I know it's been a couple weeks since my last few posts...life gets crazy sometimes:
I didn't completely stop doing my food diary. I did, however, stop being so diligent with the calorie counting. I have every intention of returning to the habit a little more resolutely come July. But with all that's going on and will go on by then who knows what will happen? For the record though, the calorie counting does work...I lost 7 lbs during the month of May making my grand total since New Years 18 lbs. Go me! Now I've stayed the same for the past 3 weeks, which is good considering all of the occasions...I do plan on getting back into my exercising and workout plan, which has been on hold because of all the craziness.
First on the list of crazy things: I'm finally moving out of my brother and sister-in-law's basement. I'll be moving in with Matt's cousin Justin. He's 21, just bought his first house. He's got money, but not a clue. So Angela and I have taken it upon ourselves to take charge of the house before I move in to get it in order and make it a little more like a home and a little less like a dumpy bachelor pad. We've spent a fair amount of time over there cleaning and whatnot. We (as in Angela and me) will be picking paint (which Justin's going to buy) and painting the whole place soon. I plan on being totally moved in there by July 1st. Lucky for me he's pretty flexible about when I move in and when I pay rent which will be affordable as soon as I get a better job. I've been looking for awhile now and have had a couple responses.
The main reason I don't already have a new job is because June is the month of my summer classes at the Washington Pavilion. I had my Canvas Creations painting class last week and have my Art Explorers class next week. Last week was insane having my class every afternoon still watching Z on three of the days and working at Michaels on two of the nights. Also, Wednesday was my 25th birthday. Wooty woot! It was Terri's birthday too, and Thursday was Aaron's birthday. We had a family cookout on Tuesday night. Dad made ribs on the grill; Mom made homemade mashed potatoes, her tasty coleslaw salad. We had fruit and chocolate ice cream cake and everyone was there. On my actual b-day Matt and Angela took me out to Bracco's for half-off drinks. We splurged on some "Jamaican-me-crazy"s, nachos and a Bob Marley-tini. We also stopped off at Woody's for another drink. I didn't feel that great during class the next day but I had a great time.
The birthday celebrating continued on into the weekend when Marcy went into labor on Saturday night. Samantha Cadence Seaman, daughter of Jon and Marcella Seaman, was born Sunday at 12:34 in the afternoon; 6 lb 2 oz and 19 in long. I was working at the time and though the new parents were accepting visitors that night, most of the family waited to go up to the hospital until yesterday before lunch. She's beautiful and tiny. I'm so excited to be an auntie again! 1 nephew and now 3 nieces!!!
And now, as if all of this excitement wasn't enough, something else incredible happened to me on Saturday: I met someone. I don't want to jinx it or anything so I'm not going to get into a lot of details (ie his name). I'm gonna play it like Carrie on Sex in the City when she's writing her column; you don't really know Mr. Big's real name is John until the last episode. So I'm going to call this guy Mr. Nice. I will say that I'm really glad that I went out on Saturday night. I had gone painting at Jon and Marcy's in the morning (completely unsuspecting that she'd be popping in less that 24 hours!), and worked the rest of the day at Michaels. Angela called before my shift was over and said that Sara's new beau had a guy friend that I should meet and that they were going out for drinks that night. Lucky for me I had my flip-flops and a different shirt in my car. AND despite being unshowered, with grody failing make-up, my huge work pants and a baggy, rather unflattering top on, I'm fairly certain that Mr. Nice is genuinely into me. I guess it's just my charming personality (haha). I'd say that considering all I knew about him before meeting him was his name and all he knew was my name and that I'm kinda chatty, we hit it off like most people wish their fix-ups between friends would go. I know I said I wouldn't get into much detail so I'll just say that Mr. Nice lives about an hour away from here meaning he'll be mostly available to see on the weekends when he quite frequently comes to SooFoo to hang with friends. This is actually perfect for me the relationship-tard...It means we've got time to get to know each other without being too serious about it right away and that I'll still have time to do all the crap that I already have to do. That's one thing about relationships that I haven't figured out since I haven't had anything even close to one in over 3 years. How do you have time to do everything? I guess that sounds kinda bad: it's not that I don't want to see Mr. Nice until next weekend. However, I've been in a fantastic mood since we met and just the few sweet texts he's sent have been enough to make me all fluttery inside. There's no need to rush the good feelings that come with something new and exciting. I'm really looking forward to seeing him again this weekend...
Though I can't image he'll be down for coming to my parents' (6-months-early) 30th wedding anniversary Tahitian luau which is Saturday night. It would be amazing if he did, but I hardly expect something like that from a guy I just met especially considering I've never actually introduced my folks to anyone I've dated before. I'm pretty confident I'll be seeing him again this weekend, we'll just have to wait and see when. At any rate...GO ME! While for right now, financially, I'm fucked, I at least have a lot of great things in my life to keep me happy through the struggle...I'll try not to wait so long til my next post but I can't guarantee anything. ;)
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