Steaks, Puppies, & Kylie
April 27, 2009
That last word was thrown in for funzies since I was just g-chatting with Kylie about my newfound blog.
Taylor and I went to FW this weekend to hang out with some friends and it was a grand ole time. We ate steaks at Drew’s house with his family, Estebaan & Whitney, Jerrod, and their Latvian student Laura. I’m excited to be in a big city with traffic (at least I will be for the first day), places to shop, and restaurants to choose from. We ate at Chipotle, which was delicious, and we didn’t know anyone…I loved it.
I’m ready to move somewhere and start new. What I mean by that is I’m ready to walk into Wal-Mart and not have to stop every other aisle to carry on conversations with people I really only know because I met them one time freshman year and have waived to ever since. Know those people? It drives me nuts. It’s like that Seinfeld episode where Elaine keeps waiving to the guy in her building and he just ignores her one day. I want to ignore people sometimes. Not in a mean way, but in a I-just-woke-up-and-I’m-just-trying-to-buy-cinnamon-rolls-so-leave-me-alone-at-the-grocery-store kind of way. I knew this guy once that I met one time 4 years ago and for the first 2 to 2 1/2 years we did the awkward “hey ____” as we passed by. It slowly evolved into a head nod which slowly evolved into a small smile which slowly evolved into nothing. Soon, though, the lack of awknowledgement turned into an awkward encounter because we would just try to avoid all eye contact with each other. Now, I basically jump in the bushes anytime I pass him because it has become that awkward. How does that happen? Oh well…at least I don’t have to fake a smile when really I can’t even remember how I met him or what his name was. The ones that scare me are those “Hey Sarah!!!!!!” when – let’s face it – I’ve never seen the person in my life. Apparently I have, and we had a great time, but yikes – I can’t remember now. I know I’ll miss the frequency of these encounters in FW…
We looked at puppies today. Oops! They are collie/lab/retriever mixes and cuuuuuute cute. I told Taylor we shouldn’t go because we just would go home with one. Sure enough here we are on the back porch of Estebaan’s grandma’s house holding these little fur balls that can’t even really walk yet. Watching newborn puppies attempt to walk is almost as painful as working with middle school kids. The awkward meter is just off the charts. These puppies were spread-eagle on the concrete trying to move one leg at a time. Painful. They were still cute though. I think Taylor was so in love with this one little boy that if Whit and Estebaan don’t take it, we’ll end up with another dog. That will equal 1 1/2 dogs. Maybe Mack will learn to act more like a canine over time.
It’s pass the key time. I woooonder who it is!! We sure do marry them off.