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
Tuesday, May 28, 2013
Monday, May 27, 2013
Laundry is the best Sunday activity
...of all time. Seriously. I adore doing laundry. I did what felt like 18 loads today, but really, I think it was maybe 6. I piled it all on my freshly made bed, turned on an episode of the Gilmore Girls (while waiting for the Rangers/Mariners game to start) and got down to business. B was my hanger lackey, and it was finished in no time.
I always joke that IF I ever end up in a relationship again, I'll barter for laundry duties...even if I do have to do laundry for stinky, smelly boys. I'll trade any other duty for laundry duty. I know...it's a wonder I'm still single.
Anyway, after several loads of laundry, B was really bored, so he asked to go to the pool. It was intermittently sunny, so I told him to put on a swimsuit, and off we went. It was hoppin! There were a ton of people there, hanging out and playing water volleyball. B armed himself with water guns and went into battle. The problem is that nobody else realized they were in danger of attack.
It might've made it that much more entertaining.
I sat there, watching him attack while checking the updates on the Rangers game. I made friends (surprise, surprise) with some of the other residents, and as I sat there, I thought to myself, "It makes way more sense to have an end of season pool party than a laser tag adventure."
See, as the team mom (self-proclaimed, obviously), it's become my duty to set up a something for the boys for their hard work. And I've been thinking laser tag for forever...but now I'm thinking pool party because it's an undetermined length of time. People can come and go as they please...and that sounds way more fun.
Okay, then. Thanks for helping me make my decision easier.
After the pool, B and I rinsed off and then decided we were going to work out. Oh man...I don't know who was more zapped after the attempt to make my thighs skinny: me or him.
It's never a dull moment when he's around, that's for sure.
The good news is that I can see differences...in all aspects of my life, really. And that totally has to be a good thing.
Aubs
I always joke that IF I ever end up in a relationship again, I'll barter for laundry duties...even if I do have to do laundry for stinky, smelly boys. I'll trade any other duty for laundry duty. I know...it's a wonder I'm still single.
Anyway, after several loads of laundry, B was really bored, so he asked to go to the pool. It was intermittently sunny, so I told him to put on a swimsuit, and off we went. It was hoppin! There were a ton of people there, hanging out and playing water volleyball. B armed himself with water guns and went into battle. The problem is that nobody else realized they were in danger of attack.
It might've made it that much more entertaining.
I sat there, watching him attack while checking the updates on the Rangers game. I made friends (surprise, surprise) with some of the other residents, and as I sat there, I thought to myself, "It makes way more sense to have an end of season pool party than a laser tag adventure."
See, as the team mom (self-proclaimed, obviously), it's become my duty to set up a something for the boys for their hard work. And I've been thinking laser tag for forever...but now I'm thinking pool party because it's an undetermined length of time. People can come and go as they please...and that sounds way more fun.
Okay, then. Thanks for helping me make my decision easier.
After the pool, B and I rinsed off and then decided we were going to work out. Oh man...I don't know who was more zapped after the attempt to make my thighs skinny: me or him.
It's never a dull moment when he's around, that's for sure.
The good news is that I can see differences...in all aspects of my life, really. And that totally has to be a good thing.
Aubs
Sunday, May 26, 2013
Nothing beats doing nothing all day long
Honestly, I'm pretty sure my boys wanted to kill me almost as much as I wanted to kill them today. Nobody wanted to do anything, but everybody was bored. There was a lot of Nerf gunning and army playing.
At one point, B and I went outside so he could ride his scooter and I could supervise (per an email from the management company to all residents about scooter riding), but as soon as I got out there and settled into my new hot pink chair, it started to rain.
Bummer.
That's probably how B and I ended up in my bed watching episodes of "The Unit" on CLOO. Yes, I know. That show is entirely appropriate for a 7 year-old. But, y'all? He was fascinated. And who can blame him? The Allstate guy's voice is pretty dang hypnotic.
I mean...if you ask me.
N went over to Justin's for the night, which was probably a good thing because he really wanted friends to come over, and I knew they couldn't. Sometimes it really sucks to have to be a grown-up and deny your child and yourself what you want simply to keep the peace.
You know what I'm talking about...
At dark o'clock, B decided he couldn't sleep in his room. He freaked out. Loudly. And frequently. For no real reason, honestly. He did it last night, too. He freaked out, came into my room super early to wake me up, I growled at him to go eat breakfast, and 20 minutes later, he was in my bed...fast asleep.
Let's hope he does that again tomorrow morning. You know...if he decides to freak out again.
Aubs
At one point, B and I went outside so he could ride his scooter and I could supervise (per an email from the management company to all residents about scooter riding), but as soon as I got out there and settled into my new hot pink chair, it started to rain.
Bummer.
That's probably how B and I ended up in my bed watching episodes of "The Unit" on CLOO. Yes, I know. That show is entirely appropriate for a 7 year-old. But, y'all? He was fascinated. And who can blame him? The Allstate guy's voice is pretty dang hypnotic.
I mean...if you ask me.
N went over to Justin's for the night, which was probably a good thing because he really wanted friends to come over, and I knew they couldn't. Sometimes it really sucks to have to be a grown-up and deny your child and yourself what you want simply to keep the peace.
You know what I'm talking about...
At dark o'clock, B decided he couldn't sleep in his room. He freaked out. Loudly. And frequently. For no real reason, honestly. He did it last night, too. He freaked out, came into my room super early to wake me up, I growled at him to go eat breakfast, and 20 minutes later, he was in my bed...fast asleep.
Let's hope he does that again tomorrow morning. You know...if he decides to freak out again.
Aubs
Saturday, May 25, 2013
Friday Fun-Day
Let me preface this by saying this: Today was one of the best days I've had in a long time.
Since I didn't have school, I spent almost the entire day just hanging out with a friend of mine. We talked, grabbed lunch, talked some more...and then split up to go pick up our respective kids.
An hour and a half later, they knocked on our door, ready for some pool fun. The water wasn't too cold, and it was sticky, humid and overcast(ish). N's birthday is in August, so he always asks for water guns for his birthday. We have quite the arsenal of Super Soaker items, so there were plenty of weapons for all. A battle between four kids, quickly turned into a battle between four kids and one adult, and finally (after I'd already been soaked while sitting on my chair), I joined in on the action.
It was three plus hours of pool-time fun! There were very few issues between children; in fact, everyone got along...even though almost every single kid ended up being a traitor to their team at least once. I had a few human shields, I won't lie.
Once it started to get dark and everyone started to shiver, we headed back to my apartment to change and order pizza. Enter the use of the iPads. Our friends brought their iPads, N had his iPod, and B's was at his dad's so he got to borrow an iPad to link up to play Minecraft and something called Boss 2, whatever the heck that is.
These boys played without incident for HOURS. Hours. And the grown-ups got to watch baseball uninterrupted. In fact, it was so peaceful that, when I looked at the clock and saw that it was almost midnight, I was shocked. There's no way it could've been any later than 10:00.
Neither of the boys wanted to leave, and begged to stay over, but it was late and everyone was tired, so we promised that we'd do it again soon and have both of them stay over. It was a really fantastic time with some great friends, and I was so glad it went so well. My boys were asking, as soon as they left, if they could come back over on Saturday or Sunday or Monday or even all three.
And that? That's saying a lot!
Aubs
Since I didn't have school, I spent almost the entire day just hanging out with a friend of mine. We talked, grabbed lunch, talked some more...and then split up to go pick up our respective kids.
An hour and a half later, they knocked on our door, ready for some pool fun. The water wasn't too cold, and it was sticky, humid and overcast(ish). N's birthday is in August, so he always asks for water guns for his birthday. We have quite the arsenal of Super Soaker items, so there were plenty of weapons for all. A battle between four kids, quickly turned into a battle between four kids and one adult, and finally (after I'd already been soaked while sitting on my chair), I joined in on the action.
It was three plus hours of pool-time fun! There were very few issues between children; in fact, everyone got along...even though almost every single kid ended up being a traitor to their team at least once. I had a few human shields, I won't lie.
Once it started to get dark and everyone started to shiver, we headed back to my apartment to change and order pizza. Enter the use of the iPads. Our friends brought their iPads, N had his iPod, and B's was at his dad's so he got to borrow an iPad to link up to play Minecraft and something called Boss 2, whatever the heck that is.
These boys played without incident for HOURS. Hours. And the grown-ups got to watch baseball uninterrupted. In fact, it was so peaceful that, when I looked at the clock and saw that it was almost midnight, I was shocked. There's no way it could've been any later than 10:00.
Neither of the boys wanted to leave, and begged to stay over, but it was late and everyone was tired, so we promised that we'd do it again soon and have both of them stay over. It was a really fantastic time with some great friends, and I was so glad it went so well. My boys were asking, as soon as they left, if they could come back over on Saturday or Sunday or Monday or even all three.
And that? That's saying a lot!
Aubs
Friday, May 24, 2013
Apple Bottom Jeans
This song has been stuck in all of our heads for weeks. I don't even know who started it, but someone was humming it, and it caught on like wildfire. And it really drives me crazy. This is how I know my children belong to me:
Me: Hey, what do you want to wear today?
N: Hmmmmmm...how about, "Apple bottom jeans and the boots with the fur?"
B: "Low low low low low low..."
Me: Um, okay then. Thanks a lot guys.
And I leave to go make breakfast. Three times so far this week.
There's been a lot of arguing at my house lately. N has a crush on a girl who lives a few buildings over, and she was "dating" his best friend, but now she isn't anymore? Or something. I don't know. N used to tell me everything, but now he tells me that he hates when I know his business.
You know, until the next time he wants to confide in me.
Anyway, B knows N likes this girl, so he constantly asks him about whether or not he likes her. In public. In front of other kids. And N gets so super mad. I can't blame him, but sheesh! Nobody listens to me when I tell them not to attempt to steal his best friend's girlfriend.
And speaking of B...he's had some crazy mornings this week. He just keeps melting down for no reason, and holy crap on a cracker. That kid eats slower than anyone I've ever met in my life, and I know a ton of people who eat slowly. Heck, I eat slowly, usually because I'm talking, but I still finish way before he does. And it's not like there's a ton of time at breakfast.
And then? Then it was time for baseball. Rematch: Giants vs Marlins...win or go home. Would it be a game similar to our win against them earlier in the season, or like the loss we had later in the season? After the top of the first inning, the outlook was good...
And then, the next thing we know, it's 8-0 in the top of the 4th inning. Oddly enough, this is when we rallied last time, too, although it still ended up being a loss. All of our boys were having a hard time hitting against one of the Marlins pitchers, and their super-star pitcher/catcher was playing shortstop instead. Nothing got past him.
Unfortunately, things did not go well when our team was fielding. N had an exhausting game as catcher, and was literally dripping sweat by the time the game was over. He was so frustrated, as always, trying to carry the blame on his shoulders for throws he threw to third or second that were missed by their intended targets. We explained countless times that it's not his fault if the other person doesn't catch the ball...especially if it's a throw that could be easily caught.
Angela and two of her boys came to the game to cheer on both teams: her N has friends on both teams, and R came to play with B. It was so much fun to catch up with her and her perfect hair. After the game was over, I went into the dugout to untie the blankets that I'd grabbed from the trunk of my car to block the sunlight in the dugout. You know, because our players aren't spoiled or anything.
I met Angela at the entrance to the ball fields, where she was standing, waiting for her children to meander over to her. R was the missing party, and as I walked to my car, I noticed him jumping up and down in front of her vehicle. It was hilarious, watching him jumping up and down, waving his arms, while yelling, "HEY MOM! I'M OVER HERE!"
N had already requested Fuddruckers, win or lose, so off we went...and on the way, we discussed going to see the Marlins play the Cardinals in their championship game on Tuesday. And once we got to Fuddruckers, N consumed an entire 2/3 lb burger. And then he said he thought he might die.
Because, well...let's just say I'm glad I talked him out of the 1 lb burger.
So, our baseball season is over, which is actually kind of perfect because we have lots of plans for friends and fun this summer.
Aubs
Me: Hey, what do you want to wear today?
N: Hmmmmmm...how about, "Apple bottom jeans and the boots with the fur?"
B: "Low low low low low low..."
Me: Um, okay then. Thanks a lot guys.
And I leave to go make breakfast. Three times so far this week.
There's been a lot of arguing at my house lately. N has a crush on a girl who lives a few buildings over, and she was "dating" his best friend, but now she isn't anymore? Or something. I don't know. N used to tell me everything, but now he tells me that he hates when I know his business.
You know, until the next time he wants to confide in me.
Anyway, B knows N likes this girl, so he constantly asks him about whether or not he likes her. In public. In front of other kids. And N gets so super mad. I can't blame him, but sheesh! Nobody listens to me when I tell them not to attempt to steal his best friend's girlfriend.
And speaking of B...he's had some crazy mornings this week. He just keeps melting down for no reason, and holy crap on a cracker. That kid eats slower than anyone I've ever met in my life, and I know a ton of people who eat slowly. Heck, I eat slowly, usually because I'm talking, but I still finish way before he does. And it's not like there's a ton of time at breakfast.
And then? Then it was time for baseball. Rematch: Giants vs Marlins...win or go home. Would it be a game similar to our win against them earlier in the season, or like the loss we had later in the season? After the top of the first inning, the outlook was good...
And then, the next thing we know, it's 8-0 in the top of the 4th inning. Oddly enough, this is when we rallied last time, too, although it still ended up being a loss. All of our boys were having a hard time hitting against one of the Marlins pitchers, and their super-star pitcher/catcher was playing shortstop instead. Nothing got past him.
Unfortunately, things did not go well when our team was fielding. N had an exhausting game as catcher, and was literally dripping sweat by the time the game was over. He was so frustrated, as always, trying to carry the blame on his shoulders for throws he threw to third or second that were missed by their intended targets. We explained countless times that it's not his fault if the other person doesn't catch the ball...especially if it's a throw that could be easily caught.
Angela and two of her boys came to the game to cheer on both teams: her N has friends on both teams, and R came to play with B. It was so much fun to catch up with her and her perfect hair. After the game was over, I went into the dugout to untie the blankets that I'd grabbed from the trunk of my car to block the sunlight in the dugout. You know, because our players aren't spoiled or anything.
I met Angela at the entrance to the ball fields, where she was standing, waiting for her children to meander over to her. R was the missing party, and as I walked to my car, I noticed him jumping up and down in front of her vehicle. It was hilarious, watching him jumping up and down, waving his arms, while yelling, "HEY MOM! I'M OVER HERE!"
N had already requested Fuddruckers, win or lose, so off we went...and on the way, we discussed going to see the Marlins play the Cardinals in their championship game on Tuesday. And once we got to Fuddruckers, N consumed an entire 2/3 lb burger. And then he said he thought he might die.
Because, well...let's just say I'm glad I talked him out of the 1 lb burger.
So, our baseball season is over, which is actually kind of perfect because we have lots of plans for friends and fun this summer.
Aubs
Wednesday, May 22, 2013
It's not the best idea to fall asleep poolside...
Trust me on this one. It was such a beautiful day...not too hot when I was out there, with a breeze. As I was walking over there, I was thinking it almost felt like I was in California, only it was way too humid. Bummer.
Anyway, I didn't get too fried (and, yes, Mom...I was wearing sunscreen), but when we went to batting practice, it was hot. And in the sun. With no shade whatsoever unless I wanted to sit on a side of the building where I couldn't see anything. And who wants to do that?
The coach was flying solo for batting practice, and all the boys came, which was impressive. Usually on Wednesdays, we have maybe half of them show up. It just goes to show you how serious tomorrow's game will be. We got there first because N has "that mom" who always gets him to places early. Also known as yours truly. B is with us this week, and he was super concerned that he wouldn't have anyone to play with for the whole hour we were there. So, he decided to walk on a fence.
Meanwhile, some of the other boys had arrived, so N went off to take a few swings in the cages. It warms my heart to see his face light up when his buddy, J, shows up to practice. The two of them ran off together to throw back and forth, and I followed them to take a picture so I could document it for when they get mad at each other. Also, J's dad is out of town, and I figured he would think it was adorable, too. (Please excuse the random girl...she's always there, and I'm not sure who she belongs to. Also, my child doesn't match. I give up.)
I heard a lot of shrieking, so I turned around and saw B and J's little brother, E, playing together, too. Those two make me tired just watching them. (Please excuse the empty baby carrier thing. The baby was nearby, exploring grass.)
I asked J how his day was and said it would be better if he could come over on Friday to hang out with N. Um, twist my arm. Not long after that, I went to rescue a baseball (one of many) from the parking lot. I told J to go get it, and I'd watch him since he missed it, and he looked at me incredulously, saying, "Me?! I'm just a kid!" So I walked out there to get the ball, and I looked next to me to see him walking with me. I told him he better stay safe so when I trade kids, I'll have one that isn't broken, and he said, "YES!!! Can we do it tomorrow?!" I just adore that kid.
And right about then, my friend Amy's dog decided to pee all over my chair. What's even better...two men were standing behind him, watching him do it. AND THEY DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING! They just laughed.
My chair in the trash can was quite the topic of conversation at the practice fields tonight.
By the time we got home, my back/shoulders were a lovely, unattractive shade of pink. Hopefully it turns tan because a sunburn doesn't work with my master plan.
And it'll clash with my orange Giants shirt tomorrow. We can't have that.
Aubs
Anyway, I didn't get too fried (and, yes, Mom...I was wearing sunscreen), but when we went to batting practice, it was hot. And in the sun. With no shade whatsoever unless I wanted to sit on a side of the building where I couldn't see anything. And who wants to do that?
The coach was flying solo for batting practice, and all the boys came, which was impressive. Usually on Wednesdays, we have maybe half of them show up. It just goes to show you how serious tomorrow's game will be. We got there first because N has "that mom" who always gets him to places early. Also known as yours truly. B is with us this week, and he was super concerned that he wouldn't have anyone to play with for the whole hour we were there. So, he decided to walk on a fence.
Meanwhile, some of the other boys had arrived, so N went off to take a few swings in the cages. It warms my heart to see his face light up when his buddy, J, shows up to practice. The two of them ran off together to throw back and forth, and I followed them to take a picture so I could document it for when they get mad at each other. Also, J's dad is out of town, and I figured he would think it was adorable, too. (Please excuse the random girl...she's always there, and I'm not sure who she belongs to. Also, my child doesn't match. I give up.)
I heard a lot of shrieking, so I turned around and saw B and J's little brother, E, playing together, too. Those two make me tired just watching them. (Please excuse the empty baby carrier thing. The baby was nearby, exploring grass.)
I asked J how his day was and said it would be better if he could come over on Friday to hang out with N. Um, twist my arm. Not long after that, I went to rescue a baseball (one of many) from the parking lot. I told J to go get it, and I'd watch him since he missed it, and he looked at me incredulously, saying, "Me?! I'm just a kid!" So I walked out there to get the ball, and I looked next to me to see him walking with me. I told him he better stay safe so when I trade kids, I'll have one that isn't broken, and he said, "YES!!! Can we do it tomorrow?!" I just adore that kid.
And right about then, my friend Amy's dog decided to pee all over my chair. What's even better...two men were standing behind him, watching him do it. AND THEY DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING! They just laughed.
My chair in the trash can was quite the topic of conversation at the practice fields tonight.
By the time we got home, my back/shoulders were a lovely, unattractive shade of pink. Hopefully it turns tan because a sunburn doesn't work with my master plan.
And it'll clash with my orange Giants shirt tomorrow. We can't have that.
Aubs
When it rains, it pours...No, really, it does.
Because I'm not on the ball this week, I got the boys up early this morning to go to the grocery store before school. The upside to this, for them anyway, is that they got Lunchables for lunch instead of a normal lunch. The upside to this for me? The insane look I got from the cashier when I bought a bottle of wine at 7:10 this morning.
Y'all. It was hilarious. I just shrugged as B loudly exclaimed, "I don't know why you didn't get Kendall Jackson...it's Christy's favorite. She and dad are in a wine club." Even now, I'm dying laughing, thinking of the look on that woman's face as she put our groceries in bags. I threw their Lunchables in their lunch boxes and dropped them at school, then went home to put away the rest of the groceries. I know. My life is fascinating.
It was so gray outside...it was easy to accidentally fall asleep while listening to music and willing your phone to beep. I've been in the middle of a "situation" for a couple of days with a man I've been testing the waters with. He's a really good person; he reminds me so much of my dad in so many ways...his kindness, compassion, and generosity, just to name a few. We're both recovering from issues in our most recent relationship, although mine was three years ago and I'm in a really good place with it. His is more recent, and it seems to kind of ebb and flow between surety and confusion, which I totally get. I've been there. I was there for a long time.
I adore him. I adore his boys. He's a great man who's made me open up to the idea of not only dating someone, but also considering helping him parent his boys who are 6 months younger than each of mine. But, he needs time, and I really want him to be sure. So often, men jump from relationship to relationship, and I definitely don't want to be anybody's rebound relationship.
Pass on that one, for sure.
It was pouring by the time he left, and I decided to go BACK to the grocery store to get a few things to make tacos...tacos that were never made because I fell asleep to the not-so-gentle pounding of the rain against the windows. Baseball got rescheduled for Thursday, due to weather, so I had a free afternoon to do nothing except take another nap. Oooooh, naps!
Meanwhile, my "one that got away" a jillion years ago and I have reconnected again. We do this fairly often now, especially since I was brave enough to look him up a couple of years ago, but nothing ever comes of it. It's to the point where I'm pretty sure we're so much better as friends. I know I'm one of only a handful (if that many) who can tell him what I honestly think about the stupid stuff he does, and he actually listens to what I have to say. It's empowering... Anyway, he's coming to Dallas in a couple of weeks, and since we haven't seen each other in a year, I figure we'll hopefully get together while he's here. Maybe.
Then, he text me to see if I wanted to go to the Yankees/Rangers series in Arlington in July. Um, duh? He's a die-hard Yankees fan (poor man) and I love my Rangers. It should be a lot of fun...because, hello! It's baseball. Not only that, we do tend to have a lot of fun together...there's a lot of laughing, and a ton of sarcastic banter. I'd say that our friendship is rare, for each of us to feel what we've felt and never be ready to act on it at the same time, but still remain friends despite it all really speaks to the depth of our friendship.
Either that, or we're both just super dumb.
It could be that...
Aubs
Y'all. It was hilarious. I just shrugged as B loudly exclaimed, "I don't know why you didn't get Kendall Jackson...it's Christy's favorite. She and dad are in a wine club." Even now, I'm dying laughing, thinking of the look on that woman's face as she put our groceries in bags. I threw their Lunchables in their lunch boxes and dropped them at school, then went home to put away the rest of the groceries. I know. My life is fascinating.
It was so gray outside...it was easy to accidentally fall asleep while listening to music and willing your phone to beep. I've been in the middle of a "situation" for a couple of days with a man I've been testing the waters with. He's a really good person; he reminds me so much of my dad in so many ways...his kindness, compassion, and generosity, just to name a few. We're both recovering from issues in our most recent relationship, although mine was three years ago and I'm in a really good place with it. His is more recent, and it seems to kind of ebb and flow between surety and confusion, which I totally get. I've been there. I was there for a long time.
I adore him. I adore his boys. He's a great man who's made me open up to the idea of not only dating someone, but also considering helping him parent his boys who are 6 months younger than each of mine. But, he needs time, and I really want him to be sure. So often, men jump from relationship to relationship, and I definitely don't want to be anybody's rebound relationship.
Pass on that one, for sure.
It was pouring by the time he left, and I decided to go BACK to the grocery store to get a few things to make tacos...tacos that were never made because I fell asleep to the not-so-gentle pounding of the rain against the windows. Baseball got rescheduled for Thursday, due to weather, so I had a free afternoon to do nothing except take another nap. Oooooh, naps!
Meanwhile, my "one that got away" a jillion years ago and I have reconnected again. We do this fairly often now, especially since I was brave enough to look him up a couple of years ago, but nothing ever comes of it. It's to the point where I'm pretty sure we're so much better as friends. I know I'm one of only a handful (if that many) who can tell him what I honestly think about the stupid stuff he does, and he actually listens to what I have to say. It's empowering... Anyway, he's coming to Dallas in a couple of weeks, and since we haven't seen each other in a year, I figure we'll hopefully get together while he's here. Maybe.
Then, he text me to see if I wanted to go to the Yankees/Rangers series in Arlington in July. Um, duh? He's a die-hard Yankees fan (poor man) and I love my Rangers. It should be a lot of fun...because, hello! It's baseball. Not only that, we do tend to have a lot of fun together...there's a lot of laughing, and a ton of sarcastic banter. I'd say that our friendship is rare, for each of us to feel what we've felt and never be ready to act on it at the same time, but still remain friends despite it all really speaks to the depth of our friendship.
Either that, or we're both just super dumb.
It could be that...
Aubs
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