{"id":3871,"date":"2014-09-17T15:05:30","date_gmt":"2014-09-17T19:05:30","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/livinglovingbreathingboys.com\/?p=3871"},"modified":"2019-10-29T11:44:58","modified_gmt":"2019-10-29T15:44:58","slug":"george","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/livinglovingbreathingboys.com\/?p=3871","title":{"rendered":"George\u2026"},"content":{"rendered":"

It feels like I just ran a marathon! \u00a0It feels like that most mornings getting my brood out the door. \u00a0Josh is like 6 children in one. \u00a0Every morning he tells me he is sick- for real this time. \u00a0The boy just loves being at home. \u00a0With me. \u00a0On the way to school earlier this week, he told me that he was uncomfortable at school. \u00a0Huh? \u00a0So this had me questioning what made him uncomfortable… I asked him at least three times and he just kept repeating that he was uncomfortable at school. \u00a0I told him he had to have a reason for what made him uncomfortable. \u00a0Josh finally said, “I’d rather just be home with you.” \u00a0Awww… ok when is he going to realize that he has lots of schools ahead of him? \u00a0Actually, once he’s out the door and into the school doors, he’s fine. \u00a0Yet it makes for a very exhausting morning… all that before 8 am. \u00a0 It would help greatly if… I was a morning person. \u00a0Sadly, this is not the case.<\/p>\n

Today on the news I saw that a goldfish, named George from Australia had successfully had a life-threatening tumour removed from his head. \u00a0This is so unreal. \u00a0His owner was especially attached to him. \u00a0After the successful surgery, it was pronounced that George could easily live another 20 years.<\/p>\n

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Sometimes I am so fascinated by what extreme lengths people will go through… for something or someone they love. \u00a0I am fascinated that this is news… \u00a0 I am also so curious about what that would have costed his owner?<\/p>\n

It is this curiosity that allows me to talk to anyone. \u00a0I just can’t help saying hi to you if you make eye contact. \u00a0 \u00a0I find it weird to sit next to someone or be in an elevator with someone and not at least say hi or make eye contact. \u00a0Maybe this is a vibe I give out because strangers have no trouble chatting with me. \u00a0I wish I had a picture of Max’s face the other day, as we were in the drive-thru at Wendy’s. \u00a0The lady at the window gave me a big cheerful greeting and proceeded to talk to me like we were best friends. \u00a0lol \u00a0Over time, \u00a0she has lost over 100 lbs and was telling me that as she loses it, her husband seems to be gaining it. \u00a0 I know that her hubby is a truck driver and every once in a while she will take breaks and go on road trips with him. \u00a0Seriously, Max’s reaction was so funny! \u00a0He wanted to know why I knew her like that and why she seemed to act like I was her best friend.<\/p>\n

At the Y, where I am taking an aqua fitness class (no it’s not just a seniors class), there is this guy that seemed to want to befriend me. \u00a0He’s apparently traveled the world and been to India a couple of times. \u00a0At first, he seemed normal. \u00a0Then he started irritating me because he’d chatter the whole time and I needed to focus on what was happening. \u00a0Then he made the comment that his daughter had a really hard time in India, she’d walk around with her nose plugged. \u00a0Really??? \u00a0Of course, then came the questions that one is asked when someone is curious about me and India. \u00a0I told him that even though I was born there, I was raised here as much as he was and the first time I went back as an adult was two years ago. \u00a0Then he randomly asked if I was from Goa. \u00a0This is what makes this kind of person ANNOYING. \u00a0Really? \u00a0Did he just randomly pick a state in India?<\/p>\n

I moved to another spot, trying to let my girlfriend know he was OBNOXIOUS. \u00a0Later, an obese lady was coming to work out. \u00a0He looked at me and said, “You’d better keep coming or you’ll look like her.” \u00a0I was speechless. \u00a0(Again, if you know me, that doesn’t happen too often).<\/p>\n

Monday as we went to class, I made a huge point of being away from him\u2026 but I couldn’t be rude. \u00a0So I said hi- how are you? \u00a0Ugh\u2026 \u00a0He said, “Very Very Good.” \u00a0At first, I didn’t get it\u2026 then I looked at my girlfriend to see if she heard it too. \u00a0He said ‘very very good’ in a Bollywood Indian accent with his head shaking. \u00a0REALLY?<\/p>\n

I came home and retold the story to Sanj, not sure if I was being oversensitive or not. \u00a0Of course, it was rude, Sanj assured me. \u00a0I told him how appalled I was that grown adults would act so rude. \u00a0He said he sees it every day. \u00a0(It’s one thing if my friends are playing with an Indian accent\u2026 I really am not that sensitive- but this was a little over the top).<\/p>\n

On the flip side, while at Princess Margaret with FIL yesterday, I was at the lab waiting for his blood work to be done. \u00a0I was reading a book\u2026 clearly giving vibes of not wanting to engage. \u00a0This little old lady beside me said, “That’s a big book!” \u00a0And this leads to a charming conversation with her. \u00a0She was 84 years old. \u00a0She had been under treatment for 2 years. \u00a0She had some melanoma that was internal and rare. \u00a0I asked if she was there alone. \u00a0She was. \u00a0She had three kids but\u2026 \u00a0 This broke my heart. \u00a0I can’t imagine allowing my 84-year-old mom to do this alone.<\/p>\n

Anyways\u2026 thus the rambling of today\u2026. I hope you are having a good day.<\/p>\n

6 more sleeps till my birthday!!! \u00a0Wonder what hubby has up his sleeve? \u00a0No pressure!!! lol<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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