Displaced Stay At Home Californian in rural N. Carolina

The Many Faces of Joy

The Many Faces of Joy

Friday, February 1, 2013


First things first, I have 31 blog followers!  All time high!  I'm not sure if it was Luciane or Laura that pushed that number to 31 but thank you ladies for the add and I wish there was a prize or something I could give you for making it to 31.  I think when I get to 50, the 50th person will win a prize.  So if you are the 50th person that "follows" my blog - email me and I'll send you something cool like one of those gigantic-normous-mongous spiders that Gabe killed last night in the house and that I'm sure is the main actor in most of my nightmares from here on out.  IT WAS HUGE. 

Anyway - I was supposed to go to my first yoga class last night but it got cancelled so instead we changed course and I went out for my first "Ladies Night Out" to a local mexical joint down the road.  I fell off my calorie counting wagon big time by indulging in the sweetest Strawberry Margarita and chips and salsa and spinach tamales and all the fatty goodness that the worst Mexican Restaurant I have ever been to can offer.  The tamales were so hard that if I were hit in the head with one I am sure I would have suffered a concussion.  And they were flavorless.  And the salsa was bland.  But the chips were good.  And the conversation was good. 

And here is the embarrassing part of the night:

I talk way too much.  And when I'm stuck at home with the cat and dog and not much else to do, I talk even more.  So I was like a dying dog being thrown a bone.  Or a bleeding patient being given a dressing.  Or a dying man getting his last rites.  Or a thirsty woman being offered a glass of water.  It was diarrhea of the mouth all over that Mexican restaurant.   I'm sure those 2 ladies who invited me out were amazed that one person can talk that much.  And it got worse and worse as the night went on.  I was unstoppable.  I'm embarrassed right now just writing about it.  In hindsight it is probably good we didn't go to yoga because I probably would have just pissed off the yoga teacher by yakking it up the whole time instead of relaxing and focusing and meditating.

Dear God I hope they invite me back.  And I hope that we check out different Mexican restaurants next time.  


Nicole said...

This is exactly how I felt when you were so kind to me in California. Hugs to you, hoping for a smooth transition.

Francoise Allamanche said...

I miss our long talks....