The posts that weren't

I have been a bad blogger. I haven't been posting. I haven't been reading. And the worst offense of all, I haven't been commenting. I am behind in my reading so that at any given point I am lagging about 3 days behind. So if I comment on a post you wrote 3 days ago it seems like its a bit obsolete. Especially if the post is time specific. Like saying good luck on a test you took 2 days ago. Seems a wee bit superfluous.

I have also been thinking about blog posts but then scrapping them by the time I actually sit down to the computer. I have them all witty and thoughtful in my head but by the time I sit down to write it out I've lost all thought and wit. So here is a peek at few blog posts that weren't...

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We had our couples group last night at another couple's house. There is always dinner and then a bible study. This is the second time this particular couple has done the food and both time the food has been great but how shall I say it? Sparse? They are very well off, he is an extremely successful lawyer and she owns a local food business. They live in a million dollar home and drive extremely expensive vehicles. Its obviously not a financial issue.

We live in the South and I was raised to believe in certain basic hostessing rituals. Never show up empty handed. Always offer to help clean up. Estimate the maximum amount of food your guests could possibly consume and then double it just to be sure. If there aren't leftovers then you didn't make enough. I did offer to bring something and she turned me down. Maybe they just don't eat much and expect no one else does. But for some reason it just bothers me. Like she has broken the cardinal rule of being a Southern woman.

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I was at the grocery store last night. I ran in to pick up 1 thing. OK. Maybe 2. Because of this I chose not to get a basket. This typically ensures I will purchase no more than I can carry. I picked up 3 packs of baby food (I had a coupon), ketchup (what I went for), and an air freshener (I had a coupon) and then I spotted it. A sale on taco shells, enchilada sauce, refried beans and hot sauce. Now if you know me at all, you know I love Mexican food. So much in fact that I really should buy stock in Ortega or Old El Paso (2 brands I buy a lot of). I am struggling at this point to juggle 3 packs of baby food, an air fresheners, ketchup but the sweet siren song of the Mexican food aisle was too strong. Another girl down the aisle spotted me stacking my stuff up on the shelf so that I could reorganize my carrying style to maximize the number of objects I could carry without smushing a toe with a falling can of enchilada sauce. She went and got me a basket. I was so shocked. I don't know why. I live in a town where people do those types of things all the time but it still made my night. I love random acts of kindness. It restores my faith in humanity.
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Bear has now hit the tipping point where he is walking more than crawling. This blows my mind. I am not prepared for this. I am afraid if I blink he will be walking out the door to college. It is so scary how fast they grow up and how independent they become. He doesn't want to cuddle or let his mama give him kisses.
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I am in the process of courting a new best friend. As I have mentioned before I really suck at friendships. Especially female friendships. They are tricky. There is a certain level of maintaining aloofness while still sharing enough to make them feel comfortable. No one wants a needy, clingy friend. But she has been the one initiating the get togethers so that makes me feel good. But then I find myself overdoing it. I baked banana bread, made her lunch, let her do all of her laundry at my house, helped her study for a test, gave her a brand new stick of deodorant when she asked to use some to freshen up before we went out, and volunteered to go an hour out of town to a new outlet mall to help her shop for work clothes this weekend and this was all just Thursday. I hope I don't turn into a doormat. I swear this is harder than dating.
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I am loving my Mario Badescu samples I got in the mail a little too much. They are so cute and come in twee little containers. I want to marry the kiwi face scrub and have little fuzzy green babies with it. It is so yummy.