What are you doing?
They say a person is the mean of their closet five friends. One's perception of the world they live in is also comprised mostly of the happening of the people they see most often and the media. All too often, we don't take time to think about all the small things that are happening every second of everyday that is what actually makes up the world
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-there's this new manager at chamberlin's (the health food store where i've been working full-time since august) and i don't like her. she's loud, annoying, and has bad people skills. i yelled at her two nights ago because she was asking too many questions about closing duties. i told her, "look, why don't you go over and see for yourself if the rugs were swept, b/c no one else cares". i also had cramps that day...
-sean tried to pull one over on me this morning when i saw he was taking one of estevan's bikes out for a ride. he was getting ready to go and i said, "hey, that's estevan's bike. did you ask him?" and he said, "this isn't estevan's bike. there's two red ones". then i said, "oh yeah, the one you have is actually his dad's..." sean said something about having permission. just to make sure, i called estevan so i wouldn't have to hear any complaining about how so and so never asks to borrow blah blah blah. sure enough, este said it was cool. yay! my ears are safe once more!
-last wednesday i had to go down to winter haven to finalize my cruise with janna, my AAA travel agent. i told estevan what was going on earlier, and he was actually getting ready to go with me, so i wouldn't have to be alone at my mom's house.
right before we were about to leave, estevan remembers that he has work tomorrow at 9:30 AM. he debates, and finally decides he's going down with me anyway. he'll let the guys know he's coming in late tomorrow. this is the fist time in the history of estevan's life with me that he has ever done a last minute call in late to work thing.
the next day, after finalizing payments, my mom meets us for breakfast. we arrived, and i noticed my mom was eating her eggs with ketchup. it looked disgusting, but i reminded myself that she and i had already talked about her new eggs and ketchup habit the last time we had breakfast. i chose not to say anything (even though ketchup has so so so much SUGAR and is terrible for you).
my mom sat across from estevan and i at the table. because estevan and my mom talk so well together, i mostly just sat there making loud munching sounds with my over hard eggs. the majority of their conversation consisted of life decisions and jokes about my brain's poor state of indecisiveness.
his jokes were softer than usual and any retort i had was quickly blocked by a kiss and a gentle pat on the head. my mom laughed and then aww'd at the two of us, in her sort of careless way.
after breakfast, we walked outside to the screened porch of the cypress cafe. we sat together and enjoyed the cool morning breeze and clear skies. i thought about how calm and relaxing it felt to be sitting there with two of my favorite people. i thought about my mom and how ridiculous she could be with her random comments and double standards ("shirlee, don't eat with your mouth open" "then don't talk with your mouth full, mom").
i suspect my mom was thinking the same thing because of the estevan was acting. estevan sat there looking back and forth at my mom and i. "you two are exactly the same, you know that right? shirlee will complain to me that she's been trying to call you all day and that you aren't answering your phone. then, a few days later her phone is ringing and it's you, and do you know what she does? she says -oh well she didn't answer my calls so she can wait- exactly the same...hahahaha!" then my mom got up and squished me in a big hug and said, "that's because she's my shirlee birlee!!!! mmmmmmuah!!"
i hope that's enough for you! love! hug! miss you!
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