Today I have baked Ziti for lunch that looks alarmingly similar to vomit in Tupperware. I missed meatloaf day yesterday at the Vineyard because of a student job shadower I had to entertain all day. The vineyard is a local restaurant we usually eat lunch at. By we, I mean a couple of co-workers that will have to be on their deathbed to let anything come in the way of them and lunch at the Vineyard. You know, the old black lady cookin’ that nobody in the whole world can top. Well, I’ve tried to cut back on how much I go. I’m trying to shed a few pounds (and save some moolah) and even though the vegetables are my favorite, something that good can’t be good for you. So my temporary solution until I figure out a better plan is to only go on meatloaf day because I’m not strong enough to quit that yet. I didn’t even used to like meatloaf but Oh My! So, needless to say, I was pretty upset about missing that lunch, but I think the little high school kid that was here really wants to be an engineer now, and he graduates in two weeks and starts school in Mobile, so that’s good I guess. I think tonight I'll make a killer BLT with leaf lettuce, thick bacon, tomato, mayo, and mustard on toasted bread. I plan to go to the free aerobics class from 5:30-6:30 or go for a jog, try to clean my apt a little and make it smell like anything but dog, and then sit down with my sandwich and bottle of water and watch Grey's Anatomy and Private Practice before grabbing a book and reading in bed. These plans are tentative, of course, but I hope they work out.
A Friend Date.
You know how you meet somebody or see somebody you haven’t seen in a long time and you’re like, “We should hang out sometime?” and they’re like, “We definitely should.” And then you exchange numbers and that idea gets lost in space? Nobody really knows where it goes, but neither person ever calls. When you see each other again, it’s a little uncomfortable and you feel bad and get in the “joking” argument about how you’ve been busy but the phone works both ways. And it isn’t that you DIDN’T wanna hang out with them, the idea really did just get lost in space somewhere. Maybe the dryer ate it along with the better half of most pairs of socks. Or the couch swallowed it along with about $3 worth of change that you’ll really need on a rainy day. OR, you accidentally left the idea in a winter coat and you won’t find it until the following winter when the occasion comes up that you need to wear that coat and forgot that you never emptied the pockets from the previous season.
Yesterday, we finally made plans to hang out and had a freaking blast. Neither one of us has lived here long and are both in a very similar boat (didn’t really know just how similar) as far as the lack of friends and life in general, you could say.
We went to the driving range (2nd time in my life) and stood around and talked girl talk and hit golf balls everywhere except where they were supposed to go (when we didn’t miss altogether). Then, two ducks walked out on the range, so we made it our personal mission to hit them because, seriously, that’s just stupid. To be a duck and walk out on a driving range taunting the people that are terrible because you know that they can’t hit you. How arrogant! We came pretty close a couple of times, but the ducks escaped with their lives. Does Golf count as exercise? Cause my lower back is sore.
After the driving range, we went to the hospital to visit Mr. Harold. He is an 82 yr. old man that taught almost everyone in this town to play pool. He fell last week and broke his hip and had to have a screw put in it on Tuesday after he walked around on it for a week! Geez! He was in super high spirits, said it was sore but better than it was. He has to move to Jasper with his daughter for about a month (none of his family lives here) and he isn’t very happy about it. He was pretty excited to see us though, I think.