So I am thinking that I may have issues making friends here in the
Seattle area because I'm such a waster. Some know this about me and for
some of my "green" friends I try to shelter them from my wastefulness.
You see just the other day we were at a baby shower in which I was in
charge of bringing the cake. So I found this amazingly cute cake at a
little quaint bakery and just as I had hoped everyone was taken
aback at how awesome my baby bassinet cake looked. Well to my dismay the
cake was not to my liking. It was very dry and just not anything like I
had hoped. Some were saying that maybe the bakery was Romanian because
their pastry's are less sugary and a little more dry. Luke and another
lady at the shower were the only two people who said anything about
actually liking it. So of course at the end of the shower half of the
cake was left and despite the hostess asking if anyone wanted any to
take home, everyone declined. So I took it upon myself to take the cake
home. As I immediately piped up saying that it was no problem that I
would take the cake home Luke gave me a hidden simile and I had to look
away smiling to myself because he knew exactly what I would be doing
with the cake as soon as we got home.
He knew because on a separate occasion I had baked a 4 layer cake, that
looked equally as awesome, for a wedding shower of which the couple
didn't show up. So we had this cake and noone really ate it because we
were waiting so long that noone felt like eating it - which was totally
understandable. So at the end of the night while casually talking to our
friends I took the entire 4 layer cake and slid it into the trash can.
You have no idea how satisfying it is to hear that thump of a 5lb cake
hit the bottom of an empty trash can. My friends were flabbergasted -
mouths open wide. They said it seemed like an illusion and that I
couldn't have just done what they saw me do. Seriously what did they
expect? Luke and I don't even like cake - we barely ate our own wedding
cake so what was I supposed to do with it? Send it to a homeless
shelter? haha not.
You don't even want to know what else I throw away or how I throw things
away for that matter. Let's just say I wouldn't be very popular up here
in the tree hugging west if I published those thoughts!
We've been here about 6 months and I still don't have any "real"
friends, but I do have potential friends.
I have met some really neat people lately and they might actually pan
out to be actual friends. But I have some big shoes to fill. Let's see:
There was a girl in my swimming class who seemed rather artsy. She listens to The Shins, she watches Pushing Daisies, and had even heard of Damien Hirst. Plus, she was half white and half Puerto Rican...Does that count?
I stopped by the local Dutch bakery in hopes of finding myself a nice blond Dutch girl who I might be able to discuss the latest happenings in the BL. It turns out that all of the Dutch girls up here are spoken for so I might just have to wait until the real Melissa moves up here.
I have decided to call off the search for a new Rebeccah because of my new found career as home maker. I am learning to cook, clean, and sew like a natural...any Home Economics teacher would be proud!
I did find one girl at church who is a pretty good cook but she doesn't have a very infectious laugh. Also, she doesn't host baby showers at her house every other weekend so I guess the Christa replacement search continues.
I thought this one would be easy because we live like 2 miles from the local UPS warehouse. The other day when the UPS guy came to my house I decided to make conversation by saying, "So...Have you had any dogs pee on your diode lately?" But he just looked at me funny and walked away. Plus, he had too much hair.
I have a very serious applicant for the Bethany position. She is very in tune with the earth and she likes to cook with some very unique ingredients. She even sells jewelry! But it turns out it was Cookie Lee - not the Premier Designs I am used to. Again, duplicating the laugh is turning out to be very difficult.
I attended the local MOPS meeting and asked every lady there what fire station their husband works in and how many years they had been breast feeding. I don't think this went over well because it turns out I was in a meeting of the Washington State Chapter of the National Organization for Women. Plus, they were all taller than 4'2''.
I took Alyssa in for an Autism screening so I could check out the local SLP. When I walked in her office she had a large soda AND a Jamba Juice sitting on her desk - and it was only 7:30 AM! I thought I had found the perfect Bridget replacement! So I immediately asked her if she wanted to meet up with Bob, Szilvi, and I at El Pollo Loco for lunch. She informed me that she doesn't eat fast food and she claimed not to know Bob and Szilvi...definitely not a Bridget!