I am a friendly person by nature. I will talk to almost everyone about any variety of topics. I'm the one who will walk up to a parent and child I don't know at the practice fields, not only to introduce myself, but also to find out if they belong to our team. I can hold my own in a conversation about almost any topic, even if I don't have an opinion one way or the other, and seem like I'm totally knowledgeable.
It's something that I find very easy to do. It's also really easy to make friends that way, only they aren't really friends...more like really good acquaintances. I can count the number of solid, true-blue friends I have on one hand, my second hand because my right hand is comprised totally of family. There are several friends that I've thought were those true-blue, always there when you need them, never wavering types of friends, but, as with everything else, life is full of surprises and disappointments.
All that to say that I haven't really made friends with anyone who lives in my apartment complex. I'm just not interested. I keep to myself, because let's be honest...wrangling these two yahoos that I call my children takes a lot of time and effort. I know most of the kids in the complex because they come to collect one/both of my boys, but their parents? I've only met a couple.
On Monday, right before lunch time, B and I ran to Market Street to grab some fruit and a Lunchable because he was only with me for one more day this week. When we meandered over the produce section, we literally ran into one of my friends and his two boys. His boys and my boys have become inseparable, it seems. They ask to play together all the time, and it doesn't work out very often due to scheduling conflicts, but it was almost like it was fate that we ran into each other. So, while we chatted, the boys caused a ruckus near the peaches and oranges, and people gave us a ton of weird looks. Suffice it to say...we probably won't ever be allowed in Market Street simultaneously.
At some point, N's dad dropped him off at the grocery store to meet me, which sounds totally bizarre, but it's normal. I promise. He joined in, begging to be able to play together. We decided to give in and opt for a Kid Kountry play date. We met a couple of hours later, and had the greatest afternoon. The boys played tag and had an impromptu water fight with water bottles drained, filled, and refilled at the water fountain. If you were at Kid Kountry on Monday afternoon and trying to use the water fountain, I sincerely apologize. They were extremely territorial.
After that, we wandered to the cars to get soccer balls, scooters, footballs, frisbees, and anything else that was in there. The boys got treated to ice cream by the other boys' dad, and then we headed to the open fields. The older boys played soccer, the younger boys played frisbee or rode scooters, and I got to hang out reading a book...until the soccer ball and frisbee started flying at me, and then it was on. There were audible gasps when I connected with the soccer ball, then again when I punted it back to them. I can catch and throw a frisbee, too. I'm multi-purpose.
I'm not sure who started the ice fight, but I have my suspicions. All I know is that I ended up with ice in my shirt, both front and back, and down the back of my shorts. I wasn't the only one, but as the only female, I'm pretty sure I was the only intended target. Later, we ended the day with a cherry seed spitting contest.
Good times were had by all...and I take great pride in the fact that I hit the intended target on my first attempt.
Pretty good for a girl and all...
Aubs
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