& that's the way life goes

They stood on the back deck simultaneously leaning against the wood railing and each other, just barely touching. They are laughing, telling stories and there is a sense of excited nervousness between them. It’s been years, almost a decade, since they have hung out like this. Buzzed on life, alcohol or drugs, possibly all three. He is the boy that bruised her heart, though she never blamed him for it. It was always stuff that got in the way. He always seemed to understand her and from their recent talks she knew he felt exactly the same way. Those were the talks that led them here, together.

A pleasant lull in conversation had arisen in their conversation when he asked her, “you know what I do that I picked up from you?”

She giggled having no idea what he was talking about, “no.”

“C’mon, guess,” he said slinging his arm loosely around her shoulder.

“I honestly have no clue.” Her cheeks blushed as she mentally went through things it could have been.

He removed his arm and turned toward her. Instinctively she turned toward him so they are facing one another.

“If I have something on my hand, I….”He looked down at his fingers and paused, waiting for her to get it.

She bit her lip and tried to figure out what the hell he was talking about and then it dawned on her, “Wipe it on your sock…”

“Because no one will notice it’s there,” they finished the sentence together. The memory of sitting on the floor of his room eating Cheetos hit her like a tidal wave. He had been complaining about the cheese that gets left on his fingers when she shared her little secret with him.

The fact that he picked up something from her that he still did and associated back to her warmed her heart. And it still does, even years later. She didn’t share the story with anyone because it was too special, it was something just between the two of them.

But now, with all the time that has passed, it’s not so special anymore.

wanting: a new tennis skirt

creating: photobooks

disliking: the weather getting cooler and becoming rainy

reading: nothing because I haven’t had time to go to the library to pick up my books

missing: my grandma, someone reminded me of her the other day

improving: my tennis skills.  I had forgotten just how much I love the sport

realizing: that it’s ok to put things off to make time for fun

loving: all the things I’ve been discovering and rediscovering: bikram yoga, yin yoga, aerial yoga, tennis, pole dancing, sparring, baking

anticipating: C’s upcoming surgery.

What are you doing?

(Stolen from Larissa)

I was crazy happy this morning. I got up and had this whole post I wanted to write. And then I got ridiculously obsessive and crabby and it all went out the window.

So instead of my fiercely awesome post you get this

{from Stuff No One Told Me, thanks Jenni!}

So terribly true!

Let’s do something completely useless today…

If I were a month, I’d be June.
If I were a day of the week, I’d be Saturday.
If I were a time of day, I’d be dusk, when the sun is setting and the fireflies light up.
If I were a planet, I’d be Pluto.
If I were a sea animal, I’d be a dolphin.
If I were a direction, I’d be East.
If I were a piece of furniture, I’d be the couch you didn’t want to get up from.
If I were a liquid, I’d be strawberry kiwi juice.
If I were a gemstone, I’d be a topaz.
If I were a tree, I’d be a Maple Tree.
If I were a tool, I’d be a hammer.
If I were a flower, I’d be a stargazer lily.
If I were a kind of weather, I’d be sunshine.
If I were a musical instrument, I’d be the drums.
If I were a color, I’d be blue.
If I were an emotion, I’d be excited.
If I were a fruit, I’d be raspberry.
If I were an element, I’d be wind.
If I were a car, I‘d be an SUV.
If I were a food, I’d be Mexican.
If I were a place, I’d be a tropical island.
If I were a material, I’d be cotton.
If I were a scent, I’d be candy.
If I were an animal, I’d be a monkey.
If I were a facial expression, I’d be sticking my tongue out.
If I were a song, I’d be “Life Goes On”.
If I were a pair of shoes, I’d be flip-flops.

I stole this from Nifer Musings