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futbol!
The guy in my life likes soccer. I thought I’d humor him and watch a few games here and there. You know, just be there for company and maybe learn a thing or two by osmosis. Surprisingly, I got into it. Well, into it in my own way I suppose. He shouts at the tv when the ball nearly misses the goal by a few inches or when the referee doesn’t call a foul when they should. I keep a running commentary on who’s shoes are the brightest, who’s the best looking and why the team with the more brightly colored uniforms should win.
So when the World Cup rolled around, we had a little World Cup party with the girls (Bug and his daughter). We thought if we made it festive enough we might be able to keep the channel on the game instead of Sponge Bob and who knows, maybe they might grow into soccer fans too.
I made little flags for snacks and Payam (that’s his name, should I call him Mr. P?) got the girls (super expensive–yikes!) Argentina jerseys. They played with their mini soccer balls and ran around cheering when Argentina did anything relatively close to scoring a goal. Sadly, Argentina didn’t score any goals and they didn’t win. But I think we won because it was a pretty good time and I have a feeling we are all going to be soccer fans from here on out. Yay soccer!
In other news: Bug has been officially signed up for AYSO in the fall. Bring on the soccer mom status.
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Snippets from dating
I don’t want to make it a habit to gush about how great things are. I know how annoying that can be. Sure, I’ll curate my blog and my facebook page and my instagram feed with pictures and stories that show things in a more positive light. I think that’s a better approach to life in general than whining on for days about how shitty things might be. But I want to be real and NOT annoying. Is that possible?
I’m sitting here thinking about this party I went to last night for my friend Deb’s new business venture. I know, how glamourous, right? Who goes to parties on a Thuuuursday? This girl. It’s crazy…Not normal at all.
It was a great party. Good turnout, good music, amazing space, free light-colored drinks (’cause red drinks would stain the bazillion dollar furniture they sell there) and all and all it was just really fun. Ping pong! Who has ping pong at a party?!! It was awesome.
But you know what I’m thinking about? How cool my date was. I really found a good one. I don’t want to gush. I really don’t. But it’s just the little things, they add up. He’s there at my side, talking with me, laughing at my stories. He talks to my friends. He fits in anywhere…I never have to worry about him. He brings me a glass or wine, helps me through the crowd to get a bite to eat, brings me a water all before I even know I want it. Then my friend shows up and he says, “Go talk with your friend. I’ll be here.” And I know he will be. I never feel smothered. I never feel forgotten. It’s an amazing feeling.
I’m not trying to say that past men in my life have not been attentive (Or that I’ve even needed an attentive man in my life). I’m just trying to say that things are really good and I’m savoring it.
