On a lighter note
I'm at a great local restaurant called CREATE quite a bit. Its close to CMHS and my doctor so its convenient for eating before i work a sporting event or just as a meeting spot.
Everyone there is really friendly.
I now have a former student there who is very sad that I'm not at CMHS and says the kids are asking about me all the time.
One of the girls is a twenty-year old. Shes a very nice and very pretty kid. When she went on a diet around the holidays, I was one of the people encouraging her to make healthy choices and not choose to diet because of pressure of boyfriend or ludicrous model of what women should look like. Sometime a month or so ago, her boyfriend got stupid, so she got rid of him. I was one of the people who told her she did the right thing and have helped her try to keep upbeat.
Yesterday while Rob and Suzanne and I were there, she called me over so she could take my order. Weirdly, they were out of white buns that day. She checked to see what was avaialble and what wouldnt kill me. There were no really great choices left. I Frowned, said, "you're killing me, Chelsey," and ordered the wheat bun.
She looked at me and said, "I'm white, Kindred, I could be your bun."
Fortunately, I wasnt drinking at the time.
My life is very odd sometimes
Everyone there is really friendly.
I now have a former student there who is very sad that I'm not at CMHS and says the kids are asking about me all the time.
One of the girls is a twenty-year old. Shes a very nice and very pretty kid. When she went on a diet around the holidays, I was one of the people encouraging her to make healthy choices and not choose to diet because of pressure of boyfriend or ludicrous model of what women should look like. Sometime a month or so ago, her boyfriend got stupid, so she got rid of him. I was one of the people who told her she did the right thing and have helped her try to keep upbeat.
Yesterday while Rob and Suzanne and I were there, she called me over so she could take my order. Weirdly, they were out of white buns that day. She checked to see what was avaialble and what wouldnt kill me. There were no really great choices left. I Frowned, said, "you're killing me, Chelsey," and ordered the wheat bun.
She looked at me and said, "I'm white, Kindred, I could be your bun."
Fortunately, I wasnt drinking at the time.
My life is very odd sometimes