Friday night was an onslaught of information...more on that in a bit.
I think about working out all the time. I now fit comfortably into the next size of jeans down and almost comfortably in TWO sizes less. I like the person in the mirror, but it takes a lot of brain functioning to get here. I think about how long to work out, how many calories each workout will burn, how many calories I can consume to replenish and still lose weight. It’s a never-ending cycle.
I think about my students and whether I am helping them or not. I think about my coworkers and whether they appreciate me as much as I do them.
I think about the Warrior Dash in March at least 12 times a day. Our "team" logo “Just for the MUD of it” is the background on my computer. I hope I am strong enough to get through the obstacles (especially jumping fire).
I think about my family and whether they are happy and healthy. There has been a lot of parental loss for kids I grew up with, and I am not strong enough to go through that with my own family. Sandpile and Mighty need to stick around for a while if what I heard Friday comes true…
I think about FreightTrain and how proud I am of him. He has a 20 page brief due Friday, so I don't get to talk to him until then. Conveniently it's his birthday, so that makes it sweeter. I wish I could send him something awesome, but it won’t happen this year.
I worry about my financials.
tfTHG claims to have the money he owes me coming in February. I hate that I still need this from him and he is still in my life until I get it. I hate that I can't trust him to actually go through with it. Basically there is a lot of darkness when his name is mentioned.
I also think about the fact that in order to survive last year I had to pull money out of my retirement account.
Terrible idea! If you can avoid it...DO!
That move is going to KILL me on taxes this year. How do I raise the money to pay Uncle Sam?! I will admit to a slight freak out right now. There are payment plans and such but goodness! I was hoping to be back in the black come March. Now I have to worry if I will ever be in the black.
Lord help the man that gets me!
And that brings me to Friday night...
TMAM and I did our regular dinner, drinks, and catch up since we don't get to see each other for Sunday Spin anymore.
We went to a great little sushi place Kaneyama and ate protein galore. The yellowtail was amazing and the eel on the Godzilla Roll literally melted in my mouth. We drank unfiltered sake and chatted.
After three bottles of sake we decided to go see Anna!
Anna is a palm reader.
Yes, you read that correctly.
She has been eerily accurate with some of our friends, and I have always been curious. We drove to Montrose and found her place. TMAM has already been to see her twice this month, so it was like a reunion for her. Anna is a sweet older woman who looks like at one point she may have been a real gypsy. I sat at her table and told her my name...nothing else.
I repeat NOTHING else!
Her first words were that I have a perfect soul. I am loving and strong. She could "see" that I was a loving person and take care of many people. Well...score one.
She said she did not "see" cancer or sickness and that I will most likely live to my 90's, because I am strong and healthy...I liked it, so score two.
Then she started talking about men...this made me a bit sad. According to Anna and my palms I have already met my soul mate. The problem is he was scared off by some other man I was with and has already moved on.
The other man she called "kissy-kissy boy". He is incredibly sexy but no good. Actually, she said many men flock to me but none of them are any good...um, score THREE!
Remember I told her NOTHING except my name.
Ms. Anna told me I will be surrounded by lots of grandbabies and great grandbabies. I'm no genius, but I put two and two together and realized to have grandbabies I would need to have babies…Apparently three boys are in my future.
**As a side note...I always thought three boys would be a trip and am enamored of women who are moms to three boys. Maybe score four?**
Again, not a genius, I got to thinking to have babies there has to be a man (for some reason I hear AKAlec's voice saying "one? At least.", but for the sake of argument we will stick with singular).
Who is this man if not my soul mate?
Apparently he is Mr. "he will do". According to Anna there is a man out there who will make me feel fulfilled, safe, and happy as well as help me raise three tall strong boys. As per Anna I will drive this man crazy with my stubbornness, but will always be loved and cared for.
I am supposed to meet him running one day soon too! Thank goodness I took running up as a hobby, huh?!
Here's where it all falls together. He has a job! And a good job, like taking care of people and getting paid way better than I do job!
I take this with a grain of salt and enjoy the entertainment of it. I don't know if I will meet Mr. "He will do" next month, next week, or next year. I just hope I can get my financial self under control before I meet whomever. I don't want him to be burdened by my issues, nor do I want to be dependent on him to fix the problem. Might be some of that stubbornness Anna saw...
The point being, maybe there is some hope to my relationship and financial woes after all and I can spend my nights thinking about my three sons rather instead.
Inspiration song…”All the Things She Said” by t.A.T.u
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