Hmm...I woke to the sounds of children trying to find their mother. First things first, I am NOT their mother, I am their aunt. I'm visiting my sister and her family in England right now, I have been here for 6 days now. My sister and her husband went on a "get away from the kids" adventure for the night, thus why I was waking up to children trying to find their mother. My sister has 4 boys, twin 4 year olds (the ones waking me) and two teens. The twins and I watched cartoons and had chocolate crepes for breakfast, breakfast of champions huh? It took quite awhile to convience the teens to wake up, they finally showed their face just before noon. I took a quick shower and got dressed. It was (big suprise) raining outside, cold and dreary, typical.
I had to head to the market, we were out of milk and had no pasta for the spaghetti I was supposed to make for dinner. Now I'm almost 27 years old, thus able to drive, and despite the rain I was walking to the market. No way I'm going to chance driving on the left, I can barely remember which way to look when crossing the street. I started walking, its not too long of a walk into town, with my umbrella and grocery bag. I like looking at all the hunormous house in the neighborhood. This isn't the city, its the country and people have big houses. Even in winter it is very green here. The walk was pretty enough, with lots of singing birds.
I rounded the corner on to a main road. Which side do I walk on? It seems that the British drive on the left but in the Tube and such it says to "stand to the right". We never have been able to figure out which side of the aisle or sidewalk to walk down, we always just seem to be in the way. I decided I would cross onto the left side soon because my sidewalk would soon be ending. I look up to the sounds of some cars coming and I say Him. He didn't seem so cute from this far away, good looking enough. People here were never that friendly though as far as strangers were concerned. I am a smiley sort of person and I've tried to smile at people that caught my eyes but they don't usually smile back. With this in mind I thought I should better cross before I had to pass by Him. But I noticed him watching me. I looked back at him and smiled. Suprisingly He smiled back and oh my was he good-looking. I personally looked like hell though. I had taken a shower but knowing I would be stuck inside all day I didn't do my hair or make-up. He didn't seem to notice. He kept looking and I kept walking. I had to look back to see what he was doing and I caught him looking at me. Oh no, I turned away quickly. I tried to glance back again and so did he, he kept catching me. I heard whistling. I kept walking. I looked back one more time to see he had given up and turned the corner. I had to admit I was disappointed. But what was I supposed to do? I am only here for 7 more days, oh and that great boyfriend back home is another good reason. I made my way to the market. I searched the store for what I needed, just a couple things. Where the heck is the milk? Not with the yogurt that is for sure, I checked there 3 times at least. Ugh dumb American. I had just given up on finding it on my own. I saw an employee and walked towards her. There it was behind her, next to all the fresh fruits and vegetables. Strange. I got out of there and starting walking back. I was secretly thinking about my admier. Maybe He would be waiting for me, looking out the window for me to walk by. I started whistling a tune in hopes He would hear me, He didn't. Oh well, what would I do if I saw him again anyways? Probably keep walking. Its not like I could join Him for a drink, I don't drink. He was probably too young for me anyways, I am not a good judge of age and often get told I look like I'm 18. Thus I get hit on by younger guys more often than guys my own age. If God wanted me to see Him again I'm sure I will. I finally arrived home after many pause along the way.
My boyfriend is great. Treats me wonderfully. I love him. I think I would like to marry him and have his babies. He is just a little boring at times. He likes to stay home, always. I like to stay home maybe a day but not the whole weekend. So usually I end up doing things alone or going out with girlfriends. They only time we go out together usually is to eat or buy stuff at Costco, amazing huh? Its boring, he thinks because we lived together that is spending time together. I don't. I want him to go do 'things' with me, I don't really care what 'things' we do.
Well the rest of the day has been uneventful, hanging out on Facebook and started my blog. The kids are watching Scooby-doo. It is almost time to be 'mom' and make dinner. I feel like I'm ready to have kids (certainly old enough) but do I want the responsibility of always having to put them first? I like only having to worry about me.
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