Those of you that know me well - or don't know me very well will all know that when they first met me I didn't talk much. I'm very reserved and never feel like I have anything worth talking about. I also don't talk very loud (my kids may disagree here) so if it is a loud room - nobody will hear me anyway. Once you get to know me - you probably wish that I went back to not talking...lol. I don't think I'm one of those people that never shuts up though - and I definitely don't talk to just hear myself talk.
I feel so bad for Dave the first time we went out to lunch. We had a date already set up - but he thought we should just go to lunch before we actually went out. I don't know if he wanted to make sure he really wanted to spend an evening with me - or what - but that was what he said. For those that don't know - we worked together. He called me at my desk (I think - I can't remember) sometime during the week before our date asked if I wanted to go to lunch. I had to meet him there though because he forgot his glasses at home and would meet me there. I never understood why we had to drive separately - especially after finding out where he lived and that it was on the way to where we ate. I think it was a few reasons - 1) He didn't want me to see where he lived 2) He wanted the option to drive away without being stuck with me in the car. I totally thought he made up the glasses thing - but that became something he did pretty often - so I never questioned that again. We did have a nice lunch - I'm pretty sure he paid ;) He always paid - so I'm sure he did. I think I talked the entire time though! I had moved to this side of the state in July of 1998 and we went on this date in March of 1999 - so that was a long time without having friends to talk to. He probably thought - man - this girl doesn't shut up! He still went out with me though - so I couldn't have scared him off. He never complained about my talking that I can remember - unless I interrupted him.
Now - I feel like I'm back to that annoying over talking person :( The thing is though - if you ask me about my life - I'm probably going to cry :( It sucks - I'm such an emotional wreck. If you ask me about my house though - I won't cry about that....it is the one thing going well and doesn't cause too many issues (other than lack of time). That is a very limited list of topics to discuss - but lots of things to discuss there - since I'm doing just about everything there. Once the house is done in about 2 months - I'll go to back to having nothing to talk about.
I ran in to some friends that I had not seen or really talked to since Dave's funeral. They were sincerely asking me how I was - but I couldn't answer without crying - especially when they said - you know we always said we'd be there - but we haven't called and that sucks. At least they acknowledged that. They were probably Dave's closest friends and he talked to them pretty regularly - even though they live far away. Unfortunately they were here for someone that is not likely going to be with us much longer - but nice they could make the trip to see him one last time.
I would love to turn the tears off - and get through a normal conversation. So - just apologizing in advance that talking to me is no fun - so just talk about my house - that is the only way you'll get a normal conversation out of me.
I am a wife and mother of 2. I have many different interests - baking, home renovations, music, education ;)