As I ended my earlier post without including this weekend's sixty forty I finally have some tiempo to crank out the memorable and regrettable elements to the past few dias. And so...drumroll por favor...
1. Good- I won, for the 2nd ano in a row, the bracket challenge I do with my ex and his friends and familia. Hellooo one hundred dolares. Muy bien. Oh, and its not just the money, turns out, I'm competitive as shit. But you already knew that.
2. Good- Mi hermano, in response to my post of a few days past referencing his eventual move outta state and on with new phases of his life, texted me a day or so later letting me know that he wasn't sure if it was the Gavin Degraw he was vibing to or the fact that I so expertly in words painted a miniature portrait of the combustible relationship that he and I have, but that either way, he teared up. Yep, its family love like that.
3. Bad- I met some new friends on Friday noche, from the Soho area in NyC, and eventually we all got pulled over in their Benz for speeding. Oh shit, thought I.
4. Good- They busted out the elusive diplomatic passport which basically provides them immunity to trivial trouble as one of them is the son of the former US consulate or something important like that from the country, and not the state for some of you unlearned out there, of Georgia. It's next to Russia people. Watch some CNN or pick up a paper.
5. Bad- I haven't run in 3 dias and I can feel it.
6. Good- Despite this fact, one of mis amigos last night commented on my gams anyway as I was sporting them something fierce in a new skirt and asked me just how I get them to be the way they are. Gracias.
7. Bad- I have to work tomorrow evening and its the championship game of March Madness between UNC (finally win one Tyler) and Michigan State. Elongated sigh. Maybe I'll be first cut.
8. Bad- I spent a ridiculous amount of dinero last week and I've got some bills on deck.
9. Good- Part of the money was spent on Saturday when I drove baby sib to indy to meet her soon to be boyfriend, T.A. as I will call him, and the sixteen year old is cute as a button, polite, laughed really hard at all my stories, and is a state basketball champion in Class A as of this year. Good work Sibster.
10. Good- Despite the pitfalls, life is still the most beautifully flawed and precariously wonderful show on earth.
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