Musings...
Jesse and I had a mother/daughter date on Saturday to celebrate her birthday. She wanted to spend the entire day downtown shopping and walking around the market. We had a wonderful time; bought some clothes, ate lots of fresh market fruit, perused the market trinkets etc. The only downside ( ok, downside for her but absolutely hilarious for me) was our walk down Sparks Street. When planning our date, we failed to consider that the annual rib fest was on that weekend. The market is filled with outdoor BBQ’s and vendors selling award winning ribs. Heaven for the carnivore, hell for the vegan. Jesse is a very strict vegan and to say she was grossed out would be putting it mildly. We had to walk right through the festival. Four streets of BBQ ribs everywhere you looked. She was turning green from the smell permeating the air. I was laughing so hard. Imagine, a poor little vegan girl walking through a haze of thousands of people, all gnawing on ribs like zombies, BBQ juices dripping down their chins. She’s convinced she’ll have nightmares forever. When we finally got to the end of the long mile, there were a few young protesters waving anti pig slaughter signs. Jess was going on about how great it was that people were speaking out against this supposed animal cruelty. Ten minutes later we’re in the market and we see the EXACT same people. Only this time, they have ditched their pig signs and are waving yet another sign. Guess what the sign read?
“Completely broke. Any spare change will do so I can eat” Priceless.
My very first boyfriend was Jeff. I was 14, he 16 and we were madly in love. We dated for 2 years but remained best friends for a very long time. In fact, it was he who introduced me to Scott 15 years ago. I had not seen, nor spoke to him in 8 years. No reason, just life’s craziness. That is, until yesterday. He found me on Facebook. I was blown away. It was wonderful to catch up via Facebook messages. We talked about our kids, homes, jobs etc. Here comes the shocker. He works in the SAME building as I do.
I’m at one end of the complex and he’s at the other and we never knew until yesterday.
How crazy is that? I’m going to stop by and surprise him this morning.
One more week left of the restaurant contract and I can’t wait! I’m so looking forward to some downtime. I decided that I was going to kick back for the summer and only work my usual 3.5 days a week. It’s going to be wonderful to be able to spend more time with my babies and Scott. Some days, I feel almost like an outsider. The world goes by and I was missing everything because of work. I really hated that. No more.
Maggie, my lab is a slut. I know, it pains me to say that but its true. She’s in heat and we’ve had to vigilantly keep her close these past few weeks. Last night, Scott let her out for a couple of minutes. When he called her in, she wouldn’t come so he went searching.
To his surprise, there was Maggie, at the neighbors, getting nailed by their boxer. Thank God the boxer is fixed but ewww gross. I can’t look her in the eye right now –sighs-
“Completely broke. Any spare change will do so I can eat” Priceless.
My very first boyfriend was Jeff. I was 14, he 16 and we were madly in love. We dated for 2 years but remained best friends for a very long time. In fact, it was he who introduced me to Scott 15 years ago. I had not seen, nor spoke to him in 8 years. No reason, just life’s craziness. That is, until yesterday. He found me on Facebook. I was blown away. It was wonderful to catch up via Facebook messages. We talked about our kids, homes, jobs etc. Here comes the shocker. He works in the SAME building as I do.
I’m at one end of the complex and he’s at the other and we never knew until yesterday.
How crazy is that? I’m going to stop by and surprise him this morning.
One more week left of the restaurant contract and I can’t wait! I’m so looking forward to some downtime. I decided that I was going to kick back for the summer and only work my usual 3.5 days a week. It’s going to be wonderful to be able to spend more time with my babies and Scott. Some days, I feel almost like an outsider. The world goes by and I was missing everything because of work. I really hated that. No more.
Maggie, my lab is a slut. I know, it pains me to say that but its true. She’s in heat and we’ve had to vigilantly keep her close these past few weeks. Last night, Scott let her out for a couple of minutes. When he called her in, she wouldn’t come so he went searching.
To his surprise, there was Maggie, at the neighbors, getting nailed by their boxer. Thank God the boxer is fixed but ewww gross. I can’t look her in the eye right now –sighs-
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