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What Your First Date Food Order Says About You

I read this article shortly after I read imfeelingrandy's post about his first date dinner with his lovely lady. What a coincidence!

And in keeping with Randy’s Monday Memories theme, I then tried to remember what Scott and I ate on our first date. I actually couldn’t recall, so I asked Scott if he remembered what we ate and he immediately went blue, so I told him this was a family blog and to go back to folding laundry. I know we went to see U2’s Rattle and Hum on our first real date, and I know it was a Monday night, but I don’t remember if there was a meal involved.

So I’m going to say popcorn. Is there popcorn on that first date list? If it’s not, I’m going to add it and say it means young and fun and playful. And poor. 

I assisted Scott with a wedding yesterday. The venue was at a gorgeous old church in Tacoma that was recently converted into an events center. In other words, you can now have a cool “church” wedding and simply step down the hall to the right, to the right, to the right, to the right, to the right, and serve a bunch of booze and dance to the Cupid Shuffle. All in one space. Hallelujah!

Congratulations to Andrea and Michael!! A very cool and awesome couple with a very bright future.

In other news, never thought I would say this, but I kinda miss the Y.M.C.A.

I may or may not have mentioned that August has been rough. It hasn’t helped that I have been battling a shitty cold the whole month.

On Monday my sweet husband got me flowers “just because.” On Tuesday my dear friend Seth happened to be in downtown Seattle and called to treat me to coffee. My dear friend Sam took me to lunch the same day. On Thursday my dear friend Carla paid me a surprise home visit. I never said anything to any of them about how I was feeling.

I am a pretty hardy person. I don’t need a lot of care and feeding. But it sure is nice to know that I have surrounded myself with intuitive people. I’m no dummy.

This has been a rough month, and the news has been particularly heavy. When that happens, I always turn to music. It doesn’t have to be uplifting or particularly meaningful. It just has to transport. These songs make me think and feel and remember. Some are deep feelings, and some are really cheesy. And those are all good things. So maybe you’ll like these songs too. Every little bit helps.

(Source: Spotify)

So on July 28, my birthday, I posted some cute pictures of me celebrating a few birthdays in my childhood backyard. And then I added some pictures of what my childhood house looked like that week in 2014, and I wrote a little blog about my childhood home. I lived there from birth until I moved away to college. 
My parents moved out of the house about 13 years ago, and it’s fallen into a state of disrepair. Finn has no memory of the house (other than driving by it), so a few weeks ago I sat in the parking lot of the carpet store next door, and I pointed out all sorts of features of the house and property. The city of Sumner was always going to do something with the land, but it just never happened.
Until I took a freakin’ picture of it!
Yesterday my friend Kim sent me a message and warned me not to drive by my old house, because they were tearing it down. I didn’t listen. 
Oddly enough, I wasn’t that sad about it. It had long since been the beauty it once was, so it was kind of a relief to see it finally go.
August has been a hard month. I might write a bit more about it later when I have the stamina or interest, but yesterday I finally felt like I was coming out of my funk when I got Kim’s message. I was telling Scott about it on our evening walk and he said, “And the hits just keep on coming for Janet!”
I had to laugh. He’s a keeper, that one.
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So on July 28, my birthday, I posted some cute pictures of me celebrating a few birthdays in my childhood backyard. And then I added some pictures of what my childhood house looked like that week in 2014, and I wrote a little blog about my childhood home. I lived there from birth until I moved away to college.

My parents moved out of the house about 13 years ago, and it’s fallen into a state of disrepair. Finn has no memory of the house (other than driving by it), so a few weeks ago I sat in the parking lot of the carpet store next door, and I pointed out all sorts of features of the house and property. The city of Sumner was always going to do something with the land, but it just never happened.

Until I took a freakin’ picture of it!

Yesterday my friend Kim sent me a message and warned me not to drive by my old house, because they were tearing it down. I didn’t listen. 

Oddly enough, I wasn’t that sad about it. It had long since been the beauty it once was, so it was kind of a relief to see it finally go.

August has been a hard month. I might write a bit more about it later when I have the stamina or interest, but yesterday I finally felt like I was coming out of my funk when I got Kim’s message. I was telling Scott about it on our evening walk and he said, “And the hits just keep on coming for Janet!”

I had to laugh. He’s a keeper, that one.

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