Quite the week.
Frustration at work, missing my family, elated at seeing them again, sober, not-so-sober, hangover, exhausted, and finally, Friday Night Finish Line. kind of.
Took the kids to Chucky Satan last night at the begging of my wife, and reaffirmed why I believe that mouse to be the Anti-Christ. He scares the crap outta my daughter anyway, so why are we going there? Oh that's right...because that's where I left my migraine. Was wondering where that thing had run off to.
Then, off to find the elusive Burrito Zacatecas at my fav refried bean dispensary only to find that the economy had eaten my restaurant. I cried in the car for 15 minutes until my wife begged me to pull it together in front of the kids, and we moved on to another establishment, rated an extremely distant second in my book. sigh.
So this morning, after waking up with a belly full of substandard tortillas and vodka, it is time to corral the hooligans, and hunker down for a Daddy survival day in the house due to 30 degree weather outside. Makes sense, right? I mean it was 80 degrees yesterday, so clearly it was 30's turn.
Well, there is one more thing I want to share with you before I launch into my day of rotating Kix, Fig Newtons, hot dogs and chicken nuggets.
I am coming out of blogger hiding with 30 other locals tonight to have dinner together in the Dallas area.
JillJill, EM, Sloane, Elaine, Shauna...bloggers I love to stalk will tonight be able to look me in my eyes, and judge me. The thing is, well, people don't tend to like me in person quickly. Im not the guy that people are drawn to...definitely not "Fun Bobby". I'm the guy that you get to know, learn how my sarcasm works, and find one day that I have worn you down. (usually it's the same day you find yourself in bed with me, right honey? ;-) SLAP)
It's something about me that I've always had to overcome, and it makes excelling at work a challenge at times. Essentially what I am saying is that sharing my personality in the real world may be a blog-killer.
So this morning, as much as I have been looking forward to tonight, I find myself quite apprehensive. Maybe I'll just sit in the bushes outside the restaurant, shivering and peering in the window rather than putting myself out there. Maybe after being beaten up by my kids all day I will find myself with no remaining strength, ego, or sense of humor, and decide not to go.
And maybe I just have so much admiration for these people that I won't be able to stay away. Maybe I'll try to remember that I'm not 14 anymore, and that some people give you a chance no matter how uncomfortable you appear to be.
So maybe I WILL go.
...and keep my frickin' mouth shut.
I'll be the creepy guy in the corner. That's better, right?
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