed a week off to hang out with the kids, swim all day, read a book, just relax. Of course, the mom-guilt kicked in a few times, and the business-owner guilt, but I banished the guilts with afternoon naps. Ahhh...I've done some thinking and planning and dreaming too over the week, so hopefully I'll come back refreshed and energized...and ready to get back to work, and the kids back to school.

Being out of the store, though, I kinda forgot who I am. Without the chocolategirl part of me, all week I felt like I was forgetting something. Then I'd say to myself, "Oh yeah," and that would be that. A few times, as hard as it is to believe, I would forget the GIGANTIC lollies on the van, and twice I was approached this week. "Hey, you have that chocolate store..." or "Hey, we're coming to a birthday party there next week." I ran into a fewpeople who had bought Groupons for the store, and talked to them about what I do. I had a long conversation about chocolate in the line at Target. I even took an order standing around talking after church. Reflecting on the week, I am thinking, maybe I AM getting my name out there...maybe it will just take awhile. Accidents? I suppose. Good accidents.

Now, on to golf. You know, our Savannah made the golf team and she did pretty well, but she needs more practice. We just so happen to have a golf pro that lives by us, so today I approached him and asked him about private lessons. He happened to know someone who knows me and so I got some good advice, and HOPEFULLY a discount. Then, as I was walking off, he asked, "Hey, how's the Chocolate Pops going?" Now, he's Australian I think, so when he said, Chocolate Pops, I melted a bit. Nothing like an accent to make me melt. Nothing like someone saying YOUR name with an accent to make you melt more. I tell you this, because I like you and want to make you giggle...I walked off, wondering how in the world he knew about my store, and wow! I must be famous. Then I see my van, and go, DUH!!!! Here I am, feeling proud, then duh! Hilarious...and sooo like me.

I've enjoyed this vacation. Now, off to get more famous, hee hee.