My mother used to tell me this whenever I would say "I'm never going to..." or "That will never..." For the most part, she was right, but I always thought there would be a few things I could bank on.
Turns out, she was right.
When I left home over 10 years ago, I NEVER thought I would return to my home town. I always liked it and always enjoyed coming home for a visit, but I could never fathom a set of circumstances that would bring me back here full time.
I now live in my home town, and I couldn't be happier about it. Despite just about every new person I meet asking me if my mom is "Mrs. BSucio" or if "Mr. BSucio" the former FBI guy, was my dad, we are really enjoying ourselves here.
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When I had kids, I was excited. Sure, I was nervous, but I had always looked forward to being a dad. With that said, I swore up and down that I would NEVER drive a minivan. I have friends who have made this statement (you know who you are), and it's a common sentiment among new fathers.
This is our family car. The other day, in a moment of testosterone-driven glory, I was at a red light and needed to cross three lanes of traffic in about 50 yards to get to Costco. There was a jacked-up truck and a sporty little car in the two lanes to my left. The light turned green and I hit the gas. The tires squealed and my daughter started to cry because we were going so fast. I left the other two cars in the dust and was the proud driver of a kick-ass minivan. Just you wait my minivan-rejecting friends; just you wait.
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I have my quirks. I admit this openly. I like "weird" sports like soccer. I couldn't tell you who won the Super Bowl last year, but I can tell you how to deglaze the pan after searing halibut to make some of the best sauce known to man. And those of you who have known me for some time, know that I NEVER wear jeans. I don't think they're comfortable and so I've always worn khakis or some other option.
Well, after 4 years in college, 2 years in Panama, 4 years getting some "real-world" experience, 3 years of law school and almost two decades of avoiding jeans and I have finally started my career. I show up on Day One and what is everybody wearing? You guessed it -- Denim City. My first act as a lawyer was to head to Old Navy and pick out a couple of pairs of jeans.
That, my friends, is why you NEVER say never.
Monday, September 15, 2008
Never Say Never: Denim's Revenge
Posted by bsucio at 7:35 PM
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Loving the town.
Loving the mini-van.
LOVING you in jeans.
Oh, yes, I do.
Almost one year to the day before we moved, I told my husband he could move to Montana, but he would go alone -- "I will NEVER live in Montana". I've never loved anywhere more! So much for NEVER's (I think sometime they are premonitions).
I knew one day you would own a mini van. I hoped that one day you would come around on my favorite item of clothing EVER! But I never would have guessed the whole hometown thing either. But I am so happy you and your family are starting such a great adventure in a beautiful home with such wonderful families and friends nearby. Plus, I love that we get to see you guys when we come to visit grandparents too!
When Rob and I got married I told him to promise me two things: (1) Never let me go into business for myself again, which he agreed to readily; and (2) I never want a mini-van, which he quickly commenced talking me out of. What's on our list for our next car? Yup, a mini-van. Oh, and it looks like I'll be working for myself again as soon as I get certified as a childbirth instructor.
Yeah...so much for "never."
I'm so proud of you, Brian - you've finally entered the World Of The Perfect Article. If I could figure out a comfortable way to sleep in jeans, I probably would.
And I feel you on the van thing - I love ours, but am still considering pasting it with "ANARCHY NOW!" and "RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE" bumper stickers, just so I feel like a bit of a bad ass. Seriously, when we first got it I almost cut off my hair & dyed it pink, just so I didn't have to conform to the soccer-mom-expectations hiding in the glove compartment...
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