I am at a lack lately. There isn’t much on my mind I guess. Or there is and I just don’t want to talk about it. Or I just don’t have the energy right now. Maybe it’s the heat. Maybe it’s the time of the year. Maybe I’ll come back around. Things are going pretty well right now. I feel pretty even. I don’t feel like the end of the world is right around the corner. I’m worried about the future but in that normal sort of way. Like where are Toby and I going to end up? How will we find work? When will the slump of employing the creative end, etc. Nothing anyone can answer. And I can’t force it to happen. I guess I have to just let be be.
I was contacted yesterday by someone I don’t have a lot of fond memories of. And I spent the rest of day elated, realizing how happy and lucky I am to have what I have and be with who I am with. He makes me laugh every day. And I’m a better person now. I noticed that life ain’t so bad (over all) and my boy spoons.
(This could go on and on and on so I will stop here).
I am finding it hard to make time. I just don’t want to sit in a bar and have a drink. And anyone that contacts me to hang out suggests that we do so by meeting in a bar. I imagine having a drink, and it seems fine and then I think of the time my body spends after said drink and it suddenly loses its appeal. So I have no real desire to meet folks to chat in a bar.
Park anyone? Pool? Lake? How about a porch? Yes, let’s find a porch.
(See? I have nothing to say anyway).
There are several people that I’d be very pissed at you for talking to. Which ever one it is, leave the bastard in the past.
Okay, big brother mode off.
As for not wanting to hang out all the time in a bar, that’s normal. I’ve determined it happens the moment you find someone you’re very happy and comfortable with. Melissa and I went to the bar we originally met each other at about a month ago, and we couldn’t stand being there. I realized, that if you aren’t checking out the scene, looking for someone to meet, that a smokey loud abnoxious bar really isn’t that much fun. I’d much rather sit outside at a nice cafe and have a glass of Guinness and just talk and people watch.
So, what I’m basically saying is: You’re old, you’re old, nah-nah-nah Michele is old.
There is a porch waiting for you here in Jersey, and another one down at the Jersey shore. No bars. I promise.
i have been in full-on lurk mode for about 2 weeks…i’m going to start actually communicating again…i think
and for the record, trying to actually have a conversation in a bar sucks. hence the need for a porch, drinking-out-of-a-sixpack, being-able-to-hear-yourself-think (oh no, i too, am old) lifestyle, no bars.
:)
Freakgirl, I think you might just be seeing my ass on Saturday. That is (of course) we can get Bob to work some deal and pick our asses up somewhere. BEACH HERE I COME!
We want to rent those wave runners. Do you know if they are there?
I seriously cannot wait to SEE YOUR ASS.
There are waverunners for rent on the bay side – there is also a slim chance that we can go visit Shannon’s uncle who OWNS them. YAYA.
‘chele, by “Bob” do you mean dad? Cause him and mom are coming down to visit me this weekend. They just love me more than you.
Ok. This conversation depresses me to no extent, because I want to be the girl on the porch just hanging out, but I haven’t met that person to do that with yet. So, I feel subjected to hanging out in creepy Detroit bars. Fuck, it sucks. It’ll happen eventually, right? What if it doesn’t? I’m only 25. It’s all good….I hope.
I’m going to switch my train of thought and ask why New Jersey is in love with Bruce Springsteen still?
DAMN ROB! I thought he wanted us to come to Jersey!
THAT BASTARD! Crap. I will have to figure something else out. hmmmmm
First of all, Bruce Springsteen rocks and I will hear no ill of him. (It’s a rule, you born in Jersey, you love the boss.)
Second Megan, I was 29 and really down on ever meeting the one girl. I was dragged into a bar on a Friday night that I did not want to be at. My friend Lisa insisted. At the same time, a 29 year old girl was being forced into the same bar by her sister. I said to Lisa, “I’m giving up.” Then I saw Melissa walk in and I said, “But first, I’m going to meet her.”
Finally got the nerve up to ask her to play pool about half an hour later. And a year and a half later, we’re married.
Moral of story: You will NEVER know when it will happen. And when it does, you’ll be shocked. And then you too can be old and sitting on a porch.
Sweet. Thanks Rob. You’re my official adopted big brother. I needed that.
Carry on! I hope you all have fun on the Jersey shore. I watch Katie Couric and Matt Lauer there this morning, and it looked nice, like one of those 1940s crowded people photos from the beach. :)
This is all very true. Boy was he a sad bloke prior meeting Melissa. Damn. :)
rent a car. take the train. whatever. we’ll pick you up.
It seems like lately all I hear are these crazy “when you least expect it” love stories. I love it. Hasn’t happened to me, but that’s okay. I’m no longer cynical about relationships.
I wish I had a porch, too. But there’s my roof, mihow!
I still enjoy meeting with friends and talking in bars. I like the kind of bars that the music isn’t too loud, you can hear yourself and your friends talking, and the atmosphere is happy and upbeat, yet not big, rowdy-party like. You know, pubs.
Anyway, I like the porch thing too… I hope to have a porch one of these days…and with it a nice big porch swing. Then we can have lemonade and coffee and drinks too, if we like. Whatever. I dream about that porch swing…
Anyway, sometimes I will say to a friend “We should get a drink,” and I don’t mean in a bar or alcohol in particular. It’s just something you say. All I mean is “get together.”
I started dating Remy when I least expected it. It was very sudden. Very sudden. I didn’t even know I was interested in him until halfway through our first date, which I guess only became a date because halfway through it I realized I wanted it to be a date. Did that make sense?
Megan, you’re welcome. But if you adopted me as a big brother, that means that Mihow is now your sister. And believe me, she is a royal terror and pain in the ass. I still have scars on my hands from those cat-like claws that she used as a child. Plus, she used to have REALLY big hair. And the pictures still exist to prove it.
After hearing your sibling stories, that would be an honor to be in your family, and I would pay to see pics of mihow as a 14 year old. I think a lot of people would.
Oh my dear.
That would be truly horrible. I would totally develop that long awaited stutter and you would pee your pants.
Not a time I look back on and say, “Damn was I the shit.” Nope. Yikes.
I was metal. No wait. That was earlier. At 14 I was turning all hippy and shit. Oh dear me.
An honor to be in our family? I don’t even know how to respond to that. Maybe you should wait to see the teen Mihow to decide. For someone who doesn’t eat them now, Mihow certainly did a number on animal populations with her makeup back then.
And as for me, I didn’t meet my significant other when I least expected it. I don’t have an exciting story. All I know is she better be the one because I never developed any moves because of her. Not even “Hi, how are you?”
memories, like the something of the something. Misty something memories of the way we were……
That’s actually a great idea for part of your webpage, have people send in pictures from that horrible age range of 13/14/15 and a current picture of them now. I know that I see pictures of myself at age 14 and I want to cry out “What the HELL are you wearing??? What the HELL have you done to your hair?!? And for christ’s sake, go to a dermatologist, they can HELP!!!”
But now I just look in the mirror and see a 30 year old stud.
Yes, but I went Hippie upon realizing how much crap I bought in to. It was terrible. All that junk. Yikes.
I’m all better now. I am just so glad I got it out of my system then.
Yes, I was blindsided the night I met Toby. It was super friggin cool. I wrote about it once before so I won’t bore anyone again with the story of the night my life changed. :) Just know, you never know when or how or who. But man, when it does, you know.
Speaking of meeting someone… I was blindsided the night I met Toby. It was super friggin cool. I wrote about it once before so I won’t bore anyone again with the story of the night my life changed. :) Just know, you never know when or how or who. It just sort of happens.
I hope so…and I can’t wait. woop, woop!
Point me to your entry (if ya can) of that story. I think it’d be nice to read…(if you don’t mind)
It’s linked on favorites as well. But it’s (sort of) summed up here.
I guess I could give the directors cut one day. hmmmmmm.
All you need to know are my first spoken words to mister TobyJoe which were,
Now taken out of context that sounds real incriminating. But I assure, it’s not always as it seems. (At the time, at least. hehehe).
Sorry bottom. In retrospect. Indeed. That is all. I will stop babbling. :)
Dammit… I want a boy who spoons… well, preferably I’d like him to come with the entire silverware place setting… but I’ll take a spoon. wah
Mihow, I wrote back to you, but I wrote back to you from that day. I hope you get a chance to check it. ;) Such a wonderful story.
megs
Well, damn woman, I get emailed every time I get a new post. So I did read it. Funny, you almost made me cry. Wouldn’t be the first time, megami did that once on here.
I didn’t answer your question did I? hahah
I will do so. I will. :)
My boy spoons. But we don’t have air conditioning and it’s so hot that if he spoons me right now I might combust. I don’t get a lot of action in the summertime. ::sigh::