I have a date.
For Friday night. with the guy I met at Marco the Great’s birthday party. The friend of QueenE’s brother that he hadn’t seen in years who just happened to be in the same place at the same time that night.
He called and we talked for about an hour yesterday. He lives about forty five minutes outside the city but will be in this weekend. Dinner and drinks after I get off work. Not too late because it’s a school night for me you know.
I don’t even know how to process this right now.
Saw Indiana Jones last night.
I didn’t sleep well, what with all of the mass amounts of ick factor throughout that movie. Indy…I love the man. I love the music. I don’t even mind Shia. But I felt the story to be a bit trite, a titch contrived, and just a little so-so. Having said all of that, I’m glad I saw it. I love that franchise.
I made it to the grocery yesterday for my Big Shop. Back to eating healthy. No more eating out, more taking my lunch and making fresh salads and actually getting back to cooking for myself again. 188.00 kids. One hundred and eighty eight dollars. Fuck around. Lot’s of canned goods because I’m a freak about being “stocked up” It makes me feel safe and secure to have food in the pantry and in the freezer. One would think I was a child of the Depression. Nope. Just a fat kid.
I have a potluck at work today, cut up a bunch of fresh fruit to take. Going to swing by the store for some tortillia chips and take salsa I have here. Should be an ok contribution. Tonight going to the frontier to do some bonusmom hair and pick up the last cat. Finally. I have some home hair to get done this week for Delbert and her brood. Friday will be here before we know it.
Somebody remind me that you cannot ask the Universe, continually, for something, and then be wigged out when you get it. Seriously. I have my reasons, but am ignoring them in an effort to give everything a chance and to be open to new experiences.
how grown up does that shit sound?!?!?!?!?