Big Toe, Big Fun

12.30.23- I woke up relaxed. I edited some very blurry photos of my day with Big Toe and got ready to watch some CFB. All Megs asked of me was to run by the Post Office to drop something off. That’s all that was on my agenda. When I got ready to run this quick errand is when my control went out the window. “Hey Bri, at some point we just have to go get that gift certificate for Jon.” Oh you mean the one that I’ve been asking you and my mother to get for the past five days. The gift certificate that you were supposed to get while you went toget the CARD THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO HOLD THE GIFT CERTIFICATE. Am I crazy?! I live by the rule that if you meet more than two assholes in a day than maybe you are the asshole; But in this situation surely I can not be out of line. Jon made time for my mother to come in right before Christmas to get her fitted and SAFELY adjusted with new skis to use for a few days. No questions asked. No waiting. No accident. No emergency room. Just a beautiful two days of skiing. All I strongly suggest, even ask, of my mother is to write Jon a card and get him a gift certificate. That fucking baboon gets an overpriced card and probably scribbles her name as quickly as she can and skips town. No fucking gift certificate or any other form of gratitude.

Renee has worked with Megs for several years and they have formed a very strong bond. Jon is Renee’s husband, and he has also formed a very special bond with Megs over the years. It was easy for me to adjust as we began dating because Jon and Renee just brought me in as family without hesitation. It’s not like they treated me like family, they just like brought me in as family. Like they admire and trust Megs so much as a person that they had no qualms about who she would be bringing into their home and how I should be treated. It was just normal. Comfortable. I fucking love both Jon and Renee separately and also as a unit. They are most reliable and great role models. We are fortunate to have pillars like Jon and Renee to lean on.

The importance of gratitude cannot be stressed enough. It’s the most elementary foundation of my being. Cash is not the only currency. Nothing is free. If you enjoy something, or someone, show fucking gratitude. You know what, or don’t. Don’t show that you care. Just show that as soon as you are done with an activity you can not be bothered to go back and thank the ones who helped you through a small gift or gesture. Everyone is a little different. I guess some are content taking advantage of an experience and just never wanting to be invited or helped to experience something with those people again. It’s almost like it was just like the red carpet keeps rolling out. And it will keep rolling because your surrounded by people who want you to have a good time and genuinely want the best for you. But you need to think constantly of how you can help others too. Nothing is free. While you sit and dinner is made or cleaned up it just creates an air of a vacation. And I am NOT ON VACATION. I get that you grew me up and did everything in your power for me but at this time I am not hosting your fucking vacation. The idea of a limited life is more than possible and yet you vacation. You didn’t come to help and spend time with us. You came to be on vacation and do activities. That is fine but we will not be hosting that moving forward. I love you mum but this made my blood boil.