Another Outlet for My Reality Obsessed Self

I love some funky bass. before blake was born, we worked at a little italian restaurant. you know the type. owners were loud obnoxious and from napoli. for a while there, the owner and his wife "kat" were on hiatus - we took over temporarily. wes was the cook/accountant. i was the server. wes made the best foccacia ever, and i ate it out of the bread drawer constantly dipped in oil infused with yummy fresh spices. "g", the owner, was a coke-head, and would come in randomly and take money out of the register, sometimes 500 at a time, to go buy more coke or do italian shady guy things. it was all good. we made good money, and i worked my ass off to put wes through johnson and wales culinary program. --now he works his ass off so i can be a stay at home mom)

(how did you get here? nobody's supposed to be here but you came along and changed my mind---oops where was i??)

there was a pawn shop right besides bella napoli, the restaurant (HEY christi worked there too , for a while, back when she was cutesy and wore skorts :) HAHA- we had fun!!) back to the pawn shop. i have always loved bass. think primus bass, chili pepper bass, breeders bass, i could go on. Wes went to the pawn shop and bought me a red bass with an amp. he brought it home for a birthday or some special occasion. i was so thrilled and surprised. i had always wanted one! i did end up playing with it for a while, and the thought behind it was precious, but eventually it went back to the pawnshop. ( i only came for two days of playing , but everytime i come i always end up staying)

every time i listen to some good bass, i think of that nice gesture. i am watching "proof" with gwyneth paltrow and jake gyllenhall, and he is a drummer in the movie, and it made me think how great blake plays his acoustic guitar, and how he begs for drums. (what a cool kid! he skateboards on his west coast chopper board, trick scooter rides, wears brazil "futball" hats ..... damn he is so cool!!) i think for christmas he gets drums. and julia gets a(funky) bass . lol.

back to moving. i have two friends who have moved. sara, you all know, my loopie, and then my friend kelly, moved to myrtle beach. now correct me if i am wrong, and i will take back whatever, but i am not sure if they are happy... and it makes me nervous and sad for them if it is not "cracked up to what they thought it was going to be"...or if it is just hard to move. i have been thinking a lot about them lately, because i know this is is in our near future. will navarre make me happy? it is a small town. if i move to the beach, where my heart is, will i want NYC?

(you know you love that cannabis, pull up a chair and smoke with us)
i could go either way. i think i just need a vacation. i am thinking greece may have to wait till i have sold a few houses. it is expensive!!! i want to do it right , too. not cheaply. we have waited too long to skimp. i am going to talk to wes about going to NYC instead for a week. we might could do rocco's restaurant, and a few musicals. i just want to get away . (this bong in this reggae song) i am also dying for a trip with angie, kim and sara and am gonna go postal if this does not happen soon!!

it seems like we go through life searching, kind of content but always with a back up plan in mind of something else that will ultimately make us "happier" striving for that goal, only to find out that , nope , that is not it.... we putt putt along , swimming , surviving, yearning, moving, searching, contemplating, what-iffing, lets try this, nope didnt work, hell, how did i get here?

I am so pleased with my family life- couldnt have asked for a better husband (supportive, sexy, hard working ,successful, cute, intelligent, caring, helpful) better children ( smart, cute!! cool, just like i prayed for!) but i know this is not "it" for our family. there is a whole big bad world out there. i am not sure when , where , why, but i know this is not the final stop. i feel like i am supposed to be near sara, but that is another story. maybe some day.

if you are still with me, you get a prize. also, a prize goes to someone who can name the song and band inserted randomly in between my lunatical post. ( she was living la vida loca ...--all night long....) i hope all of you have posted because here i come to read. always a fun night of computer time when wes is closing the restaurant. (there's always something happening and it's usually quite loud).