Give me some good beer, conversation, friends, and music and there is little that will bother me. I try to treat others as I wish to be treated and when I don't, I like to think I learn from my mistakes. I believe most people are trustworthy until proven otherwise. I'm a conversational snob. I have little tolerance for stupidity or rudeness. Common courtesy is one of the best traits one can have. I believe there is conversation that is inappropriate for the dinner table. I love running into people I used to know, but am always happier if I look cute when it happens. I think there would be much less ruckus in the world if brunch were a daily offering.

Wednesday, April 27, 2005

Paul Rocks

It was a lovely evening when I left the office last night so I decided to walk home, hitting Whole Foods on the way. I called my mom to chat and catch up which I've been meaning to do for about a week now. She recently moved to the East Siiide and I wanted to give her time to settle in, find a job, a place to live, etc before calling her. Turns out she's going to be working in Quincy (pronounced Quinzee to you out of Massachusettsers) which is South of Boston and the area a lot of Paul's family is from. Interesting coincidence. Nice to know there are resources for my mother if she ever needs a dry cleaner or florist. I mentioned this to my mom and she was so good. She didn't ask a lot of questions about Paul (only second time I've mentioned him to mom) so my brother probably got hit with them when he got home (she's staying with them while she gets settled). It's understandable. I rarely talk to my family about people I date. That's mostly due to me not dating anyone longer than a month or so, but I am very cautious mentioning people to my parents. Hopefully my mother knows me well enough to not start planning the wedding.

So, I got home, started dinner (yummy pork roast and potatoes), worked out and then thought about continuing to defrost my freezer. I started a bit this weekend and gave up after 20 frustrating minutes. It's really bad. About 1/2 of it is frosted over. In my defense I almost never use it. I really don't enjoy frozen food, rarely keep ice cream in my house and don't really use ice. Anyway, Paul was kind enough to take it upon himself to defrost it for me without me asking. I heard sounds from the kitchen and peeked my head in to find him boiling water and hacking at the iceberg that is (or should I say was) my freezer. A little over an hour later I found out my freezer is actually made of metal, not white frosty ice stuff. He even did the dishes from dinner. I really lucked out with him. And to think, I almost cancelled our first date. I'm very glad I didn't. I think I'll keep him around awhile :)
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