Let’s Get Retarded February 22 2006
I find myself looking at job postings for the area we just moved from. I miss it there. I TRULY do. I didn’t think I would miss it but I do! It could be the endless winter there…it could be the HUGE snowbanks and the LACK OF RUNNING but I do miss it.
The restaurant is slow but everyone tells us it is the time of year and that things will pick up. I HATE DETEST LOATHE one employee and I may have screamed at her the other day but SHE KEEPS COMING BACK.
I could really live without the whole restaurant thing anyway. I mean really, this is Chris’s thing. His life long dream. NOT MINE…which is fine..because mine involves half naked men…coconuts filled with liquor and a white sand beach and you don;t make a lot of money on that…well, not legally anyway.
However, I would be happy just going back to how it used to be. Hell I would be happy to rewind about a year and give my head a good strong shake when I agreed to sell our house and move up here. But here we are. Noah is registered for school in sept, Brendan is in curling and we own a fucking restaurant. BLARG!
I was all set for a run today…then I realized my running stuff was in the truck at the restaurant. So I donned my jeans and (old) running shoes…and my MP3 player. It was pathetic..I half jogged the entire way because my mp3 player has my running list on it..and then I got myself all depressed about not running and having no one to run with here…and needing a bear bell for the spring to run ALONE with. And how there isn’t 65 feet of SNOW AT MY OLD HOUSE! And it turns out I have PMS which ALWAYS makes me feel sorry for myself…and also fat.
Oh…here is my marital advice for the week…if after say 12 or 13 years of marriage like activity you find your relationship lacking and you begin to think you partner is retarded…DO NOT…I repeat, do not move across the province and go into business with him. Don’t do it. You may find yourself CONVINCED he’s retarded and yelling things like “oh my god you are a moron” at him over the donut cooker (oh yes…we have homemade doughnuts ladies…come on down).
Nah…things aren’t that ugly (yet). I do miss it down there though. Oddly I had so much more time to myself down there. And Chris and I aren’t really ready to kill each other…and I doubt (sort of ) that he really is retarded….
**Deene gives u a hug**
hope things get much better for you soon.
hang in there……
can you day retarded on the internet?
Awe…that sucks. I will run with you when I get back…but only little bits at a time…I’m not really in very good shape
Did you say homemade doughnuts? There was a book that they read on Captain Kangaroo when I was little, about a guy that builds a doughnut making machine for his restaurant and it made too many and he couldn’t shut it off. Seriously. Be careful of that machine.
4 more weeks! Are ya ready?
I”m sorry - did you say something? I heard the words “donut cooker” and everything else went blank.
Also.. “donut” and I go into ..somehwere..
Love you, hugs..