DINNER AT RIB CRIB AND A PLEADING TO JOURNAL WRITE

tonight daniel went to spend the night aqt a new friends house, justin. and that ment craig and myself had time to spend with eachother....doesnt happen frequently, and we take advantage of it when it does.

he came home and offered to take me out to a nicer estauraunt than we would normally go to. i left the deciding on which one up to him...

he chose: RIB CRIB

we had been there once before (there should be a post about it in here somewhere). so it wasnt a NEW place to go and eat, but unfamilair enough we both couldnt remember WHAT we had to eat when we were there.

he and i both got a starter of: POTATO SLICES covered in cheese and bacon bits and for .50 cents more it was covered in chopped brisquet. and came with a side of sour cream.

in the picture above its the one lowest in the shot...our plate had alot more brisquet than this picture displays! :-)

we then both orderd th same combo meal, with different sides:
the CHOPPED BRISQUET COMBO MEAL
i had a side of CHICKEN CHOWDER and POTATO SALAD
craig had: ONION RINGS and POTATO CHIPS

we both couldnt eat the whole thing, asked for to-go boxes for the leftovers.

i then had for desert: HOT FUDGE SUNDAY

we both enjoyed our meal. it was very good.

i have tried in the past to express to craig the sheer dsire i feel its almost a MUST to record events that occur in ones life.
i realize not everyone has, or even wants to express stuff in a written format, b ut i feel it a tremendous disadvantage that my mother left me and daniel with out writing ANY of her life out for us to kn ow about her more in depth...

i keep a blog for daniel, for craig, and for anyone who cares to kn ow me and what i thought, felt, and experienced. it may be nothing to anyone else, but the events i write about and post pictures of mean the world to me...it happened to me, its part of my life. it may be boring...but its part of my life, and not everything i write will end up in a book about me, most of it most likely wont, but those events that i felt worthy of the time to write about WILL...
i want my son to know me...know what my feelings were when he was born, what they were when he said his first word, what life with his father (dan) was like, comapred to life with his dad (craig)...and how much the difference effecte dme and him. i want craig to know why i felt certain ways about certain things..i want the memories to be enough that in our old ages we can fondly read about the events that we felt impacted our lives enough to take those few precious momensts to express them.
when were old and feeble and lost all memories, well rely on these stories to help us remember....
i want my life to be meaningful...to mean something, to someone, if ONLY my son, and husband....

i tried to express those same thought to craig over the dinner tonight. emploring him to concider the life hes lead and can recall and tell....

perhaps i have left an impression..i hope so.

MICHELLE

Posted: Jun 30, 2007