Hangovers In Your 30’s

I had an unbelievably fun Friday night with one of my best friends from Connecticut. She was here visiting with her husband, who is her college sweetheart. They both went to Rollins, and her husband’s family has a condo here.

Speaking of condos here on Siesta Key, my parents have sold their place on the intracoastal, where they have lived intermittently for the past 20 years. It’s going to be weird to say goodbye to the condo where I spent countless vacations. And what’s possibly weirder is now I work on the key… Not really sure what to make of all this, but it’s ultimately not in my hands.

So, back to Friday… my boss let me leave at 2pm on Friday and then Adam, my boyfriend of 3 years, and I drove to my friend’s parents’ condo at the other end of the key. We met up with the two of them and their two girls (aged 1 and 2), with another baby 1/2 way cooked coming in August. It was a blast to bond with these new humans, and I really had such a great time getting to know them. I think they liked me, too.

I do want kids, even though the responsibility scares me considerably. My friend kept saying how I would be such a good Mom. That makes my heart happy. Some women have an innate desire to be a mother, and I’ve always (very quietly) been one of them.

Again, Friday night, after boating around the bay, we met my friend’s parents for dinner at Casey Key Fish House and had a great time. We boated slowly home, and then my friends wanted to keep going. My boyfriend was exhausted, so he went home and I stayed on to keep drinking. Ugh… it’s Monday and I’m still paying for it. That’s what getting old is like sometimes. Bummer.



Need To Write More!

I need to write more.

It’s not good to let my writing get rusty. I communicate a lot through written email at work, but it’s not the same. It’s writing for clarity vs. writing for creativity and passion. So, what to do? Blog? Perhaps.

We babysat a puppy yesterday. He was a 5 month old French Bulldog named Stark. The popular dog of the moment, but I love the breed. I think he wore us out more than we did him. I ran around the neighborhood and he kept up with me. He pooped outside twice and inside once.

It’s tough to have a puppy. It truly is like having a toddler, but slightly easier (puppies can lick things off the floor, and I probably wouldn’t let my child do so).

I would like to get a puppy eventually. It would be nice to have a yard for him to go out, so we didn’t have to use a leash all the time. My boss did say I could have one at the office, but I don’t want to commit to that much of a responsibility, you know? Adam is wanting to avoid the puppy stage, as am I, as it’s pretty time consuming and can be stressful.

A rescue dog would be the best, but then you don’t get to pick the breed or necessarily know the temperment. I have had a puppy in the past — a Cavalier King Charles spaniel named Charlie. He was the sweetest thing and I do miss him. Long story with that one, but it involved me separating from my ex-boyfriend. Blah!