When last we met, I was relishing the miracle of being able to smell again. I'm still relishing. I'm no longer walking around literally sniffing everything, but still taking all the scents in. Monday already came and almost went! Yay! I hate Mondays. Not as much as Sundays, but still.
What's up bloggies? How was everyone's weekend? I'm just now coming down that high that the Texans win caused on Saturday afternoon. I swear you could feel the excitement everywhere you went after that win. I watched the game at a local sports bar with the "Usual Suspects" aka "The Musketeers", and a few other friends. It was almost as rowdy in there as it was at Reliant stadium, where the game was being played. At one point, my friend Maricela and I started belting out the Houston Oilers fight song. Yeah, from waaaay back when. Circa late seventies, early eighties. I was actually surprised she knew it, but as soon as I started singing it out loud, she joined in! Ha! Good times. -For those not familiar, the Houston Oilers were the first professional football team in Houston. The team was sold, changed it's name and moved out of state. They are now this little team called the Tennessee Titans. -Whatever. Anyway, so that's a little background on the Oilers.
Sunday I went on an eight hour brunch. Uh, yeah. Seriously I did. What started out as "brunch with the girls", soon turned into a Brunchapalooza 2012, as we went from one place to another. I counted four bars and one restaurant. The restaurant being the last stop. By that time the alcohol had worn off and we were just hungry. Something about getting together with a group of women, and spending the day totally relaxed, not worrying about our "worries", enjoying each others' company and conversation, and libations. But it was more than the drinking, we drank, but didn't get crazy, -come on now, it was Sunday after all. Plus, we laughed and discussed anything and everything you could imagine. Men and relationships were topics de jour, of course. I mean come on, five women together for almost eight hours??? Ha. It was a great day. Not to mention a beautiful day. All of our choices with the exception of our last stop, involved patio seating. Of course, once I got home I realized I had not done any laundry, or bought groceries or read the Sunday paper at my leisure, as is my custom on Sundays. But eh, I didn't care. Sometimes not getting anything done is a good thing.
I also had an epiphany of sorts this weekend. It involved closure on a matter I had been having trouble with, and also reaffirmed what I keep forgetting about myself, and that is, my worth. No one will ever make feel or doubt my worth, ever again. It's a new year, with a clean slate and lots of work to be done.
Well kids, that's all I have for now. I'm working on a few blog ideas, as well as writing a new short story. Thanks for coming along with me on weekend recap. Do me a favor, come back.