The Notebook was good, but the ending was so unbelievable to me that it really ruined the whole thing for me. Tacos San Pedro reminded me of any number of taquerias in Houston. It was cheap food, though. And good. But BLAZIN' HOT inside. It seems all authentic Mexican restaurants keep their thermostat at 85°. What is up with that? I don't think I'll be the restaurant chooser next time.
I got this phone call yesterday. The guy on the other end (who I really thought was my good buddy Jason in Arkansas) said, "What's up?" It was said in the same tone and pitch Jason would say it. My reply, "Oh, I'm just making out with my boyfriend, but you totally ruined THAT moment, Jason." (pause) "This isn't Jason, it's Mike." oooooooohhhh. I would not have said that to Mike, but would have to Jason. New rule: Make sure you know who you're talking to before you say anything. Mike goes on to tell me that he got engaged. Alright. I'm going to try really hard to be happy for him here. Am I honestly supposed to think that this is a completely good idea when you called me sober from some Kansas City football game in March and said, "I was just wondering...if I broke up with Jill, what would be the odds we could get back together?" Zero, dear! That's why I broke up with you 2 ½ years ago!
I went to a cookout today for my mentor program. My mentee wasn't at home. So I drove all the way to North Tulsa for nothing. I'm not really a big fan of cookouts. I like my A/C. There was a woman there that had some kind of developmental disability and she would only talk to me at the table and would repeat her sentences three times. I felt really awful about myself because I was annoyed at it. Why can't I just be more patient? Kids are different. I can deal with their stuff. Then again, none of the other people at the table would even look at her, so I guess maybe I was a bigger person. There was another mentor there that had one of the top 20 ugliest babies I've ever seen. She "asked" me to watch her baby while she ate and tinkled. It was "Rachel, hold him while I go eat." mmmkay. So me and ugly baby are sitting there bonding, smiling, etc. Woman tells me that if he gets fussy to give him his bottle. Gotcha! That I can do! Mommy leaves and of course ugly baby gets fussy. But the bottle doesn't have formula, milk, etc in it. What's in it? Soda. I refused to give this child a soda bottle, so I just sat there rocking him while he wailed and everyone else looked at me probably thinking, "Just give the baby the damn bottle." Well, forgive me for wanting to help produce a healthy child!