I just got back from the grocery store...started dinner...Little wanted meatball sandwiches for dinner. I indulge him, because he is often very picky. He is on a 7 year "pasta hiatus" his words, not mine. He'll eat meatballs, but not pasta. He will eat hot dogs. He loves my vegetable soup and my stuffed pepper soup, yet often won't eat chicken nuggets. Only peanut butter for him, no jelly, please. His favorite sandwich to carry in his lunch is bologna and pepperoni. I have no idea where he came up with the combo, but he loves it. Last night before bed, he asked me to buy him strawberries at the grocery store. He is so sweet...in such a crazy way. He reminds me of myself.
All 3 of the boys are at my in laws. It's quiet here.
Big's team won their basketball game yesterday. He had 5 points and 7 rebounds. He is a whole head taller than everyone on his team, yet is only growing into his arms and legs now. It is cute and painful to watch him dribble up the court.
I went to Starbucks on the way to the grocery store and ran into McStarbucks. Isn't that weird? It wasn't even the same Starbucks that I normally see him at. He was with his 2 1/2 year old daughter. Perhaps the sweetest little girl ever! I love my boys and don't want any more kids, but sometimes I wish I had a little girl. That is selfish, I know. I have 2 very well adjusted, healthy boys. How dare I ask for more. She was sweet, though. Her name is Zoe. We laughed when I commented on how I have no pink in my life...apparently, her favorite color is orange. She hates to wear pink.
I talked to a friend from high school, too. She lives in Cleveland. We see each other about 2xs/year and maybe talk on the phone every few months. I bet we have been friends for close to 30 years. That is weird to think about. No matter how long it has been since we talked last, we spend at least 10 minutes giggling about high school boyfriends. Wonder if that will ever change? We both have a bad habit of googling them or catching bits of information from our moms, who both still live in the town we grew up in. Once, I actually CALLED the work # listed on the internet for my 10th grade boyfriend. 10th grade. That was oh, about 100 years ago. He didn't answer, so I hung up. Good to see that I have matured since the 10th grade. I dream about him randomly. He was my first true love. As true of a love that you can have when you are 16 and making out in the back of his parents Suburban behind the high school. We went out for my entire 10th grade year, he was a senior. I went to his senior prom. We broke up later that May. We dated again when I was a senior. I can't remember why we broke up, but I do know that I was cheating on him. I remember saying "I don't ever want to see you again." And...I haven't. I suppose I should be more careful when I say that.
Speaking of that...I have one aquaintence...who had a big problem with alcohol. He was in rehab and had been sober for almost a year. I can't confirm this, because I can only go by what he told me...I remember telling him that if he decided to drink again, that I wouldn't be able to be his friend. I think that I thought that would mean enough for him to never drink again. (who thinks a lot of herself?) I haven't talked to him since the end of July. He was drinking then and I have to believe that he is still drinking now. I have no idea how he is doing. I know that I couldn't be sucked into the drama again, but that doesn't mean that I don't wonder how he is. I am just too damn stubborn to find out.
It is still quiet here and I think I am going to take a nap. Why not? I have nothing more to do!!