Oh my!!! Boys Boys Boys. First for the record a disclaimer. And this will come as no shock to anyone who knows me. But I am no body's possession. In fact If I think in any way shape or form you are trying to own me, show me off and treat me as arm candy I will indeed bolt faster then the green lantern. I was on a lovely date with Mr. Nice Guy for the races that came to town. I was already a bit apprehensive as Mr. Nice Guy and I had about as much chemistry as a failed high school experiment but I was trying. Well I say we were on a lovely date, until the green eyed jealous monster reared his ugly head. I found out later that Mr. Nice Guy spent a bulk of his time grilling one of my best guy friends as to why I wasn't having as much fun with him as I did with my friends. Yadda Yadda Yadda. The simple answer to this is Mr. Nice Guy is also Mr. Boring Not So Much Fun. However he got extremely jealous when I was talking to another young man at the bar. Now for the record the young man was 13 years younger then me and happens to be the ex of a girl that I like a whole lot. Oh no that didn't matter to Mr. Nice Guy/Not So Much Fun. Despite having brought me to the bar for the evening he had to tap me on the shoulder and make a scene. Like a child whose favorite toy had been taken away he pouted and threatened with his "I'm going home just wanted you to know". I was beyond appalled. My only response was the dumb "But I came with you" when I clearly should have opted for the " Poof be gone" and promptly hailed myself a cab. Regardless allowed this idiot to take me home as he apologized for the mistake and tried to make amends. When I made it clear I was not dropping this ridiculous behavior and clearly he was not getting to make out with me he stormed out of my house and went home. Well to be fair I was looking for a way to let Mr. Nice Guy down, and clearly Mr. Not So Nice gave me quite the easy exit. I swear if steam could have come out of my ears it would have. The first sure fire way to tick me off is to try to treat me like you own me!!! He was such a name dropper it drove me nuts. I spend time with someone because I like them not because of who they are or what they have. That is ludicrous.
On another note was the amazing time I had with friends on the boat this weekend. We had two different crews on my B and T's boat and it was an absolute blast. It reminded me just why I love living here and why I am very lucky to have such amazing friends. I met B almost 7 years ago and I am so lucky to have her as one of my best friends. She is an amazing woman and friend. And through that I have known T and he has become like the best little/big brother to me. Life is a blessing indeed and we can all thank God for the wonderful days that we live. I also got spend some time with my friend J. She is having to move through work so this weekend was bittersweet. But at one moment on Saturday she said something to me that only a bff could do, she knows me like no other, and I am going to miss the hell out of her being around the corner!!! Oh and there were some fireworks of another nature. Sometimes you never know where that spark will come from and this time it was in a most unexpected place.
I got to spend some time with my wonderful neighbors and friends. They adopted a daughter and are about to celebrate her first year of life, and their first year as parents. I am so happy for them and I can see how much they love each other and of course love their princess. In those moment's I wonder if those kind of fireworks await me. I can't say for certain. Life is short. I know this I am lucky to live the life that I do. I hope those in my life know how much they mean to me and just how much I love them. And in the end if that's the only legacy that I leave that's OK with me. Fireworks might be a good description for how I live my life. Passion, enthusiasm, a real zest for life can;t get much more out of the sky sparkly then that. Fireworks that don't just come with the 4th of July but shine bright every single day.
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