Why I never have expectations

It’s funny, how when you least expect something, life surprises you. Lately I have received emails out of the blue from friends in other countries; calls from guys who I had thought had lost my number, and have had conversations with someone that just leaves me feeling happy for the remainder of the day.

Today my competitive nature enjoyed winning an auction to go see a concert that I’m determined to take the baby sister to go see. I probably paid way too much for the aforementioned tickets, but my little sister seems excited, and seeing her smile makes it all worth it.

Speaking of the concert, while I’m there I’ll have two guys that’ll want to see me. One is the friend, who wants to catch up and the other is the player who always wants to throw game. Fortunately, both guys know I’ll blow them off in a heart beat just to talk with someone who gets me regardless of the distance and knew why I needed to leave. Well, ups have their downs so I try not to think on it.  But, you ever notice the harder you try not to think of something--or the possibility of something, it ends up slightly consuming your brain till you give in for five minutes, giggle like mad, and then you’re able to move on? Maybe it’s just me.

Anyway, speaking of giggling, Walter, my Spanish speaking drag queen of a fortune teller, has decided I am like a volcano. Now does that mean I’m powerful, or just a natural disaster? My mom swears to me it’s the first. My Spanish is still not the greatest, and watching Walter, and the Spanish news leading up to him, certainly makes me feel like I’ll need to become more fluent in the language--the sooner the better.

Actually, watching Walter religiously with my mother at 4:45pm each day has become so amusing.  Our immature bonding over some clairvoyant gay man is as laughable as our speciation as to whether the “cute” guy at the gym brings his partner whom my mother swears “must be his mother.” Really though, to check your own calves out for 30 minutes is definitely creepy to me, and my mom or the chick he brings that could be my mom, can both certainly have that guy…ewe!