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I’m at my parents’ house this weekend in Peoria. I enjoy being here and spending time – there is little responsibility and it’s a lot of good food and laughing.
Today we took my car in for tire rotation and oil change, went to the post office, drove to a Kohl’s because they had a dri-fit shirt half off, installed a huge rug pad in the home office, and sat out on the patio talking.
My sister flew in from NYC and we drove down this evening from Chicago to Peoria. During the trip we talked about our therapists. I didn’t know she was in analysis (I wish people used that term) and we compared notes. Turns out we have one similar issue.
I do this every time…
Packing for a weekend home with my parents I aim high. I bring jeans, two pairs of dress pants, several solid color t-shirts, two button-down shirts, a polo, and workout clothes.
I also pack a book, my HD webcam, and notepad. Of course I pre-load the phone with audiobooks and podcasts so I won’t be bored during the drive.
My sister is flying in tomorrow for business. She thought it might be hang out over the weekend, so she extended her flight, canceled her hotel, and is staying with me. I’ll see her tomorrow night after work and then my haircut. There’s a good chance she’ll get to the condo before me.
I have to say that in some ways I’m not like you.
For example you most likely haven’t talked about conditioning your private hair with your father. Or confessed that during phone conversations with loved ones you do inappropriate personal activity. Also, you probably don’t ride a bike to work with a dog in a backpack. Your first, middle, and last names probably aren’t as unusual as mine (plus I’m a “third”) for a pale while boy with blonde hair.
I’m without phone for a few days. My usb port on the phone died and then the phone followed suit. I have another phone coming but won’t be here until Wednesday. I’m off the grid! (if the grid just meant cellular) – so if you want to Skype, get dressed up in your Sunday best, a tight sweater if you’re a woman, and find me!
Last Sunday a bunch of us committed to changing something in our lives that needed to shift.
Time to check in AND set a new goal.
So…
Okay, I can’t not laugh with that logo. I’d like someone to make it prettier, but… No, it’s perfect the way it is. It needs to be fixed – so it can never be. I just went meta, mofo!
I remember a handful of times going to fried chicken restaurants as a child. Over the years I had it at birthday parties and other friends’ houses. The thing is – I don’t remember liking it all that much. The drumsticks are great, but every other part of the fried chicken experience is a five to me.
The title is pretty clear, yes?
Yesterday I didn’t really eat much other than yogurt, cereal, and protein drink. That’s not enough calories to get you healthfully through two ten mile bike rides to and from work. Since I often forget to eat during the day, I come home exhausted, sweaty, and famished.
I'll never give this child another cigarette, pinky swears!
