Last Splash

The gene pool could use a little Chlorine.

So, I am now antisocial. But only in certain circles. I had pretty much planned on skipping the grand ol' 10 year high school renunion since it was the Saturday night of my family's annual beach vacation, and Saturday night is always seafood dinner night, when whatever friends and relatives that may also happen to be down on Bogue Banks know to drop by for an excellent dinner consisting of 2 types of flounder, 3 types of shrimp, whatever we may or may not have been able to catch in crap pots, hushpuppies, and hotsauce.

But beach vacation notwithstanding, I realized that I really would have skipped it anyway a full week and a half before. It was our first night playing trivia with our best friend-couple at a local Jack Astor's (we won, by the way, $50 towards food and 2 tickets to the Redskins game, club level, also on the night of the fish fry/renunion) and my husband and I were pulling into a parking spot occupied by three vaguely attractive women who were standing around chatting after dinner together. I immediately recognized one, then another, then the third. (Yes, apparently I'm the only graduate of my high school that still lives in the area yet can count the friend that I still see occasionally on one finger.) When I saw them, a strange panic seized me, and all I could think was "please don't recognize me". I don't care that they would or would not recognize me, I don't care that I've probably gained, oh about, 70 lbs since the last time they saw me, but there was still some kind of embarrassment on my part. I can't quite figure out why.

Is it because I'm the type of person who everyone knew of in high school, but no one really knew or hung out with much? I had friends through marching band and drama, but most of my classmates were just people I saw in class and nodded at in the hallway...I didn't go to the popular kids parties, but I wasn't shunned either. I wasn't a wallflower, I was in a lot of extracurricular activities, but I wasn't the homecoming or prom queen, either. I don't even remember if we had a prom queen. (Sidenote: I do remember in college, my freshman year, that we had a fake prom in the theme of "A Titanic Enchantment Under the Sea" and the theme song was "I just died in your arms tonight" and we had 2 prom "Queens", one male and one female.)

In any case, I think I just hate small talk. I would rather ignore them and they pay the same respect of ignoring me (if they even recognized me) than have to stand outside for ten minutes and introduce my husband and remind them of my name and talk about work, and who has kids, and who just bought a house, and all of that crap that I really don't care about. We're not going to exchange phone numbers, we're not going to make plans together, they're not even going to talk about me after I walk away except to say "oh, yeah, I remember her...she was the one that..." and then move on in their conversation.

And the more I thought about it, the more I realized that was what the reunion would have been, over and over and over again with different groups of people. Either that or we all would have just gotten smashingly drunk and made new best friends with someone we didn't know ten years ago other than the fact that they were in the same homeroom. I don't think that would have been much better. So, I'm content being antisocial, and the further away I get from that brief period in my life, the less I think I even want to go to our 20th, or 25th, or any reunion that involves hanging out with people I knew for only 4 years of my life, a period of time that is getting smaller and smaller with each passing year.

posted by: Cannonball14 at 16:04 | link | comments (4) |
the ex files

P.S. If you want to see her, I put some old pictures up from like, April or May.

posted by: Cannonball14 at 13:31 | link | comments (1) |

Okay, so I realize, it's gotten even worse than I thought...I mean, I don't even know what to say. No post in forever...not even an update. So here is the answer to the question:

Sidney is a mutt. I mean, we're not even sure what she is. Her mom is a fleabaggin whore (seriously, Sid's litter is 7 months old and the bitch is pregnant again) and we think half of Sid's siblings are from a different father! What a floosie. So, mom-whore is half Lab and half Pointer...sounds fancy, but basically she's a hunting dog that lives on a tobacco farm (and obviously spends her free time trolling for man-doggies). We think Sidney and the smarter half of the litter may have had a Border Collie for a father. She's very compact, too smart and mischeivous for her own damn good, and FAST. She's 30 lbs but somehow thinks she's just as big as my sister's 60 and 70 pound Labs. She makes the vet get on the floor with her because she looks at the table like "i'm a big dog, why do I have to get up there?"

And, her sister belongs to my brother-in-law and his wife, but we're keeping her while they're on vacation so right now I have two puppies laying underneath my feet. She does have some brothers who look like full-on German Shepherd-Labs, and they are huge, but the vet says 30-35 pounds is where she'll top out. She's really cute! We went swimming in my parents pool (the house we bought is less than 10 minutes down the road) and finally got Sidney to at least step in and wade around the top step. She wanted to swim, but she was too scared to just jump all the way. It's a big step, though. Sorry about not having pictures, but my camera is dead and 6 weeks later, somehow we're still in the "settling in" phase of moving and have not unpacked everything or fully set up the office.

Other than that, work is work. I love my job but feel the pressure most of the time. And I have every pregnancy symptom I've ever heard of without actually being pregnant. I mean, I like cinnamon all of a sudden, have been buying avocados in bulk (seriously, I looked it up on the web and signed up for an avocado newsletter), have crazy heartburn, want to take a nap every day at 4PM and again at 7PM, and suddenly don't like spicy food. I don't get it. Anyway, it's probably my body just saying "you're going to be an aunt in November...when is it MY turn?"

So, that's it. Go on vacation Monday night, and I can't wait. With buying the house and all my husband and I haven't been on a trip since our honeymoon, so it will be nice to get away! I'm glad to see everyone else is doing well here at Motime!

posted by: Cannonball14 at 13:17 | link | comments (4) |