beautiful day....
I love it when it's gets all sunny outside and the snow melts away.
I absolutely love it. And if I didn't have to work, I would be on the mountains skiing without a jacket...my absolute favorite way to ski. You feel so less restricted...fun fun!! Maybe this weekend I can convince him to try skiing again...ideally, I'd escape and he'd have something to do, I could just go there and ski at my own pace all day and leave come 4:20 for a burn cruise home into dusk...being up on the peak, looking down at the town is invigorating, and if only his parents would've introduced him to skiing, he would know what I mean....but instead his parents smoked crack...go figure.
He's been edgy lately, but not in the defensive way like when he is lying to me. Perhaps it's just my moods, being all pissy about money and the snow ruining our plans for the last two weekends in a row.
Work is getting freaky...walking on egg shells, as I said to Susan, I see the snowball at the top of the hill, and inevitably it's going to roll over me. I hate that feeling. I really like my job, but this crazy OCD mom named Bonnie (63 y.o), is insane. Really, she started I guess measuring milk over the weekend. She said she was a cup short. How the hell does she know that? Is she outback pouring all the fuckin' milk into cups and then pouring it all back in? Don't get me wrong, she's crazy enough to do something that stupid, but it would still amaze me. I guess even after all these years, I am still a little naiive about some things. Now I dont' work weekends so the milk fiasco has nothing to do with me. There will be other things I'm sure.
I feel like having a cup of milk everytime I tell this story.
I absolutely love it. And if I didn't have to work, I would be on the mountains skiing without a jacket...my absolute favorite way to ski. You feel so less restricted...fun fun!! Maybe this weekend I can convince him to try skiing again...ideally, I'd escape and he'd have something to do, I could just go there and ski at my own pace all day and leave come 4:20 for a burn cruise home into dusk...being up on the peak, looking down at the town is invigorating, and if only his parents would've introduced him to skiing, he would know what I mean....but instead his parents smoked crack...go figure.
He's been edgy lately, but not in the defensive way like when he is lying to me. Perhaps it's just my moods, being all pissy about money and the snow ruining our plans for the last two weekends in a row.
Work is getting freaky...walking on egg shells, as I said to Susan, I see the snowball at the top of the hill, and inevitably it's going to roll over me. I hate that feeling. I really like my job, but this crazy OCD mom named Bonnie (63 y.o), is insane. Really, she started I guess measuring milk over the weekend. She said she was a cup short. How the hell does she know that? Is she outback pouring all the fuckin' milk into cups and then pouring it all back in? Don't get me wrong, she's crazy enough to do something that stupid, but it would still amaze me. I guess even after all these years, I am still a little naiive about some things. Now I dont' work weekends so the milk fiasco has nothing to do with me. There will be other things I'm sure.
I feel like having a cup of milk everytime I tell this story.