…but this whole blog is about me so wouldn’t that seem a little like a cop-out or cheating? I mean there has to be something more unique I can find to report on the benefits of the letter J right? I said so yesterday and don’t want to be considered a liar or anything.
So let’s talk about something else, like June for example. June is going to be a big month this year. I’m turning forty in June. That’s supposed to be some kind of milestone right? I don’t feel forty. Well, after eleven years of gymnastics assaulting my physical being my body sometimes sure feels it. Sometimes even older (like when it rains and every joint in my body starts pointing and laughing at me). But mentally? Mentally I’m hovering somewhere around twenty-two.
Just old enough to drink but just young enough to be lazy with no one barking at you for it.
At least that’s how I spent most of my early twenties. Weekends weren’t filled with responsibilities or commitments unless they involved going to a ball game, the club or getting a real meal with family as opposed to eating Kix or Ramen every night.
Maybe if I went to less ball games and clubs I could’ve spent more on food. But let’s be serious, it wasn’t like I wanted to cook a steak on the stove top in my craptastic second floor apartment in Everett. Plus it wasn’t like I could even access the stove with the piles of dirty dishes cluttering it up.
What those dishes were used for is beyond me now. I remember a lot of things about that apartment and time in my life but what I ate while living in it isn’t one of them. In fact at one point the dishes got so out of hand it was easier and cheaper to just throw them all away and buy new ones.
No that’s not a joke. I was twenty-two and lazy remember?
Not much changed when I finally moved into my own place at twenty-seven. There were plenty of times a guy would come pick me up for a date, friends or family came over to visit and I’d just take the piles of dishes from the kitchen and stack them up in the tub behind the shower curtain.
I figured if anyone who came over was bold enough to peek behind that curtain then they deserved to see the specks of pasta sauce and old chunks of who knows what festering on my stack of bowls and plates. I moved them so those people wouldn’t have to see the nastiness in my kitchen.
The only time I remember doing dishes in that studio apartment was when I was having an overnight guest. I wasn’t mean enough to tell them they had to shower at the gym or something. So I guess that means I did dishes at least four or five times while living there before Matt moved in with me.
Thank god for Matt. He actually was the only guy who stayed over (before we were officially dating that is) that I did dishes for. When I said overnight guest I meant more like friends or family coming in from out of town. Guess that should’ve been my first clue that Matt was the keeper.
And this year he’s supposedly planning a party for my (alleged) milestone birthday in June. I don’t know how many people he’s inviting or who might show up but I’m just thankful we have a dishwasher.
Posted for April 2013 A to Z Blog Challenge J is for June