Fudge, it's time for another Thursday To-Do? When did that happen? I've only had 1.5 posts in between. What happened to me?
I wish I knew. I don't know. But, for the first time in quite a bit, I'm feeling like the fat kid who's been sitting on my chest decided to get up. Thanks fat kid.
Before I get into the To-Do portion of all this, I'll just update you all and say that we did end up at the Marlins game last night. I know I said that you can never have too much baseball, but I don't think any one of us were particularly in a baseball mood. It was rainy. We were tired. Soggy bums, etc.
I'm sure there was a game going on but we mostly took the time to catch each other up on life. Rox was glowing and spilling deets about her trip with RiSK. Pen was equally happy (if only sort of disguising it with some uncertainty) about Anthology coming around with extravagant apologies. I was sharing too, and I think something about all of our recent situations meant I received a better reaction than I expected.
So why were we at the baseball game?
$8 for these seats:
$8 for these seats:
And then of course, there are plenty of goodies. I won a Coughlan hat and we won bam bam slappy-together-sticks. And they had food, and the guy sitting next to me kept joking about putting his nuts all over me. That is, the peanut shells he was haphazardly throwing around. Thanks random pervert guy.
And then we all had cotton candy:
Penny, Rox and I from left to right. And look momma! They're fat free!
Penny: I brought cotton candy. It's called Flah-va puff.
Rox: Noooo. That's FLAY-VA.
Which brings me to the fourth set of (tan) arms all the way to the left. That's Pen and Rox's friend whom we are now calling Flava Puff. Welcome to the Party dude.
Since the game started late, we were suffering from serious ADD and sugar induced hyper-sleepies, and we were losing 7-3, we decided to cut out early. First time I've ever done that, but I still dont' feel bad about it. It just wasn't working for us, but we did have a swell time.
All in all, things are not quite like I want them, which brings me to the To-Do portion of this post. Even though things are not quite like I planned, I'm not worrying so much. I'm actually thinking of doing silly things like, "taking my time" and "getting out of my own head." Yeah, I know. Thanks, me.
The last thing you want to hear when you're sick or offended or heartbroken is anything about time. Eff time and its slow, unsympathetic ways. And that's how you feel until you run yourself into a wall, trying to rush everything. If you're like me, you might even get up and try rushing again. Once you hit the wall a few times, once your body aches and your brain cannot process anymore, you get up again and decide perhaps time isn't so bad after all.
Let's all take it slow and steady. Let's all remain calm. I wish I could be hopelessly optimistic and say some great stuff like "everything will work out in the end" or "love will prevail" or I don't know. Romantic ish. I'm not 100% sure how things will end. But I feel like now, happy and calm, fond of the slow and steady, in a place to communicate better, I can take a yes or I can take a no and I won't, you know, die.
So, here it is, my To-Do list for the upcoming week:
1. Be persistent with a certain friend who's come back into my life. I have a feeling he might try and disappear or run away, thinking it's the easier way out, but I don't think I'll let him. There is a happy middle ground and I'd like it if we found it. For now at least.
2. Get my phone replaced. It's being a jerk and won't let me make or receive any calls.
3. Brave the sun. I'm so scared of either a.) using sun block and turning out gray or 2.) using no block and being the only brown person ever who burns badly. Real bad. But it's Memorial Day weekend. Must brave the sun.
4. Blog a tad more consistently. Even if that means more attempts at short and sweet.
I think that's all I got. It's early still. I usually finish these things by the end of the day, so if I think of anymore in the next FIVE MORE HOURS OF WORK?! I'll come back in and add it.
Happy Birthday Penny
I love you so much and I can't remember what I ever did before I called you my bestie.
Welcome to 23. And despite all your suspicious, it's not over the hill just yet.
I hope it brings you tons of what you love: your family, your Anthology, shopping, vacations, a promotion, football games, life changing books, popcorn and Snocaps and maybe even another blog? One more?
Health and happiness to you.
And I hope you know Rox and I are all over your 23 and that we'll be around for many more birthdays to come.
I hope you enjoy your day